Qingshan Mental Hospital, You're Not Well!

Jiangcheng Second Hospital.

A black Cayenne pulled up and parked across the street, directly facing the hospital entrance.

The door opened.

A Long, wearing a black baseball cap, sat in the passenger seat.

"How's it looking?"

"Young Master, Lin Chongwu just left with his people. The brothers keeping watch inside say there are Lin Family guards stationed outside Ye Bufan's room."

Jiang Cheng nodded. It seemed making a move at the hospital would be difficult.

Maybe... he could get Ye Bufan to change locations.

Jiang Cheng thought of something and let out a cackling laugh.

A Long shrank back toward the car door, feeling like Ye Bufan was about to have another stroke of bad luck.

Ahem~

Jiang Cheng told A Long to keep an eye on things, then drove to a secluded street.

Following the street deeper in, he soon arrived beside an iron fence.

Qingshan Mental Hospital!

On the surface, it was a massive mental hospital, but in reality, it was an Ancient Martial Artist organization under official jurisdiction.

Most cities had one, appearing to the public in various forms like restaurants or hotels.

In secret, they were responsible for overseeing Ancient Martial Artists, preventing incidents of martial law breaking the peace.

Any Ancient Martial Artist had to register with the local branch.

"Hey, old man."

Jiang Cheng walked up to the security booth at the entrance and leaned down to address the security guard, who was lying on a recliner, holding a palm-leaf fan.

"Eh, who are you looking for?"

The guard eyed Jiang Cheng warily, tightening his grip on the fan.

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched, but he remained polite.

"Sir, I'm looking for the director here, Yang Yongxin."

"Yang Yong what?"

"Yang Yongxin."

"What Yongxin?"

Jiang Cheng raised his voice. "Yang Yongxin."

"Yang what Xin?"

"Fine, sir, you just cool off first."

Jiang Cheng had no choice but to go in and ask himself.

At the counter, a young man in a white coat was scrolling through his phone.

You're the one!

Jiang Cheng immediately felt this guy was no ordinary person—maybe some kind of contact.

"Hello."

The sudden voice startled the young man. Recovering, he quickly put down his phone and spoke formally.

"Sir, are you checking in for admission?"

Jiang Cheng: ...

Jiang Cheng's face darkened. If you've got something to say, say more of it.

Did he really look that much like a mental patient?

Huff~

"Kid, I'm looking for your director."

Watching the young man sit up straight and proper, Jiang Cheng felt something was off but suppressed his doubts.

"The director's not here. It's the same if you tell me."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Cheng thought it over. Telling anyone here was probably the same.

"I found a wild Ancient Martial Artist who hasn't registered."

"Wild? Ancient Martial Artist?"

The young man stared at Jiang Cheng, blinking without pause.

Jiang Cheng rubbed his nose. Ye Bufan had come down from Tianshan—wasn't that wild?

There shouldn't be any big problem with him saying that, right?

Afraid the young man wouldn't believe him, Jiang Cheng prepared to explain more seriously.

The next second, He saw the young man spring up from his chair, plant himself in front of Jiang Cheng, and drop into a horse stance.

He shaped both hands into "sword fingers," hopping and jumping around.

"Hahaha~ I've finally mastered the Six Meridian Divine Sword!"

"Pew~ pew~ pew~"

Uh...

Jiang Cheng stared dumbfounded at the scene, his brain buzzing.

"007, what are you doing? Take off your coat."

Just then, a middle-aged woman walked in from the back courtyard.

Hearing the woman's voice, the young man frantically stripped off the White Coat, revealing a blue-and-white striped hospital gown, and slipped out.

Me? My mind's shattered!

Jiang Cheng felt deeply deceived.

He'd been talking to a mental patient the whole time, and damn it, he'd been so into it.

"Sir, can I help you?"

The middle-aged woman walked over, pulling on a White Coat as she spoke with an apologetic tone.

Jiang Cheng keenly noticed the calluses on the woman's hands, finally relaxed, and helplessly repeated himself.

"Sir, you're saying an Ancient Martial Artist plans to attack someone in the next few days?"

The middle-aged woman eyed Jiang Cheng suspiciously.

Now that's what you call professional!

That's professional!

Her ability to extract information was spot on.

Jiang Cheng nodded, then said seriously, "Please make sure you're prepared."

The middle-aged woman picked up the phone, gave Jiang Cheng one last look, and her tone turned stern, "I'll ask one more time. Is this true?"

"Guaranteed true."

Without hesitation, the woman dialed, "Possible mental patient spotted. Send a few people back here."

"Mental patient?"

Jiang Cheng looked around, then glanced at the middle-aged woman, a ridiculous thought forming in his mind.

Was she talking about him?

Thud thud thud...

Three tall, burly doctors in White Coats burst out from the back courtyard and surrounded Jiang Cheng.

Things seemed to be taking a bad turn!

"What's this about?"

Jiang Cheng stared at the middle-aged woman, his face a mess of emotions. "I don't have a mental illness!"

The middle-aged woman nodded in agreement, "Mental patients usually think they don't have a mental illness. That checks out."

"Sir, you're quite sick!"

Pfft—

Jiang Cheng had every reason to believe that the city's official Ancient Martial Artist organization had been assimilated by the mentally ill. What sane person picks a mental hospital as their base?

He regretted it. He never should have come alone!

"Give me a chance to make a phone call."

"Fine."

The middle-aged woman nodded.

Usually, to prevent mental patients from having extreme reactions, they'd allow small requests.

Qingshan Mental Hospital prided itself on humane management!

Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, awkwardly dialed Qin Yan's number, "Hey, Yan... Yan'er, I..."

"Jiang Cheng, where are you? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

On the other end of the line, Qin Yan sounded a bit anxious, firing off three questions in a row.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Cheng awkwardly recounted his situation.

Faintly, one or two silvery laughs could be heard from the phone.

In that instant, Jiang Cheng wished he could just die.

About a minute after hanging up, a balding man hurried down from upstairs and shouted at the group, "Stop."

"Dean."

Yang Yongxin ignored the middle-aged woman, rushed over to Jiang Cheng, and grasped his hand with a beaming smile, "So this is Young Master Jiang Cheng—I've long heard of your name. Meeting you today, you truly are extraordinary, a dragon among men."

Jiang Cheng calmly pulled his hand free, his mouth twitching. That tone felt way too familiar.

It was exactly the same flattering way those people had praised Ye Bufan back at the Lin Family...

And then... Ye Bufan ended up in the hospital...

"Dean Yang, let's clear up the misunderstanding first."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the middle-aged woman. He didn't want to be treated like a mental patient.

"What's going on?"

Yang Yongxin immediately put on a stern face, looking displeasedly at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman explained the situation, then lowered her voice, "Dean, I suspect this man has delusions. He needs a thorough examination."

"Otherwise, he's just provoking us—how else would he know that an Ancient Martial Artist will hurt someone in a few days? Maybe he's an accomplice!"

To be honest, Jiang Cheng felt there was no need to lower her voice at all.

It was just a few steps away. Who was she underestimating?

Did she really think he was deaf?

Jiang Cheng felt insulted once again...