Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!
Chapter 288: Revised - 113 [Returning] (8000 words)_2

Chapter 288: Revised: Chapter 113 [Returning] (8000 words)_2

"It’s okay, you did nothing wrong," Chen Yan patted Chuyi’s shoulder, "Go back to your room, don’t worry about this."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. Just remember, no matter who asks, you tell them the truth: you acted to save someone. Nothing more, not a single extra word."

"Alright." Chuyi obeyed Chen Yan completely, turned around and went back to his room, not appearing again.

Chen Yan watched Chuyi return to his room, then turned to look at Chu Keqing standing in the courtyard.

Next to Chu Keqing, an instructor was reporting the incident in a low voice, and Chen Yan could hear everything clearly.

The instructor was much sharper than Chuyi, his recount was also more detailed: At that time, Vice President Zhang seemed to be crazy, even after being kicked down by Chuyi, he still struggled violently, and anyone who approached him was punched! Later, two skilled instructors from other rooms came out to subdue him together. There was no other option but to tie him up with a rope for the time being.

Chu Keqing frowned: "Did Vice President Zhang have any hidden illness before? Something like mental..."

"Never heard of it." The academy instructor shook his head.

"Go check his luggage, see if there are any related medications. Maybe he has a hidden illness that suddenly acted up." Chu Keqing made the first judgment.

Chen Yan squinted at the wild beast-like Vice President Zhang, then walked over and lightly touched Chu Keqing, pointing towards Vice President Zhang.

Chu Keqing raised her head to look, her heart skipped a beat!

Vice President Zhang, tied to a chair, had clearly seen the two of them outside the room, especially Chu Keqing. His eyes locked onto Chu Keqing, his face contorted into a grin, and suddenly he let out a low chuckle, sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, staring at Chu Keqing intensely.

Those eyes... no longer resembling a normal person!

Chu Keqing furrowed her brow, then looked at Chen Yan: "Senior... did you see anything?"

Chen Yan shook his head.

His aura didn’t seem abnormal, didn’t look like he was possessed by a ghost or anything.

It genuinely appeared as if he suddenly went crazy unknowingly.

Soon, an instructor rummaged through Vice President Zhang’s suitcase and found a bottle of medication, handing it to Chu Keqing. Chu Keqing glanced at it and sighed.

Chen Yan took a look, and saw the name of the medication: Prozac.

He didn’t understand these things, looking at Chu Keqing, Chu Keqing quietly said: "This is Fluoxetine, a psychiatric drug, specifically for treating anxiety or depression—seems like Vice President Zhang has depression."

Chen Yan remained silent—he didn’t know much about depression.

Chu Keqing then added: "There are many types of depression. Some kinds are accompanied by other symptoms, like Bipolar Disorder. Patients not only experience depression but also episodes of mania. Perhaps Vice President Zhang has this kind..."

Saying this, she glanced again at the still struggling and contorted Vice President Zhang tied to the chair, hesitated a moment, and quietly said: "He deals in finance and investment; I heard that people in this field face heavy pressure, many have some kind of psychological issues. Allegedly, anxiety and depression are common in this industry?"

This speculation actually seemed logical—Vice President Zhang had medication in his bag, clearly indicating he has a related illness.

"Carrying medication does suggest he has an illness. But I don’t understand, can Bipolar Disorder make someone this crazy?" Chen Yan asked.

Chu Keqing frowned in confusion as well, then Chu Keqing asked several instructors and some students, mainly inquiring about Vice President Zhang’s usual behavior.

Everyone said he seemed okay, not too abnormal, just that Vice President Zhang usually wasn’t very sociable, and...

Honestly, they were all businesspeople who put on a façade; perhaps he was trying hard to act normal in public. As for his private behavior, nobody could confirm.

To put it bluntly, the people in the Zen Meditation Class barely knew each other well.

Later, Chu Keqing consoled the injured President Zhang, saying a few comforting words, and requested the accompanying doctor to treat Zhang Mingyuan’s injuries—fortunately, they only appeared to be soft tissue bruises. However, President Zhang was quite scared. _{f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com}

"I had no idea he was sick!" President Zhang shook his head angrily: "That bastard seemed fine last night, even said after the Zen retreat he would visit my factory, said he was interested in investing in some real manufacturing plants... I considered him to be my God of Wealth, how could I possibly offend him? There’s no way I would say anything to provoke him!"

As he spoke, President Zhang’s anger seemed to turn toward Chu Keqing, his tone turning dissatisfied: "Director! I came to your academy for this Zen retreat on a friend’s recommendation, and this sort of thing happened.

Doesn’t your academy screen students? How do you admit someone with a mental problem?

I almost died here tonight, you know that?!"

Chu Keqing took a deep breath, her eyes showing a trace of helplessness, but still tried to speak kindly and calmly: "No matter what, the academy is responsible. We will definitely take full responsibility!

President Zhang, please rest well. If there’s anything you feel uncomfortable with, let us know, we will handle it promptly. If necessary, we will send you down to the hospital. All expenses will be covered by the academy!"