City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 591 - 0592: Becoming Mentally Ill [Fourth Update]

Chapter 591: Chapter 0592: Becoming Mentally Ill [Fourth Update]

When the plump landlady awoke, she still smelled the strong stench of blood filling the cramped bathroom. Seeing her husband, He Jun, sitting in the bathtub, his torso soaking in the blood-red water, she thought He Jun had really died there.

"Husband, husband, don’t scare me!"

The plump woman shouted.

He Jun was definitely not dead; it was just that his thigh had been stabbed by Ye Qiu with a fruit knife, and a lot of blood had flowed out, dyeing half the bathtub red. However, Ye Qiu had already stopped the bleeding from his wound.

The plump landlady had come in and fainted from the shock.

Desperately, the landlady took out her phone and called the emergency number 120. While waiting for the ambulance, when the paramedics and the female nurses arrived and saw He Jun in the bathtub, they initially thought He Jun was dead inside.

But when the paramedic put his hand over his nose and felt a breath, and moreover, there was Mobo, it meant that the person had only fainted.

"Quickly, the patient is not dead, just passed out."

The two female nurses took him out of the bathtub, then placed him on the stretcher and carried him away from there.

The plump landlady followed, still feeling terrified by what had just happened inside. However, with He Jun not awake yet, she had no idea what had actually happened in the apartment.

As they took the elevator down from the upper floor, many residents saw the scene and really thought He Jun had died.

If it was rumored that someone had died in that apartment, it would definitely be difficult to rent out again.

The two security guards were surprised. They hadn’t expected that right after the young man and Miss Liu and the other woman had come back, Mr. He would end up like this.

They guessed that Mr. He’s condition might be related to the young man who drove the Mercedes AMG, but they couldn’t be sure.

The ambulance drove away from the upscale apartment complex and headed to the nearby Red Cross Hospital.

Upon arriving at the Red Cross Hospital, He Jun was urgently taken to the emergency room for treatment.

What baffled the emergency room doctors was that the patient didn’t have a single wound on his body!

The wound that had been stabbed by the fruit knife had been completely healed by Ye Qiu, and even his internal injuries, after examination, the emergency physician found that the patient didn’t have any wounds either.

Then why had he ended up like this?

However, He Jun’s face had turned somewhat deathly pale, naturally because he had lost too much blood just before!

"Madam, what exactly happened to your husband? He doesn’t have a single wound on him, and the blood in the bathtub is likely not his!"

The emergency doctor said.

Not, not his blood?

Whose was it then?

This made the plump landlady even more frightened. Could it be that her husband had killed the two female tenants?

She felt that wasn’t likely.

"I, I don’t know. I answered a phone call and then saw my husband like this."

"Let’s wait for your husband to wake up and then ask him for clarity," they said.

When Mr. He was transferred by the nurses from the emergency room to the general ward, he was still hooked up to an IV drip of glucose. After about a bottle had dripped, Mr. He slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

But now, Mr. He was completely different from before. His mind was filled with the events that had just occurred in the apartment, where a strange man had tossed him around, even putting him under the balcony railing, and finally to the bathtub, where he felt his thigh and chest being viciously stabbed with a fruit knife.

All that filled his mind now was that scene!

"Ah!"

He Jun screamed, leaping straight from the hospital bed, yanking down the IV bag in the process.

His shout startled the plump female landlord and the other patients and their relatives around him.

"Jun, Jun, what’s wrong with you?"

Watching He Jun suddenly scream, then frantically bouncing around the ward, he had started disturbing the other patients’ rest.

"Mom!"

He Jun grabbed the hand of a female patient around sixty years old and called out.

"Who is your mother?"

"Sister!"

He Jun then screamed at a woman in her thirties, and with his sleazy appearance, the situation only made the young woman express her disgust, "Who is your sister? Psycho!"

"Touch, touch!"

Just as He Jun was about to reach out and touch a middle-aged woman, she quickly dodged, shouting, "This maniac, pervert!"

The female nurses had already noticed He Jun waking up, acting differently than the other normal patients, possibly stimulated in the brain, leading to a neurological issue.

As the nurses ran out to alert the doctors and security, two hospital guards hurried over.

He Jun was wildly causing chaos in the ward, shouting at the men and women, young and old; one look in his eyes told them he was not lucid, likely a madman with a mental breakdown.

"Quick, catch him!"

The two guards moved to grab He Jun, but to their surprise, he hopped energetically from bed to bed, eluding their grasp.

In such a case, help from other male patients or their family members was necessary.

Soon, with the help of four patient relatives, they managed to restrain He Jun’s arms and legs. But he struggled fiercely, and the attending physician, seeing his condition, urgently instructed the nurses to bring a sedative needle, ready to sedate He Jun before sending him for psychiatric assessment.

If it was confirmed that he had a mental illness, he would likely need to be transferred to a specialized mental hospital.

Once the sedative needle was administered, He Jun quickly lost the strength to resist and was then escorted by the two guards to a separate psychiatric ward at Red Cross Hospital.

"Madam, your husband might have a problem with his brain!"

The attending physician said.

"I don’t know."

The plump female landlord had been frightened by He Jun’s behavior, but she sensed that her husband might truly have been traumatized, causing brain issues.

Once He Jun was settled in the isolated psychiatric ward and a nurse continued his IV, under the sedative’s effects, the now unconscious He Jun would likely not wake up for another six or seven hours.

If his condition remained as it was before, the doctors here could diagnose him with mania, or what is referred to in Western medicine as a mental illness, at which point he would need to be treated at another major hospital or sent to the Green Hills Psychiatric Hospital in Jinling for care.

If treated well and he recovered to normal, he could still be released, but if not, he might need to be confined there permanently, receiving treatment from psychiatric doctors.

The plump female landlord watched from outside, now a bit frightened by the just wildly deranged He Jun. However, she didn’t know what to do next, as her cellphone rang once again.