Li Ang didn't want to waste another word on Chen Xiang.
The man was too unpleasant to listen to; even Big-Eyed Sun was more agreeable.
What was wrong with Changsong Medical College?
Had it eaten his rice? If Li Ang were sure he could win in a fight, he'd definitely lash out. What goddess? Did he, Li Ang, look like someone lacking goddesses?
"Wait here, I'll go get the two patients."
Li Ang escorted Chen Xiang to the classroom and turned to leave. He'd initially planned to offer some advice, to tell him to be careful, but now he was in no mood.
He could handle it himself.
So what if his school wasn't great? It wasn't something Chen Xiang could insult.
Li Ang hated it most when others criticized his school. Only he was allowed to complain about it, no one else.
It was just… he was ultimately too weak.
"Wait a minute." Chen Xiang patted Li Ang's shoulder. "I'm a straightforward person. I just speak directly. Don't take it to heart."
Li Ang considered forgiving him. Just as he was about to explain the situation, Chen Xiang's next words made him completely abandon the idea.
With a disdainful smile, Chen Xiang said, "But what I said is also true. Changsong Medical College really isn't good."
Li Ang didn't say a word and turned to leave.
Chen Xiang shook his head. He knew these words would offend, but he had to say them. In a new environment, he had to let others know how outstanding he was.
Education, knowledge, and so on, those weren't things just anyone could compare with him on.
Room 666.
Li Ang stood nervously at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
"May I come in?"
His politeness was exemplary in medical service. Few nurses or doctors could achieve this level of courtesy.
"Yes, you can."
Lin Fan and Old Zhang sat on the edge of the bed, swinging their legs, drinking soy milk they believed to be cola and sprite.
Seeing Li Ang, they both beamed.
Li Ang lowered his head, remaining highly vigilant, fearing the two psychiatric patients might suddenly have an episode. That would be truly terrifying.
He'd been startled senseless once.
He'd been tricked into going to the hospital another time. These incidents were all related to the two patients before him.
"Do you want some cola?" Lin Fan asked, shaking the soy milk in his hand.
"Do you want some sprite?" Old Zhang asked, shaking his soy milk.
"Cheers!"
They exchanged knowing smiles and took another sip in perfect synchronization.
Such synchronized behavior.
Li Ang said, "The director has invited two doctors to give you a lesson. Do you have time?"
His inquiring tone conveyed friendliness to the patients.
The meaning was clear: I'm not forcing you. It's all up to you. If you want to go, we'll go. If not, I'll find another way. Please don't get angry. I'm on the same level as you.
Old Zhang said, "No."
Lin Fan said, "Yes."
Lin Fan explained, "Old Zhang, learning is a boundless ocean. We need to learn. Learning can help us improve, see through the essence of the world, and understand the true meaning of the universe and the movement of the stars."
"Who said that?" Old Zhang asked.
Lin Fan pointed next door. "Professor Starry Sky."
Hearing this, for a split second, Li Ang felt that this patient wasn't actually mentally ill. But this feeling was fleeting and quickly dismissed.
If he wasn't mentally ill, then who was?
Chen Xiang stayed in the room, observing the surroundings, then took out many tools from his large suitcase.
There was a dagger, scissors, a small gas stove, a lighter…
All sorts of dangerous tools, he had prepared them all.
"My professional knowledge will finally be put to use. They'll definitely be surprised." Chen Xiang was a confident man, evident from his attire and shiny hairstyle. He was not only confident but also a bit of a yuppie.
He took out his phone, snapped some photos, and posted them to his Moments.
[Started working at Green Mountain Mental Hospital. Will be teaching two patients later. I believe with my abilities, I can definitely make them normal.]
Soon, comments appeared.
[Holy crap!]
[Be careful, don't get yourself into trouble.]
Seeing these comments, Chen Xiang wanted to laugh. These people who didn't understand his profession could never see the essence.
The principal had told him that at Green Mountain, he just needed to teach the patients about flowers and plants.
He shouldn't delve into anything too dangerous with this profession yet, as it required rich practical and theoretical knowledge.
He hadn't listened.
If he couldn't do it, who could?
He would soar to great heights and show them all.
Soon, Li Ang brought the two patients.
