"Nonsense!"
Yang Yongxin glared at the middle-aged woman.
"This is Young Master Jiang. If you dare spout nonsense again, I'll let you experience my new treatment next time."
At that, even the three white coat doctors could not help taking a step back.
Jiang Cheng felt somewhat uneasy. Could it be... Yang Yongxin was actually the most abnormal person here?
"Young Master Jiang, my subordinates don't know any better. Please forgive them."
Yang Yongxin chuckled. "Let's talk upstairs."
After the two figures disappeared from sight,
the three white coat doctors nervously looked at the middle-aged woman.
"Sister Xia, the Director won't have an episode, will he?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Why don't you go take a look?"
Sister Xia rolled her eyes at the three men irritably.
"Wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
The three shook their heads like rattles, then looked fearfully toward the rear courtyard. More than a dozen of their brothers were still lying there.
Second floor, the Director's office.
With a creak,
the door was pushed open, and Jiang Cheng was dumbfounded.
All kinds of equipment, large and small, filled the room. Dense wires, like a spiderweb, connected every machine.
In one corner sat a rosewood desk and chair, presumably where Yang Yongxin worked.
Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched.
This was an office? Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a storage room.
"Young Master Jiang, forgive the mess."
Yang Yongxin rubbed his nose awkwardly, then expertly stepped through the gaps between the tangled wires.
He cleared a path wide enough for one person to pass through, then looked at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng steeled himself and walked in.
"Young Master Jiang, sit here."
Yang Yongxin breathed onto the desk and wiped its surface with his hand, gesturing for Jiang Cheng to sit in the chair.
"Dean Yang, I came today because I want to ask you for a favor."
Jiang Cheng explained his plan, then silently waited as Yang Yongxin pondered it.
"Young Master Jiang, I have a question."
A sickly anticipation flashed through Yang Yongxin's eyes. His face and neck turned red, and he looked like he had spotted prey he dearly loved.
"Is that person... muscular?"
Damn it!
Anyone who chose a mental hospital as a base clearly had some issues.
Jiang Cheng seemed to think of something, and a chill ran down his spine.
He tightened his clothes and answered firmly,
"More than muscular. He's especially enduring, too."
Yang Yongxin became excited. He abruptly braced both hands against the desk, his tone impassioned.
"Young Master Jiang, please, let me be of service to you."
In a daze, Jiang Cheng did not even know how he had left.
"Kid, hurry and get out."
Outside the gates, Security Guard Grandpa spotted Jiang Cheng walking slowly and hurriedly called out to him.
Jiang Cheng came back to his senses. The moment he stepped out of Qingshan Mental Hospital, the gates suddenly slammed shut behind him.
"Grandpa, what's going on?"
Jiang Cheng asked in confusion.
"It's treatment time for the patients. Very dangerous."
Security Guard Grandpa used his palm-leaf fan to cover half his face and spoke mysteriously.
Tch!
They were only treating psychiatric patients. What was so dangerous about that?
Could this old man be mentally unstable too?
Jiang Cheng immediately realized this and hurriedly put some distance between them.
"007, be good. It's time to take your medicine."
At that moment, a young man in a patient's uniform rushed out from in front of the counter.
More than a dozen patients followed, with several white coat doctors trailing behind them.
Jiang Cheng noticed that thin, long cracks appeared in the ground where the group had trampled.
Could it be... every patient at Qingshan Mental Hospital was an Ancient Martial Artist?!
"Hehe~ Kid, I'll let you in on a secret. Before these people came here, every single one of them was perfectly normal."
Security Guard Grandpa smiled mysteriously, then dozed off again in his recliner.
Hiss!
This... was no mental hospital. It was clearly Qingshan God-Making Hospital.
If Ye Bufan really went in there, wouldn't he be played to death?
Jiang Cheng silently mourned for Ye Bufan for a few seconds.
That night,
Jiang Cheng returned to the Jiang Family carrying a huge bag full of meat and vegetables.
To seal... no, properly reward Qin Yan's mouth, Jiang Cheng decided to cook a meal himself.
As the saying went, one day as husband and wife brought a hundred days of affection. Hopefully, for the sake of this meal, she would forget certain things.
Otherwise, Jiang Cheng would have no choice but to use a stick and physically knock Qin Yan unconscious.
The moment he opened the door,
several pairs of eyes turned toward him in unison.
"Dad, Mom."
Jiang Cheng was slightly stunned as he looked at Father Jiang and Mother Jiang sitting on the sofa, surrounded by the three women.
Since Qin Yan had brought him back, this was the first time they had returned.
"Xiao Cheng is back. You bought so many ingredients too. Are you planning to cook?"
Uh...
Jiang Cheng nodded stiffly.
"Good, then hurry along."
Mother Jiang urged him, then smiled at the women.
"Xiao Cheng's cooking is delicious. You must all eat plenty later."
"By the way, the nanny doesn't seem to have come today. Xiao Cheng probably can't handle it alone, so I'll go help him."
Li Rou spoke as she rose to her feet.
"Aunt, I should help Jiang Cheng instead. You should rest."
"Yeah, Aunt, I'll go too."
The three women spoke in unison and got up to head for the kitchen.
Mother Jiang's mouth nearly split into a grin as she watched them leave, completely satisfied.
What wonderful girls. If only one of them could become my daughter-in-law.
"That's enough. Your little scheme is practically written all over your face. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; you can't force it."
Father Jiang lowered his voice and sipped his tea as he advised her.
"Shut up!"
Mother Jiang glared fiercely at Jiang Tianxiong, who looked completely at ease.
If her son were not as much of a blockhead as his father, would she, as his mother, need to put so much thought into this?
Cough, cough~
After Mother Jiang glared at him, Father Jiang coughed twice and sheepishly shut his mouth.
"Ah."
Mother Jiang sighed.
Ever since the women had visited last time, she had deliberately kept Father Jiang from coming home.
Her goal was to give them opportunities to be alone together. With a lone man and several women, dry wood and blazing fire, surely something would happen.
Yet when she returned today, the women's stomachs showed no sign of change at all.
She was even beginning to suspect that her son had some unspeakable problem.
After one meal, Qin Yan and the other two women's eyes lit up.
In their previous lives, they had never eaten food cooked by Jiang Cheng. They had not expected it to be so delicious that they simply could not stop.
Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao's gazes at Jiang Cheng grew tender and lingering.
Hmph~
How pathetic. She had already eaten Jiang Cheng clean, yet these two younger sisters were still in the dark!
If they found out Jiang Cheng would even give her an extra meal tonight, wouldn't they die of envy?
Qin Yan secretly reveled in it and glanced disdainfully at the two women.
Jiang Cheng kept his head down, shoveling food into his bowl, deaf to everything beyond it.
Of all things in this world, only good food and love must never be neglected!
Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill,
Jiang Cheng returned to his room and began considering the details of how Ye Bufan could "reasonably" be admitted to Qingshan Mental Hospital.
This time, he had every advantage of timing, location, and support.
As for the Lin Family,
Hehe~
A blunt blade and a scrawny horse—what did they have to fight him with?
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