"Nirvana Swordsman, Lethal Poisoner …"
"Are those two actually Pockmarked Wang and Li Si?"
"Lethal Poisoner could kill a Heavenly General of the Sky Demon Cult 19 years ago!"
"And Nirvana Swordsman defeated Azure Dragon Swordsman?"
Azure Dragon Swordsman was a legendary figure ranked third in the Northwest Swordsman Leaderboard, and had turned the tables on a Feral King as a grandmaster three years ago. He might have reached an even more unfathomable level of martial arts by now!
Such a person was a legend!
And the Heavenly General of the Sky Demon Cult would definitely be a grandmaster!
If Li Si and Pockmarked Wang were really those two …Then why were they not grandmasters yet?
And why were they staying in a mental hospital?
If Li Si was Lethal Poisoner and Pockmarked Wang was Nirvana Swordsman, what about Zhang San?
And who was Zhang San?
"Whatever … what does their true identities have to do with me?"
Hence, he discarded the random thoughts in his mind.
Lying on his bed, Jiang He chatted with Yun Yanchen on his phone for a while.
Yun Yanchen told him that she had hired someone to clean up Jiang He's house and helped him get a new set of furniture and appliances, and asked him out for dinner.
She specifically reminded Jiang He.
Remember to change when it's time for dinner.
Jiang He nodded, and found the clothes Yun Yanchen bought for him, and changed into a white tracksuit.
Then, he changed.
And stood in front of the mirror.
Jiang He could not help sighing in awe. "Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. The ancients really did not lie … changing out of the mental hospital gown really boosts my presence."
It was not even two in the afternoon yet.
There was still some time before dinner.
Since he had nothing to do, Jiang He left the ward and headed straight for the director's office.
Bang!
He kicked the door open.
Inside the office.
Director An, who had been staring intently at the computer screen, fumbled to turn off the movie and stuff the toilet paper on the computer table into a drawer. Only then did he scold Jiang He with a red face, "Are you acting up again, Jiang He?"
"Don't you know how to knock before entering the office?"
Being an experienced person, how could Jiang He not understand what Chief An's actions just now meant?
Hence, he asked, "Were you watching a movie just now, Director?"
Director An nodded, pretending to be calm.
Jiang He exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect that there would still be movies like that when the world is like this?"
Dean An panicked. "What nonsense are you talking about? All the movies I watch are decent!"
On the other hand, Jiang He sighed to himself and said, "What a shame. The Eight-Headed Serpent Emperor had taken down Japan's only city base, and the people of Japan were completely wiped out. From now on, there would be fewer and fewer movies like this."
Bring up this matter.
Dean An was also a little dejected.
However, he soon smiled and said, "Actually, there are still some people who escaped from Japan's Tokushima … Even a few years ago, some rich bosses did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire a group of teachers from Tokushima …"
"Once the novelty of these bosses wears off, those teachers will lose their source of income and will return to their old ways."
Speaking of which.
Director An reacted and said, "Alright, let's stop this question here. It'll be too sensitive if we continue talking about it … Why are you here instead of staying in the ward?"
Jiang He did not beat around the bush and said, "Chief, I would like to apply for leave."
"Impossible!"
Dean An refused without even thinking, and said, "Last time, I had the Yun Clan's Eldest Young Miss as my guarantor. This time, you can forget about leaving!"
"Chief …"
Jiang He chuckled. "You wouldn't want others to know that you've been hiding in your office to watch porn, would you?"
"!!!"
"This is a mental hospital, not a prison …" Director An said, "We have to make accommodations for patients with mild conditions … Jiang He, where do you want to go? Do you want me to drive you?"
"You don't have to. I can walk on my own."
He paused.
Then, he added, "Moreover, I feel that my temper has been erratic lately. I'm also angry and talkative, and I always have the urge to talk to people. I think I should increase the dosage of my medicine, so why don't we change it from three a day to eight?"
"No way!"
Director An's voice abruptly rose several notches as he exclaimed, "This matter concerns my principles. As a doctor, I would never let my patients take whatever medicine they want … at most … at most, I'll give you four a day!"
Jiang He thought about it.
Nodding, he said, "Alright, four a day would do. Give me the medicine for tonight first, or I'll miss it if I'm late."
Aside from the three 'battles' a day.
Right now, he could farm 190kg of strength a day.
If he changed it to four a day, he could farm 200kg of strength, rounding it up and making it easier to calculate.
Soon.
The medicine was brought.
Jiang He was in a great mood, and happily hummed a tune as he left the director's office.
Just as he stepped out …He ran into a patient.
The patient was in a wheelchair, pushed by a family member.
The family member was even leading a media reporter, shouting, "I want to file a complaint … I want to file a complaint against the director of this hospital. There's a problem with the hospital's management — my son almost became disabled after just a month here."
Curious, the reporter shoved a microphone in front of the patient's mouth and asked, "May I ask what's wrong with your leg?
Is it caused by the wrong treatment from the doctors? "
The patient became even more agitated and yelled, "I want to file a complaint too … I want to file a complaint against my language teacher. He said that men have gold under their knees, and I cut my knee open two days ago because I had nothing to do, but I didn't find any gold!"
"…"
Jiang He, who was passing by, was speechless.
Was there something wrong with the guy's brain?
The media was also sick … why would they come to interview such a thing?
But after a few steps …Jiang He ran into two more people.
Both of them were wearing black trench coats, and their gait was imposing.
"Wearing a trench coat in the middle of summer …"
Jiang He sighed inwardly. "There really are all kinds of people in the asylum."
He brushed past the two men in black and went straight out of the mental hospital.
One of the black trench coats paused and turned to glance at Jiang He.
The other asked, "What is it, Captain Zhou?"
The one called Captain Zhou replied, "That kid just now did not have a single ripple of True Qi, but his qi was extremely robust. Since when did Wu City have such a young physique cultivator?"
The other answered, "Maybe he's here to visit a patient … Captain Zhou, are you sure that those three mental patients are really those three?"
Captain Zhou said, "Everything matches up … it must be them."
"Wang Mian the Silent Swordsman, Li Wei the Deadly Poison Master, Zhang Heng the Blazing Sword … all three of them were famous figures in Western Xia twenty years ago. Why would they hide in a mental hospital?"
…
Meanwhile.
Jiang He was already on a taxi.
"Master."
"To the Martial Arts Department (MAD)!"
(End of Chapter)