Chapter 94: I Top Up My Goddess's Phone Bill

Senior Director held his thermos and said, "Dean, was that the Common Sense Theorist you mentioned earlier?"

"I don't mean anything by it, but based on my years of experience, I feel that his mental state might have some issues. Do we need to conduct an assessment to see how he's doing?"

Dean Hao patted the Senior Director's shoulder and said, "Your judgment has always been excellent."

The Senior Director humbly replied, "It's all thanks to the Dean's guidance."

See!

He subtly flattered the Dean, not only earning praise but also putting the Dean in a good mood. This art of speaking is an important lesson many young people need to learn throughout their lives.

Dean Hao nodded with satisfaction.

Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital was quite good. The patients were lovely, and the nurses and doctors were very good at talking. He liked it here.

Back in his office, Dean Hao made a phone call.

He was calling Principal Chen Xiang, eager to have a good chat with him.

The call connected, and the other party was very enthusiastic.

"Dean Hao, are you impressed? Let me tell you, Chen Xiang is a top student in our advanced Common Sense Theory course. Although he's not very experienced, his theoretical knowledge is quite remarkable."

"I feel that our school can fully cooperate with Qingshan, providing a continuous stream of talent. This is my idea, to improve the graduate employment rate."

This Principal Qin was a man with many ideas.

He had sent many talents to various industries.

The Common Sense Theory major was a course he invented, adding another course to the school's curriculum. If any student in this major achieves international renown in the future, he, the founder, would also become famous.

"Dean Hao, are you listening? What are your thoughts on this student? If properly nurtured, he can definitely become a pillar of the nation."

Dean Hao said, "Pillar of the nation or not, I don't know. But what I do know is that he's already in the hospital. Old Qin, don't blame me for not reminding you, you should quickly cancel this major. What kind of nonsense are you teaching? It's completely misleading the students."

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. He's in the hospital. I won't even mention the medical expenses; Qingshan will cover them. I used to wonder why housing prices are rising, but why are cemetery plots also rising? Now I understand."

"Why are cemetery plots increasing in price?"

Dean Hao was about to continue his conversation with Principal Qin, but he was stunned by this question.

I did mention housing prices and cemetery plots.

But you didn't ask anything else, only about the reason for the rising price of cemetery plots. Your thinking is a bit scattered. I want to give you a proper assessment.

"Old Qin, what's going on? Was I talking about the rising price of cemetery plots?"

"Dean Hao, didn't you just say that? Housing prices are rising, why are cemetery plots also rising? I don't know, so I'm asking you."

"Alright, come to Qingshan when you have the chance. I want to have a good chat with you."

"Thanks for the invitation. I'll definitely come when I have the opportunity. But you haven't told me why cemetery plots are increasing in price. Tell me, I lack knowledge in this area."

Hanging up the phone, Dean Hao lay on the leather sofa, staring at the ceiling, silently lighting a cigarette.

He looked a little haggard.

Being in a psychiatric hospital, he found that the people outside seemed a bit abnormal. Often, those who are labeled as abnormal are the most normal.

Dean Hao took a drag of his cigarette silently.

Strange!

How could he have such a thought?

Inside the ambulance:

"Doctor, I'm also a doctor, but I teach Common Sense Theory. Don't look at me like I'm injured; it's just a little accident. Do you believe me?"

Chen Xiang was talking to the doctor. He wasn't a chatterbox, but he remembered from movies that he had to keep talking and never fall asleep. Once he closed his eyes and fell asleep, it would be the end.

"Yes," the doctor said.

Regardless of what the other party said, the doctor was willing to believe this psychiatric patient. Dean Hao personally confirmed that there was something wrong with him. If he argued with a psychiatric patient, wouldn't that mean he had a problem?

"Doctor, why do I feel chilly? Do you think this knife cut off my appendix?" Chen Xiang asked.

"Normal," the doctor said with a smile.

Usually, doctors are aloof.

But when facing psychiatric patients, they always show the most friendly and warm smiles.

Don't ask why they are so friendly.

It's called high professional quality.

Chen Xiang felt something was strange.

"Doctor, why do I feel like you're treating me as a psychiatric patient?"

He voiced his thoughts.

He didn't feel it at first, but later he noticed the way the doctor and nurse looked at him, as if they were saying, "This is a psychiatric patient, be respectful, don't cause trouble."

