Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 379 - 260: Admitted to the Hospital!

Chapter 379: Chapter 260: Admitted to the Hospital!

"1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9"

Female Ghost:...

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"Today is the follow-up check, everyone get ready!"

Today marked Li Ping’an’s tenth year since he had crossed over to the Third Psychiatric Hospital in Hehuang City.

As usual, he wore his white coat and checked on the patients’ recovery with tireless patience.

By the side of Bed No.1, Li Ping’an asked softly,

"How have you been feeling lately?"

Patient in Bed No.1:

"I’ve been into hotpot lately."

Li Ping’an nodded in satisfaction,

"That’s normal, I like it too."

Patient in Bed No.1:

"Do you prefer the lid of the pot or the bottom?"

Shaking his head with resignation, Li Ping’an moved on to Bed No.2, where he saw the patient writing a letter. He asked curiously,

"Who are you writing to?"

Patient in Bed No.2:

"I’m writing to myself!"

Li Ping’an:

"Then what do you write about?"

Patient in Bed No.2:

"Are you sick? How would I know what it says if I haven’t received it yet?"

Li Ping’an sighed deeply.

He then approached Bed No.3, where the psychiatric patient knocked on the window:

"Li Ping’an, is this glass bulletproof?"

Li Ping’an played along,

"Yes, it’s bulletproof glass."

Patient in Bed No.3 asked again,

"Can it withstand bombs?"

Li Ping’an was puzzled,

"It probably can’t!"

The patient in Bed No.3 pulled out a pair of playing cards—Jokers—from his pocket, slammed them on the glass table, and said,

"Boom!"

Li Ping’an jumped, and after thinking for a long time, he said three words,

"I can’t beat that!"

The patient in Bed No.3 nodded in satisfaction.

...

After checking on the six psychiatric patients in the room, Li Ping’an shook his head in disappointment, picked up the medical records, and declared loudly to all the patients,

"I never expected that under my treatment the conditions would become more serious. It’s necessary to increase the dosage!"

"Number one and three, you need to take more Viagra!"

"Number four and six, apply more Indian God Oil!"

"Number two and five, you must change into women’s clothes before sleep, it will help with your recovery!"

Li Ping’an had just finished discussing the treatment plan when a nurse came up behind him and said to everyone:

"Director Wang wants to see how you all are recovering, everyone come with me!"

Li Ping’an and a group of patients with mental disorders then followed the nurse to the doorway of Director Wang’s office.

Director Wang had been waiting for quite some time; he pointed at a door painted on the wall and said earnestly to Li Ping’an and the others:

"Today, whoever among you opens this door can go home."

Upon hearing this, the patients with mental disorders rushed forward and surrounded the painted door; Director Wang felt very disappointed.

At this moment, he noticed that one patient was still sitting in the same place without moving; feeling somewhat satisfied, he went up to him and asked:

"Li Ping’an, why aren’t you trying to open the door?"

He glanced at Director Wang and said softly and mysteriously:

"The key is with me, I surely won’t open it for them."

Director Wang, having no choice, shook his head:

"Li Ping’an, come with me to the office for a moment."

Once inside, Director Wang threw the medical file into Li Ping’an’s hands:

"Take a look for yourself!"

Holding the file, Li Ping’an sat in Director Wang’s chair, furrowing his brows and, after a long time, he began analyzing with a worried face as he held his chin in his hands:

"I’ve read the case file; your condition is getting more serious. It looks like you can’t be discharged yet."

Director Wang found a chair and sat next to Li Ping’an, grasping Li Ping’an’s hand with a pleading tone:

"Li Ping’an, you’ve been hospitalized for ten years now, and you haven’t gotten any better!"

"You know? Our hospital’s reputation is almost ruined because of you!"

"It’s one thing that you’re not cooperating with the treatment, but you insist on treating other patients with mental disorders, and that shit has even gone viral!"

With a smack, Li Ping’an slapped the table, annoyed:

"What’s that? Every mental patient I’ve treated has gotten better!"

Tears were almost streaming down Director Wang’s face:

"The doctor’s gone mad!"

"And was it really you who cured them? A few years ago, you pretended to be a doctor and tricked patients into taking sleeping pills, almost killing someone, and these past years, you’ve been deceiving people into taking aphrodisiacs like Viagra."

"Because of you, how many have lost their year-end bonuses, not to mention having their salaries docked for two months!"

"What on earth are you trying to do? You want to drive our hospital out of business, is that it?"

Li Ping’an straightened the collar of his white coat, adopting the caring demeanor of a medical practitioner:

"Qiao Mushan of Bed Number Six said he’s been feeling a bit of kidney deficiency lately, so I traded some Indian God Oil for his medicine. I was thinking of his best interests, trying to get him discharged sooner."

"Bed Number Six, Qiao Mushan?"

"His damn name is Qiao Bin!"

Director Wang shouted out but then stopped, as if something occurred to him, and he fiercely grabbed Li Ping’an’s collar to interrogate him:

"By the way, where the hell did you get that Indian God Oil from?! Qiao Bin is a woman! Can she use Indian God Oil? Because of your treatment plan, she can’t be discharged this month either."

"Who decided women can’t use Indian God Oil? Maybe if she keeps taking it, she’ll actually change sex. Then, if she becomes a man, and a man thinks he’s a man, that wouldn’t be a gender identity disorder, right, and if that’s the case, wouldn’t her disease be cured, and she could be discharged in a minute?"

Li Ping’an then casually took out a pair of scissors from his pocket and sized up Director Wang’s head:

"Look, Director Wang, I’ve been learning to give haircuts recently, how about I give you one?"

"I’m fucking bald, haven’t grown hair since I was twenty!"

"No worries, if not the top, then the bottom."

After speaking, Li Ping’an placed the scissors on the table, preparing to unzip Director Wang’s pants:

"Be good, Uncle is going to give you a physical checkup..."

Taking the opportunity, Director Wang quickly snatched the scissors and put them in a drawer, then pressed down firmly on Li Ping’an, speaking earnestly:

"Li Ping’an, this year is your observation period. Originally, you could have been discharged this year, but after looking today, it seems your condition has worsened, and you probably will need another two or so years of treatment."