"The demon disintegrates Dafa?"
Jiang He frowned and said, "Why does this name sound like a demon? Could it be related to the Demon Sect?"
"This itself is the secret method of the Demon Sect."
The young man shrugged and said, "We in Daxia have been fighting with the Demon Sect for so many years, so it seems reasonable to acquire some of the Demon Sect's techniques, right?"
Forehead……
It does seem reasonable.
Fighting.
How can anyone not seize the spoils of war?
Jiang He pondered: "But this is the secret method of the Demon Sect. Can we practice it? If we practice it, will we be treated as members of the Demon Sect?"
Young man: "Don't worry, this secret method is sold by the Martial Arts Administration Bureau, and the price is not high. Many people practice it... It's just that the method of disintegrating demons is a secret method that stimulates the potential of the human body and greatly increases the skill in a short period of time. Although it is powerful, But the side effects are too great.”
"After the user uses it, they will suffer backlash. In the mild case, the physical function will be reduced, and in the worst case, the foundation will be damaged or even death."
Of course, Jiang He couldn't easily believe a mentally ill person.
The post he edited was sent out anyway.
After a while, there were four replies.
Two of them recommended "The Great Method of Disintegration of Heavenly Demons", but they also gave a warning when recommending it, saying: "The Great Method of Disintegration of Heavenly Demons is a technique that can kill one thousand enemies and damage oneself eight hundred. There are indeed many people in the martial arts world. Practicing, but except for the group of lunatics from the Demon Sect, no one dares to use it easily."
"Once used, it will damage the foundation, which is equivalent to cutting off the path of martial arts."
Damage the foundation?
Cutting off the path to martial arts?
This put Jiang He into a dilemma, but he quickly came to his senses...
"My meridians and Qi sea have long been destroyed by the evil poison of the Demon Sect. Now I am just a pure body-refining warrior with a woolen foundation?"
A thought flashed in my mind.
Jiang He immediately logged into the official website of the Martial Arts Administration and searched for "The Great Method of Disintegration of Demons."
Take a look at the price.
Jiang He couldn't help but said in surprise: "100,000 yuan? So cheap?"
The young man lay down behind him and explained: "Of course...the martial arts administration's publicly sold prices for the techniques seized from the Demon Sect are all very low, almost equivalent to half selling and half giving away."
Jiang He said: "Then why is the Great Holy Fist so expensive?"
The young man rolled his eyes and said: "Doctor, you don't even understand this? The Great Holy Fist was created by others, and it was just sold on the official website of the Martial Arts Administration... In the ancient martial arts era, this level of Martial arts techniques may not be learned by anyone other than a direct disciple or a biological son.”
“And if the price is too low, everyone can easily buy it.”
"Who still has the motivation to hunt ferocious beasts and make money?"
While Jiang He was operating the computer to place an order for the "Magic of Disintegration of Heavenly Demons", he couldn't help but said: "I can't tell, you, a psychopath like you, know quite a lot!"
At the mention of the word "mental illness".
The young man suddenly became anxious.
He said loudly: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not sick..."
Jiang He smiled faintly and said: "The patients who come here all say that they are not sick... but I heard that you keep saying that you have a sword in your head, and you even want to split your head to take out the sword. This is typical Severe hallucination!"
Been through so much.
Everyone says they are a “fantasy.”
To be honest, the young man himself was a little shaken and doubtful.
He sat down on the sofa, the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment, his body became flabby, and he smiled bitterly: "Doctor... am I really a hallucination?"
"Can……"
"But I think there is really a sword in my head. My father and my mother don't believe it, and no one else believes it."
The young man's eyes were red: "That's why I wanted to split my head open and prove it to them... But they twisted me and sent me here. My classmates also laughed at me and said I was mentally ill."
"What's wrong with mental illness?"
When Jiang He heard this, he immediately became unhappy: "It's not your fault, it's the world's fault. Mental patients are human beings too, and you shouldn't look at them through colored glasses... Just like me, I never think you are mentally ill." What’s wrong with that?”
He patted the young man on the shoulder.
Jiang He comforted him: "Don't be discouraged. Take good treatment. You are still young and there is still a long way to go in the future."
"woo woo woo woo!"
Perhaps there was nowhere to vent his long-suppressed feelings. The young man was so moved when he heard this that he threw himself into Jiang He's arms and burst into tears.
Snapped!
Jiang He opened his buttocks and said angrily, "What the hell are you doing?"
youth:"………"
Jiang He: "Oh shit...it makes me sick!"
"Your snot and tears are all stained on my clothes..."
Quickly take off your white coat.
Jiang He noticed that there was a new set of psychiatric clothes on the coffee table and quickly got up and put them on.
youth:"???"
Jiang He cursed, smashed the white coat on the young man, and said: "You paste the dirty ones for me, and you wash them... If you can't wash them clean, I'll let you go!"
The young man's head was filled with questions.
He went to the bathroom and washed his white coat before going out and staring at Jiang He: "Aren't you a doctor?"
Jiang He: "Yes."
The young man said angrily: "How dare you, you idiot, to play tricks on me? Do you know that I passed the martial arts practical assessment of the Martial Arts Administration in June this year?"
He clenched his fist and showed it to Jiang He.
Jiang He smiled.
Then he stretched out his five fingers, placed them in front of the young man's eyes, and made a fist fiercely.
boom!
A sonic boom exploded in Ward 404.
Even the airflow in the room changed due to this sudden fist clenching, and a strong wind blew up in the room, causing the young man to narrow his eyes.
