This time, Jane seemed seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital, with her room right next to mine.

Mom and Dad ran back and forth every day, and Jane pitifully begged them to see me and to ignore her.

If it weren't for my attending physician saving my life, I would have requested a transfer.

I was sleeping when a sudden crash echoed from the next room, followed by heart-wrenching cries:

"How can you say I'm not sick? I've been depressed for over a decade! Just because you say I'm fine doesn't mean I am!"

"You're all fake doctors! My dad is a real psychologist, and he knows I'm...