They looked at Chen Xiang, the meaning in their eyes seemed very clear: Aren't you a psychiatric patient?

Of course.

Although they weren't Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital doctors, they had interacted with those two quite a bit over the years and learned many strange things.

"Haha, how is that possible? How could you be mentally ill? Just lie down obediently, and we'll be at the hospital soon. You can rest assured; our hospital's doctors are very experienced. With your minor injury, there's absolutely no danger," the doctor reassured him.

Chen Xiang increasingly felt that they were treating him as a psychiatric patient.

"I'm really not mentally ill." He wanted to prove that he wasn't a patient.

"We know," the doctor and nurse said.

"You don't know," Chen Xiang said.

"Right, right, we don't know. We don't know anything," the doctor hurriedly said.

He felt that this patient was a bit difficult. If it were Lin Fan and Old Zhang, they would usually lie there motionless after they acknowledged that they weren't mentally ill, smiling at you.

But this patient was a bit troublesome.

He already agreed with him.

Why was he so disobedient?

Sigh!

Indeed, there was a big difference between psychiatric patients, just like the comparison between obedient children and disobedient children.

Chen Xiang felt that they were perfunctory.

"I'm not mentally ill, why can't you believe me? I'm a doctor, I'm a freshly graduated Common Sense Theory doctor," Chen Xiang said excitedly.

Because he was too excited, his wound split open, and blood flowed.

"Don't get excited, it's not good for the wound," the doctor said hurriedly.

"I'm really not a psychiatric patient!" Chen Xiang felt that he had suffered the greatest insult of his life, being treated as mentally ill. How outrageous!

"Quick, administer a sedative!" The doctor couldn't control the situation. The nurse beside him was quick-witted and injected him with a shot.

They weren't professionals.

For them, psychiatric patients were a huge challenge. They didn't expect this patient to be so difficult.

Fortunately, they were well-prepared.

Whenever they went to Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, sedatives were a must.

If anyone dared to act up, one shot would make them behave.

Inside Ward 666:

Lin Fan and Old Zhang were living happily, drinking Sprite and Coke, hiding the gas stove in the cabinet.

"Old Zhang, give me a couple of needles. I've recently noticed something moving around in my body," Lin Fan said.

"Alright."

Old Zhang looked outside, and after making sure there were no bad guys, he took out his "big baby" in front of Lin Fan.

He held the silver needles in his hand and examined them carefully.

One needle down.

A silver needle was stuck in Lin Fan's head.

"Any feeling?"

"No, you can stick it in deeper. I like it deeper."

"Okay, is it deep now?"

"Yes."

Old Zhang pinched the silver needle and pushed the needle that was already stuck in his head a bit further, constantly observing Lin Fan's expression. When he saw no expression, he was curious.

Could it be that I didn't stick it in well enough?

"Any feeling?" Old Zhang asked.

"A little," Lin Fan said.

Old Zhang nodded with satisfaction and then slowly performed acupuncture on Lin Fan. Only Lin Fan believed in his acupuncture skills; no one else did, so Lin Fan was the best.

And he also believed that Lin Fan could cultivate.

No one else believed it, only he did.

One after another, silver needles landed on Lin Fan's head, his technique skillful and without hesitation. He pinched the needles, located the points, and with each needle down, his skill was almost magical.

In the corridor:

Li Ang was in a good mood. He had just been praised by the dean, who said he was a responsible caregiver with a strong sense of responsibility, and his salary would be increased by one hundred this month.

He thought that he could use this one hundred yuan to top up his goddess's phone bill.

He had been pursuing a goddess recently.

The goddess kept posting on her WeChat Moments that her phone bill was running out quickly and was about to be suspended.

Every time he saw this post, he would silently top up her phone bill with one hundred yuan and then like her post, the meaning very clear: Goddess, have you seen that I topped up your phone bill?

He wouldn't say it directly.

Instead, he wanted the goddess to slowly discover it herself. When she finally realized that the person who had been silently topping up her phone bill was him, she would definitely be moved. Even if she didn't promise herself to him, at least asking him out for a meal wouldn't be a problem.

Thinking about the beautiful future, he couldn't help but smile.

Another beautiful day.

Ward 666 was just ahead.

He was very curious.

"What are those two patients doing?"

He wondered if they had been frightened by that Chen Xiang.

Arriving at the door, he took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and pushed the door open. This was the first time he had taken the initiative to communicate with a psychiatric patient.