Chapter 28: No, No, Can't

One-Eyed Man had seen many strange things.

But after seeing this file, he could only say his horizons had been broadened. He'd never seen anyone like this before.

"I want to meet him." One-Eyed Man wanted to meet this miraculous fellow.

So many near-death experiences, yet he still lived. Even electrocution couldn't kill him. Strange, very strange. He could only think that the other party must be some kind of exceptionally gifted prodigy.

Just like the kind…

This child is a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy. If he were to open his Ren and Du meridians, wouldn't he ascend to the heavens?

"What time is it?" Director Hao asked.

"Three o'clock," One-Eyed Man replied.

Director Hao rolled his eyes. "Since you know it's already three in the morning, you should also know that it's time for people to sleep. I'm already in my fifties, my hair has turned black again, and I rely on goji berries and red dates to survive each day. You should probably leave now."

"You can come back tomorrow if you want to meet him."

As he said this, Director Hao scratched his hair, his meaning clear. See? All white hair. If you can find a single black one, I'll admit defeat.

One-Eyed Man didn't say anything more and left the mental hospital directly.

"Hey! You can leave, but give me back the file! That's the fruit of my research! How can you be like this?" Director Hao shouted after him, seeing him leave with the file.

Night!

Everyone was fast asleep.

Back at headquarters, One-Eyed Man smoked in his office, flipping through the file. Smoke filled the room, turning it white. He put down the file and walked to the French window, looking out at the still-lit night market.

"A very interesting fellow."

Mourning Dog had infiltrated the mental hospital, disguised as a normal dog. Ordinary people were easily fooled. Only they could see through an evil creature's true form. It seemed a full-scale sweep was necessary, leaving no inch unchecked.

If other evil creatures were like Mourning Dog, the situation would become very serious.

March 3rd!

Sunny!

The sun was shining brightly, the temperature lower than yesterday.

Ward 666.

Lin Fan opened his eyes, sitting dazedly on the bed, his expression somewhat bewildered. He stared blankly for a while, then stretched out his arm and said,

"Old Zhang, my arm is a little sore."

"I'll give you a few needles, and it'll be fine."

Old Man Zhang glanced furtively outside. Seeing that there were no nurses checking in, he took out silver needles and jabbed them into Lin Fan's arm. His movements were extremely fast and precise, targeting the problem areas. Absolutely effective.

"How does it feel?"

His acupuncture skills were impressive. The Galactic Rotation Method was the culmination of years of experience, countless times sending Lin Fan to the hospital emergency room. If it wasn't effective, why would they go to the emergency room?

"It doesn't feel strong enough. It's not like it used to be." Lin Fan calmly looked at the silver needles in his arm, then pinched one, pushing the entire needle into his arm. "Hmm, now it feels much better."

Old Man Zhang stroked his chin, pondering.

"It seems I didn't insert them deep enough."

"Forget it."

"Let's have some soy milk."

Lin Fan said calmly, "I want cola."

"Alright, then I'll have Sprite." Old Man Zhang opened the cabinet and took out two bags of soy milk, one for each of them.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The old and the young happily drank their soy milk. The taste was fantastic. White liquid flowed down the corners of their mouths, and they licked it clean with their tongues, not wasting a single drop.

On the lush green lawn.

The mental patients ran freely on the grass, bathed in the morning sun. This was their happiest time of the day.

Old Man Zhang and Lin Fan weren't watching the ants move house. Instead, they sat on a bench, motionless, staring into the distance. They were thinking about something very important.

What to do today?

Director Hao and One-Eyed Man stood in the distant corridor.

One-Eyed Man had come to the mental hospital early in the morning, wanting to see what this gifted individual looked like and what was so remarkable about him.

"Sitting on the bench over there, the youngest one is Lin Fan," Director Hao pointed into the distance.

One-Eyed Man looked at Lin Fan's back and asked, "What if, and I mean if, I discover he does have special talents, would you be willing to release him?"

Director Hao was stunned, then looked at One-Eyed Man seriously. "Are you serious? The kind where he doesn't come back?"

"I'm saying if there are, would you be willing?" One-Eyed Man said.

"Don't ask me if I'm willing. As long as you say the word, you can take him now. Buy one, get one free. The only requirement is that you don't send him back. And you have to sign a document with me."

"If anything happens, it has nothing to do with me or Qingshan Mental Hospital."

Director Hao found One-Eyed Man had become quite endearing.

If today were his birthday, these words would definitely be the best gift he could receive.

"Are you afraid something will happen to him? Don't worry, as long as he doesn't encounter evil creatures, he'll never be in danger," One-Eyed Man said.

Director Hao wanted to explain that he wasn't worried about Lin Fan getting hurt, but rather whether something would happen to the people on One-Eyed Man's side.

Just yesterday, Li Ang had been sent to the hospital. He knew the diagnosis: slightly traumatized mentally, but nothing too serious.

However, after a comprehensive physical examination,

They discovered infertility. His sperm motility was very low, and he might not be able to have children in the future.

This was a huge blow to Li Ang.

After all, he was still practically a virgin. How could this happen?

One-Eyed Man walked towards Lin Fan, his steps light and silent. As he approached, he slowly raised his hand and suddenly struck out, his speed incredibly fast. Even steel could be shattered by this blow.

If the other party was truly gifted, they would definitely react.

However…

His hand stopped just behind Lin Fan's head.

The other party didn't react at all, even reaching back to scratch the back of his head, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

He was a little disappointed.

Had he guessed wrong?

Perhaps he was overthinking it.

One-Eyed Man wanted to try a different approach. He walked in front of Lin Fan and said,

"May I sit here?"

Lin Fan looked at One-Eyed Man, then shifted his bottom to the side, continuing to stare into the distance with Old Man Zhang. His dazed appearance made One-Eyed Man begin to doubt his assumptions.

The three of them sat side by side.

No one spoke.

Gradually,

One-Eyed Man asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Don't know."

"If you don't know what you're looking at, why are you looking?"

"Don't know."

One-Eyed Man: "...."

"Did you eat a dog last night?"

One-Eyed Man inquired. A level-two evil creature being eaten by them was a remarkable thing, even unbelievable.

"No."

"Me neither."

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang snapped back to attention, shaking their heads in denial. This person must be an undercover nurse, a dangerous presence. They absolutely couldn't expose themselves.

"Huh!"

"You only have one eye."

"He's missing an eye."

The two of them looked at One-Eyed Man as if they had discovered a new continent, their attention focused on his eye.

Old Man Zhang stood up and walked over to One-Eyed Man, lifting his eye patch, then putting it back down. His expression was very serious.

"I can cure you, but you must let me give you a few needles."

"He's very skilled," Lin Fan rolled up his sleeve, patting his arm. "He fixed my arm."

One-Eyed Man took a deep breath.

Communication was proving difficult.

"I heard you like to cultivate, is that why you often stick your hand in electrical sockets?" One-Eyed Man asked.

Lin Fan shook his head. "No."

"Then do you hit yourself with heavy objects?"

Lin Fan shook his head. "No."

"Can you tell me about these things? I'm very interested," One-Eyed Man asked.

Lin Fan shook his head. "Can't."

Damn it!

This conversation was going nowhere.