Jiangcheng Second Hospital.
A Black Cayenne drove over and stopped across from the hospital, directly facing the main entrance.
The car door opened.
A Long, wearing a black baseball cap, sat in the front passenger seat.
"How's it going?"
"Young Master, Lin Chongwu just left with his people. The brothers watching the hospital said members of the Lin Family are standing guard outside Ye Bufan's ward."
Jiang Cheng nodded. It looked like making a move at the hospital would be difficult.
Perhaps... he could have Ye Bufan stay somewhere else for a while.
Thinking of something, Jiang Cheng let out a sinister chuckle.
A Long nervously shrank toward the car door. He had a feeling Ye Bufan was about to suffer another huge misfortune.
Cough, cough.
Jiang Cheng had A Long keep watch while he drove to a remote street.
He walked farther down the street and soon arrived beside an Iron Fence.
Qingshan Mental Hospital!
On the surface, it was a massive psychiatric hospital. In reality, it belonged to an official Ancient Martial Artist organization.
Most cities had one. They appeared before the public in all sorts of forms, such as restaurants and hotels.
In secret, they were responsible for supervising Ancient Martial Artists and preventing them from breaking the law through force.
Any Ancient Martial Artist had to register locally.
"Hey, old man."
Jiang Cheng walked to the Security Booth and bent down to speak to Security Guard Grandpa, who was lying in a recliner with a palm-leaf fan in one hand.
"Eh? Who are you looking for?"
Security Guard Grandpa watched Jiang Cheng warily, tightening his grip on the fan.
Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched, but he still politely said,
"Grandpa, I'm looking for your Director, Yang Yongxin."
"Yang Yong what?"
"Yang Yongxin."
"What Yongxin?"
Jiang Cheng raised his voice. "Yang Yongxin."
"Yang what xin?"
"Fine, Grandpa. You stay cool."
Helpless, Jiang Cheng could only go inside and ask around himself.
At the counter, a young man in a white coat was scrolling through his phone.
You'll do!
Jiang Cheng could tell at a glance that this person was no ordinary man. Maybe he was some kind of contact.
"Hello."
The sudden voice startled the young man. Once he recovered, he hurriedly put down his phone and spoke with a serious expression.
"Sir, are you here to be admitted?"
Jiang Cheng: ...
Jiang Cheng's face darkened. If he was going to talk, he might as well say more.
Did he really look that much like a mental patient?
Huff...
"Brother, I'm looking for your Director."
Looking at the young man sitting perfectly straight, Jiang Cheng felt that something was off, but he suppressed his doubts.
"The Director isn't here. You can tell me instead."
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Cheng thought about it. It was the same no matter whom he told.
"I discovered an unregistered wild Ancient Martial Artist."
"A wild... Ancient Martial Artist?"
The young man stared at Jiang Cheng in confusion without even blinking.
Jiang Cheng rubbed his nose. Ye Bufan had come down from Tianshan, so wasn't he basically wild?
There shouldn't be any problem with putting it that way, right?
Afraid the young man would not believe him, Jiang Cheng prepared to explain more carefully.
The next second,
the young man kicked off the ground and sprang up from his chair, landing in front of Jiang Cheng in a horse stance.
He formed sword fingers with both hands, jumping and hopping about.
"Hahaha! I've finally mastered the Six Meridian Divine Sword!"
"Biu! Biu! Biu!"
Uh...
Jiang Cheng stared blankly at the scene, his mind buzzing.
"007, what are you doing? Take that coat off."
Just then, a middle-aged woman walked in from the back courtyard.
Hearing her voice, the young man hurriedly took off the white coat, revealing a blue-and-white striped patient uniform before slipping away.
Me? My mentality had completely collapsed!
Jiang Cheng felt deeply deceived.
So he had been talking to a mental patient this whole time, and he had even been so damn enthusiastic about it.
"Sir, may I ask what you need?"
The middle-aged woman walked over, putting on the white coat as she spoke apologetically.
Jiang Cheng keenly noticed the calluses on her hands, which finally put him at ease. Helplessly, he repeated himself.
"Sir, are you saying an Ancient Martial Artist intends to attack and injure someone within the next few days?"
The middle-aged woman eyed Jiang Cheng suspiciously.
What was professionalism?
This was professionalism!
Her ability to extract information was top-notch.
Jiang Cheng nodded, then spoke with a serious expression.
"Please make sure you are fully prepared."
The middle-aged woman picked up the phone. After giving Jiang Cheng one last look, her tone turned stern.
"I'll ask one more time. Is what you said true?"
"Guaranteed."
Without another moment of hesitation, the middle-aged woman made a call.
"We've found a suspected mental patient. Send a few people to the back."
"A mental patient?"
Jiang Cheng looked around, then glanced at the middle-aged woman. An absurd thought arose in his heart.
Could she be talking about him?
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Three tall, burly doctors in White Coats emerged from the back courtyard and surrounded Jiang Cheng.
The situation seemed rather bad!
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Cheng stared at the middle-aged woman, his expression utterly colorful. "I'm not mentally ill!"
The middle-aged woman nodded in agreement.
"Mental patients usually believe they aren't mentally ill. That confirms it."
"Sir, you're seriously ill!"
Pfft...
Jiang Cheng had every reason to believe that Jiang Cheng's official Ancient Martial Artist organization had been assimilated by mental patients. What normal person chose a psychiatric hospital as their base?
He regretted it. He should not have come alone!
"Give me a chance to make a phone call."
"Sure."
The middle-aged woman nodded.
Usually, to prevent mental patients from having extreme reactions, they could agree to some minor requests.
Qingshan Mental Hospital prided itself on humane management!
Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and awkwardly called Qin Yan.
"Hello, Yan... Yan'er, I..."
"Jiang Cheng, where are you? What happened? Did something go wrong?"
On the other end of the call,
Qin Yan sounded anxious, firing off three questions in a row.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Cheng awkwardly explained his situation.
Faintly, one or two silvery, bell-like laughs could be heard through the phone.
In that instant, Jiang Cheng wanted to die.
About a minute after he hung up,
a balding man hurried downstairs and shouted at the group.
"Stop."
"Director."
Yang Yongxin ignored the middle-aged woman. He rushed to Jiang Cheng, grabbed his hand, and smiled broadly.
"You must be Young Master Jiang, Jiang Cheng. I've long admired your name. Now that I see you in person, you truly are extraordinary—a dragon among men!"
Jiang Cheng quietly withdrew his hand, his mouth twitching. Why did those words sound so familiar?
They sounded exactly like the flattering tone those people at the Lin Family had used toward Ye Bufan.
And then... Ye Bufan had ended up in the hospital...
"Dean Yang, let's clear up this misunderstanding first."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the middle-aged woman. He did not want to be treated as a mental patient.
"What happened?"
Yang Yongxin immediately put on a stern expression and looked at the middle-aged woman in displeasure.
The middle-aged woman explained the situation and lowered her voice.
"Director, I suspect this man has delusions. He needs a thorough examination."
"Otherwise, he's provoking us. How else would he know that an Ancient Martial Artist will injure someone in a few days? Maybe he's an accomplice!"
Honestly, Jiang Cheng felt there was no need for her to lower her voice at all.
They were only a few steps apart. Who was she looking down on?
Did she think he was deaf?
Jiang Cheng felt insulted once again...
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