Lin Fan and Old Zhang looked at Chen Xiang curiously.
A stranger.
"Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Lin Fan."
Lin Fan stepped forward, extended his hand, and smiled, radiating goodwill.
Chen Xiang smiled. "Hello, I'm your teacher. You can call me Teacher Chen. Now, please take your seats."
"Okay."
Lin Fan pulled Old Zhang to sit down, folding their arms as if they were in a real class.
Li Ang's task was to bring them here. When he saw the items on the long table, his face changed drastically. He pointed at the tools and said, "What are these for? Do you know how dangerous it is to bring these things into a mental hospital?"
Chen Xiang frowned, displeased. "Could you please leave? I'm about to start class. If you have any complaints, you can go to the director."
"Also, my specialty is General Knowledge Theory. It's normal that you don't understand. I hope you won't challenge my expertise with your ignorance."
"You're crazy." Li Ang was incredulous. "You better not teach this class. I'm going to inform the director right now."
He hurriedly left.
Chen Xiang looked disdainfully at Li Ang's retreating figure, then smiled. "Okay, let's begin class."
Lin Fan sat up straight, his eyes shining with a thirst for knowledge.
Old Zhang imitated Lin Fan, sitting upright.
One must be obedient in class.
To be honest, Chen Xiang had studied the conditions of psychiatric patients. According to theory, mental illness was divided into many types, such as:
Mental disorders, schizophrenia, mood disorders, anxiety disorders, obsessive-compulsive disorder, anorexia nervosa, bulimia nervosa, acute stress disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, and so on.
His teacher had said that to determine which type a patient belonged to, one could observe their subtle expressions, appearance, actions, speech, and behavior.
As for what he had observed so far?
Frankly, nothing.
But he could be sure that it wasn't a severe case.
Therefore, he was slightly relieved.
The following lesson would be very pleasant; he hoped they would enjoy it.
Chen Xiang picked up the dagger and smiled. "Do you know what this is?"
He noticed the two patients sitting motionless, smiling directly at him, making him slightly uncomfortable, but it was still bearable.
Lin Fan and Old Zhang exchanged glances.
They weren't confused, but they felt that this Doctor Chen seemed to have a problem. It was clearly a dagger. He was acting like they didn't recognize it. Could he be the one with the problem?
Seeing they didn't speak, Chen Xiang understood. So they didn't know what this was.
Based on this, he could conclude:
They likely suffered from cognitive impairment.
"A dagger. This is a dagger. It's very sharp and can cut anything. If it cuts your finger, it will bleed, and it will hurt a lot. So you must never use a dagger. Stay away from it, understand?" Chen Xiang asked.
Lin Fan and Old Zhang looked at each other and whispered.
"He has a problem."
"Yeah, seems like it. I'm a little scared. Let's just be good."
"Okay."
After their brief exchange, they said in unison:
"Understood."
Chen Xiang was very pleased. The effect was remarkable.
Teaching patients with cognitive impairment wasn't difficult at all.
Next was a new lesson.
…
Li Ang felt that the man was a lunatic, definitely had a problem with his head. He had to inform the director immediately and couldn't let him act recklessly.
He met the director in the corridor.
"Director, something's happened!" Li Ang grabbed Director Hao in a panic.
Director Hao asked, "What's wrong?"
"That newcomer, Chen Xiang, is going to teach them a class, but it's a dangerous class!" Li Ang said urgently. Those were dangerous tools; there was a high chance of someone getting hurt.
"How could it be dangerous? It's a General Knowledge Theory class. At most, it's just about recognizing flowers and plants."
Director Hao smiled. He wasn't worried at all. His friend had told him it was just about flowers and plants. What danger could those things pose? Even if they ate them, nothing would happen.
"No, he's prepared a dagger, scissors, a gas canister, and many other dangerous things! What if…" Li Ang said anxiously, but before he could finish, Director Hao interrupted him.
"What did you say?" Director Hao's face changed drastically upon hearing this. Without another word, he said, "Quick, stop him!"
"He's sick!"
Director Hao was stunned.
Where were the promised flowers and plants?
He was pulling this stunt, trying to teach whom?
Director Hao took out his phone and expertly dialed a number.
Even without seeing the scene, he knew this call had to be made.