Mad Demon

From the end of lunch onward, Director Meng had seized Li Bai, who had taken this case, and lectured him for at least two hours. Clearly, the public opinion stirred up online had placed enormous pressure on Seventh People's Hospital.

Third-party assessments had never been as troublesome as this one.

From morning until now, Dean Zhou's mobile phone and office landline had never stopped ringing. They were all calls filled with greetings and hints from every direction. Even turning off the phone and unplugging the line had been useless; somehow, they had even managed to call the mobile phones of the people at the exchange and demand to be transferred.

As the only specialized hospital in the city, Seventh People's Hospital couldn't dump this huge problem elsewhere the way Chen Sheng had shifted the blame to Li Bai. They could only treat it as a political task and await it with full preparation.

Despite the dean's efforts to intercept and mediate, some voices still reached Li Bai. The situation was far more serious than the advice little nurse Su Mei had given him.-

The fourth-floor corridor had already been temporarily sealed off by the police. The Public Security Bureau and Procuratorate had both sent people to meet and coordinate, and even the omnipresent reporters couldn't get in.

"Suspect Yao Bing, ID card number..."

Although this wasn't an execution ground, verifying his identity was still necessary.

After the handover procedures were completed, Yao Bing was uncuffed and pushed in front of Li Bai.

The scrutiny made him feel uncomfortable all over. As Young Master Yao rubbed his somewhat numb wrists, he said contemptuously, "What are you looking at? Do you know who I am?"

Although he knew his family had made extensive preparations, Yao Bing was unwilling to sit around and wait for death. He planned to establish dominance first and intimidate this psychiatrist. Whether through threats and inducements or by winning him over with virtue, as long as he obtained a psychiatric assessment report, he could escape this calamity.

A mere pleasure-seeking wastrel couldn't possibly know such crafty methods. In reality, the Legal Team hired by the Yao Family at great expense had secretly instructed him.

With money, you really could do whatever you wanted!

Ignoring the man's provocation, Li Bai smiled and copied his arrogant tone. "Heh heh, do you know who I am? My father is called Li..." He didn't play by the rules at all.

"Li Gang?"

Yao Bing naturally picked up the universally known meme.

If this was a contest of whose father was more powerful, whom could he, Yao Bing, possibly fear?

"My father is called Li Wei."

In another world, his old man was called Li Dahu, the retired leader of a gang of thieves. In this world, his father was Li Wei, the head of the Six Doors in some remote, run-down County Town in the Great Northwest—in other words, the director of the Public Security Bureau.

A person could always find a different fate in different worlds.

Come to think of it, the fathers in the two worlds were actually sworn enemies. Fortunately, they could never meet; otherwise, many stories would surely unfold.

"Li Wei? Who's that? I've never heard of him. Let me tell you..."

Yao Bing had visibly relaxed. He had nearly been scared to death—thank goodness it wasn't Li Gang. Just as he was about to use the same trick again, Li Bai interrupted him once more.

"Then have you heard of Li Bai?"

"Li, Li Bai? Li Bai, the Poet Immortal of the Tang dynasty? Who doesn't know him?"

The rich second-generation heir had unknowingly been led off course, forgetting his initial domineering attitude.

"That would be yours truly."

Li Bai calmly pointed at himself.

"You? Li Bai? Who are you kidding? I'm not a three-year-old, ch-child, hm? You..."

His tone was already that of someone trapped at the bottom of a ditch and gazing up at the sky.

Li Bai pointed at the work badge pinned to his chest.

"..."

Yao Bing took a close look and was left dazed as if struck by a devastating blow.

His surname was Li and his given name was Bai. There was nothing wrong with that.

But did he have no shame?

Still, one thing was certain: no matter how powerful the Yao Family was, they weren't more famous than the Poet Immortal Li Bai.

The exchange, resembling two amateurs pecking at each other, completely neutralized the show of force secretly coached by the Yao Family's Legal Team.

First round, Li Bai won.

His opponent, Yao Bing, was too young and naive...

Cadre Liu from the Procuratorate, who had witnessed the exchange, gave Li Bai a thumbs-up. Although the Yao Family had used every connection they had and asked people to put in a good word across the Public Security, Procuratorate, and Judiciary departments, no one liked this scumbag.

