After Li Bai snapped his fingers, the Naughty Kid, instantly hit by hypnosis, collapsed on the spot. Although he looked asleep on the surface, his mental awareness remained clear. However, his body and consciousness were already in a state of semi-detachment.
This special condition was similar to being a vegetable. He could hear, feel, and smell everything, yet he could not open his eyes, speak, or even move a finger. For a hyperactive patient, it was nothing short of a natural enemy—like falling into the Nineteenth Level of Hell.
One could imagine how miserable the Naughty Kid felt inside.
Mommy, this doctor is a monster! He's going to eat me!
Smack!
The terrifying snap of fingers entered his ears again. Qiu Yu could accurately calculate the area of his psychological trauma, but he soon discovered that he could move his eyes. Carefully opening them, he saw the monster doctor, transformed into human form, smiling at him.
"Little buddy, don't be nervous. I'm about to start. It won't hurt at all!"
The bedroom door was tightly shut. His mother and the nanny were nowhere to be seen. The entire room contained only him and this monster doctor.
Qiu Yu wanted to call for his mother, but he could not make even a sound as loud as a mosquito's hum. The thought of his actions being repaid in kind made him feel utterly broken.
A Naughty Kid was not a stupid child, and even a stupid child could not come up with so many tricks.
People with mental illnesses were sometimes extremely clever. After all, supernormal intelligence could also be a form of mental illness. No one knew how a child like Qiu Yu had managed to open the electronically locked door of a hotel room.
After seeing this hyperactive little demon