May Sickness

Got What He Wanted

At the snap of his fingers, all living beings bowed to his will—let alone a mere mental patient.

It couldn't be cured in a short time, but it could be made to submit.

Great Demon Li was famous for treating every kind of defiance, and the results were naturally immediate.

A few minutes later, Yamamoto Takeo finally came to his senses. But by then, a crowd had wrestled him into the interrogation booth and cuffed him. Everyone else looked shaken, while Nakajima Ritsumin, the hypnosis expert who'd been assisting him, was relieved to have escaped with his life.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Public Security Department officer really wanted to curse. He'd come here to deal with someone else, and somehow ended up getting dealt with himself. Where the hell was he supposed to go to complain about that?!

Meanwhile, that Chinese "spy" was sitting calmly in his old seat, wearing an inscrutable smile. He was probably laughing at him!

Fine, you got what you wanted!

The people who'd come to "rescue" Li Bai exchanged baffled looks. It seemed they weren't needed at all. He'd managed to get the officer locked in the interrogation booth all by himself.

Something like this had probably never happened in Japanese history.

"Here, this is the treatment plan. While his condition is being brought under control, it'd be best for him to avoid complicated work. He could spend some time meditating at a temple and read more scriptures to cultivate his character."

Li Bai wrote quickly on the interrogation report, recording Yamamoto Takeo's personal information, symptoms, medication instructions, and recommendations for additional support.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he'd interrogated the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Public Security Department officer himself.

Since Li Bai wasn't a Japanese doctor, a Japanese