Ignoring the sluggish young man, Jiang He put his sword on his back and went up to the roof. He began to practice basic martial arts sword skills, basic martial arts boxing skills and basic martial arts body skills on the roof while staring at the scorching sun.
at the same time.
director's office.
"Don't worry, our hospital has a history of more than 50 years since its establishment. We have experienced doomsday disasters and periods of great turmoil. We have the most professional doctors, the most advanced equipment and the most considerate medical staff."
"The condition of the two old men will definitely be under control."
Dean An beamed and called a director and said, "Take the family members of these two patients to go through the hospitalization procedures... Yes, VIP ward!"
The patient's family members were sent away.
Dean An lit up a cigarette, took a nice puff, and couldn't help blowing out a few smoke rings.
He got up.
I was about to go out for a walk to see how the patients were recovering.
Sudden……
The phone on the desk rang.
Line connected.
Dean An said: "Hello, this is Anning Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center...what? Patient?"
"Hospitalized?"
"VIP ward?"
"Four...four people?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"No, no, I didn't laugh, I just remembered some happy things..."
…………
Inpatient department building, rooftop.
"Ding!"
"Reasonable use of medication, strength +10kg."
I took three "Twenty-Four Flavor Rehmannia Pills" and looked at the time. It was almost 6 o'clock. I started eating immediately and then returned to the ward.
soon.
Little nurse Zhou Yue came pushing the dining cart.
Two portions of rice were placed on the coffee table.
The young man looked at it and said loudly: "Wait a minute... They are all staying in the VIP ward and they spend the same money. Why does he have two chicken legs and I only have one?"
Jiang He snatched the young man's chicken drumstick away and said, "Now you don't have any, and I didn't spend any money!"
youth:"………"
Poof!
Zhou Yue couldn't help but laugh out loud. She glanced at Jiang He secretly, then quickly put her legs on the dining car and went out.
"Ding!"
"Eat properly, strength +10kg."
After dinner.
It was time to take medicine. Jiang He had medicine on him, so he took it out and took it on time.
"Ding!"
"Reasonable use of medication, strength +10kg."
The nurse brought the medicine, but the young man resisted. Jiang He's face sank and he said, "You take it yourself, or I knock you out and feed it to you. Choose one of the two, hurry up!"
youth:"………"
He took medicine.
Jiang He said: "You are so good... By the way, what is your name?"
"Wei Jian."
"Did your parents get this name for you? Why is it so ugly...you secretly changed it yourself? That's okay."
At this moment.
Jiang He's cell phone rang.
It's an unknown phone number.
Connected.
"Is it Mr. Jiang?"
"Hello, I am from the Xixia Base City Martial Arts Administration..."
Jiang He's eyes lit up!
Earth Dragon Blood and Great Holy Fist have arrived!
He hurriedly left the ward and ran downstairs. When passing by 403, he found that the door of this ward was opened, and it seemed that two old men had moved in... The door of the room 405 next door also opened, and it seemed that two old men had moved in. Got several patients.
Is business in mental hospitals so booming?
Jiang He didn't pay attention.
He left the inpatient building and went straight to the hospital gate. From a distance, he saw two men in black trench coats arguing with the fat security guard.
The fat security guard wore his hat sideways and yelled: "Martial Arts Administration?"
"snort!"
"Even if your director comes, you can't enter without registering!"
"Go away!"
Jiang He punched the security guard away and said, "Hello, I am Jiang He. Have my things been delivered?"
The corners of the mouths of the two men in black trench coats couldn't help but twitch.
One of them said: "Hello, Mr. Jiang, we need to verify your identity..."
Verify identity.
A man in black trench coat took out another piece of paper and said, "Mr. Jiang, please sign here."
Jiang He glanced at the content on the paper, which recorded the things signed for, and asked in surprise: "The Dafa for the Disintegration of Heavenly Demons was also sent?"
"Um."
Hei Fengyi said: "When we picked up the goods, we found that Mr. Jiang also placed an order for the Demon Disintegration Technique, so we sent it to you along the way...Mr. Jiang, there is also a confidentiality agreement on the exercise method. Please read it and follow the requirements of the agreement. This Great Holy Fist can only be practiced by yourself and cannot be taught to others."
Sign the agreement.
Only then did two men in black trench coats hand over a large silver box and a thin small box to Jiang He.
"Earth dragon blood!"
"The Great Holy Fist...the method of disintegrating the demon!"
"I hope you can give me a little surprise!"
Jiang He couldn't wait, returned to the ward, locked the door, and told the young man: "Wei Jian, I will practice a skill later, remember... don't let anyone disturb me!"
…………
next door.
Ward 403.
Two middle-aged men in psychiatric uniforms were sitting on the sofa, plotting.
"Old Zhang..."
"We seem to have miscalculated. The four people who live in 405 next door have extraordinary auras. I'm afraid their cultivation levels are not much worse than you and me. One of them I have met once is a member of the Martial Arts Administration Bureau!"
Lao Zhang was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Now we can only take one step at a time... Remember our current status. We are patients. As long as we don't show any clues, even if the Martial Arts Administration Bureau knows our thoughts, they can't catch them. Evidence, so what?”
Lao Huang looked embarrassed and said: "You mean... you are pretending to be crazy and acting stupid? But I can't pretend either!"
Lao Zhang: "The hospital is full of patients, wouldn't it be better to observe more? When we came here today, wasn't there an old patient who kept shouting for injections... You can learn a lesson."
at the same time.
Ward 405.
Four members of the martial arts administration's law enforcement team wearing psychiatric suits were also plotting together.
"Captain Zhou has given instructions... Let us act in secret. Remember, our identity must not be exposed!"
