Ji Zai

"It's me. When you have a chance, help me book an appointment with Adam, will you? Audrey? I'm afraid even Dr. Audrey can't treat this."

"I'm not sick."

"Huowang, I know you're not sick. I just feel a little guilty. Sorry—hey, what did you mean by booking two appointments? I don't need one!"

Li Huowang looked at Su Lin, who had angrily hung up the phone, and hurried to explain. "My mental state is fine! Brother Su Lin, your Dao principle is helping me!"

Clearly, when he made that request, even Su Lin suspected he might have left a permanent mark on Li Huowang, especially on his mind.

After all, judging by the few experiments so far, the results were a little cruel. Li Huowang's pursuit of the Dao looked very much like he was still under its influence.

Xiao Yan looked as if he had seen a ghost, worrying that he might one day turn into the same sort of "Dao seeker" as Li Huowang.

A person couldn't... At least, a person shouldn't.

"Can you even understand Chinese?" Li Huowang asked. "I said I'm not sick."

Wu Cheng snapped apart a pair of disposable chopsticks, picked up his boxed meal, and looked at Li Huowang. Surrounded by people in the spacious coach, Li Huowang wore handcuffs and leg irons.

"Every patient I've ever treated has said that." Wu Cheng peeled back the thin plastic lid on his meal and smiled.

"But in today's world, from children to the elderly, who doesn't have a little problem or two? Look at me. I'm not even thirty, and I'm almost bald."

As a professional psychiatrist, he was good at setting the mood and pace. After making a joke at his own expense, he steered clear of what Li Huowang had just said.