Having failed to gain any advantage, Yao Bing followed him sullenly into the Consultation room. The door soon shut.

"Have a seat. Relax. Treat this like a casual chat."

Li Bai began the procedure, starting with a simple one-on-one "interview."

After all, this wasn't an interrogation. The subject needed to be in the most relaxed state possible before some basic tests could be conducted, including the use of suggestion or hypnosis.

For a psychologist, hypnosis wasn't a compulsory skill, but most experienced professionals could still master some techniques in that area.

As the other man attached brainwave-detection electrode patches to his head, Yao Bing pulled out a bank card and said, "There's one million in this card. As long as you write a few words I want, it's yours."

Having just pressed down the final electrode patch, Li Bai said with some surprise, "That's a lot of money!"

Although inflation had made the yuan less valuable than before, one million was still a considerable sum. It would be enough for him to scrape together the down payment on a small apartment, with plenty of spending money left over—enough to eat whatever he wanted and buy whatever he wanted.

"That's right, a lot of money!"

Yao Bing laughed, as if he had forgotten their earlier verbal sparring.

He had met many people, but there really weren't many who could refuse such an offer.

"Take it back. I'll only write whatever I find."

A mere one million clearly couldn't buy off the Great Demon, who had once stirred up storms in another world.

If the Great Demon could be bought so cheaply, then, God, could he send over another dozen?

"Three million!"

Yao Bing didn't even blink. No matter how uneducated a rich second-generation heir indulging in wine and women was, he still knew the value of money.

Li Bai shook his head and continued attaching the blood-pressure cuff. In fact, the equipment he had placed on Yao Bing was much the same as the lie detectors used by the Public Security Bureau. Both were used to monitor physiological fluctuations caused by psychological changes.

"Five million. This money would be enough to buy your life. You should know that if you hit someone to death, compulsory traffic insurance pays at most 120,000 yuan."

Yao Bing gritted his teeth. This doctor wasn't merely greedy; he was probably downright black-hearted.

"Keep it for yourself. Now start taking deep breaths. Count slowly from one to one hundred."

Li Bai remained completely unmoved. Instead, he frowned. This client hadn't entered the proper state.

"Ten million! To buy my life, or to buy yours!"

The bodyguard had secretly stuffed ten bank cards into his hands, each containing one million yuan. Yao Bing made no attempt to conceal his naked threat. If he couldn't obtain this report, he was finished. Even if his death sentence were commuted to life imprisonment and then reduced through good behavior, he wouldn't get out in less than fifteen years.

On the instrument's display beside them, the brainwave intensity rose in wave after wave, while his heart rate and blood pressure climbed higher and higher.

"Could you cooperate a little?"

Li Bai prepared to use a little technique on the man. Suddenly, his wrist felt lighter, as if something had plopped onto the floor.

"If you don't issue this report for me, I, I..."

Yao Bing still wanted to continue threatening him, but his eyes suddenly widened. He pointed at Li Bai's back in terror and let out a shrill scream.

"Snake! Snake! A giant snake!"

An Azure Flood Dragon as thick around as a water tank suddenly appeared inside the Consultation room. Its serpent mouth, large enough to swallow a grown man in one bite, opened and lazily yawned. Its fangs were nearly as thick as an adult's arm. Flicking its scarlet tongue, it looked left and right as if choosing someone to devour.

The Heaven and Earth Rules were different here, spiritual energy was sluggish, and cultivation had become difficult. After digesting the Morning Bite Essence Blood, the Demoness suddenly slipped free from Li Bai's arm, revealed her true form, and curiously examined this strange world.

The doors and windows, tables and chairs, walls and floor—all of them felt fresh to the Qingyao Demoness.

A snake?

Li Bai turned back in confusion and glanced over, then rolled his eyes dramatically at Yao Bing.

"There is no snake!"

It was clearly a flood dragon, all right? That conspicuous single horn was right on its forehead, yet Yao Bing had somehow failed to notice it.

What kind of eyesight was that?

The Azure Flood Dragon prodded the light switch with the tip of its tail. The lights in the Consultation room flickered on and off, making the place inexplicably resemble a realm of ghosts.