Chapter 650: Adventures in the Mental Hospital

The doctor was unimpressed: "That's right, you meet the criteria for admission. Every patient who just arrives here says they aren't sick."

Jian Yining:...

A nurse bandaged the wound on his head, then handed him a set of hospital pajamas to change into.

Jian Yining originally didn't want to change; he still wanted to explain that he wasn't sick and had been framed and sent in by bad people.

But after seeing the rope and electric batons in their hands, he gave up on that idea!

Forget it, explaining was useless.

Just as the doctor said earlier, every patient who comes here says they aren't sick, but what the "patient" says doesn't count; only what the doctor says counts.

The Jian Family owns hospitals, and although they are different from a mental hospital, Jian Yining still knew a bit about the general procedures.

Admission requires going through tests.

As long as he stayed calm, composed, and acted like a normal person in every way, he would be fine.

The idea was nice, but the reality was not.

Soon he discovered there was no admission test at all; Jian Yining was locked straight inside!

This time, he wasn't in a room by himself.

Instead, he was locked in the same Hospital Ward with three other patients.

"Clang!"

The moment the large iron door closed, Jian Yining completely broke down.

This isn't right, the procedure is wrong.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He pounded on the iron door with all his might, shouting: "Let me out, let me out, you bastards, quacks, locking me in without an examination, this doesn't follow procedure..."

The people who brought him in didn't answer; there was only the sound of footsteps walking away.

However, the entire ward area erupted.

"Let me out!"

"You bastards."

"I'm not sick!"

"You aren't following procedure."

"Black-hearted hospital, I'm going to report you."

"I am a wolf, I shouldn't be locked up with these stupid humans."

Jian Yining:...

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"Are you all trying to rebel? Do you want to taste the electric baton?"

Someone outside was hitting the iron door with an electric baton, intimidating the group.

Believe it or not, it actually worked.

The erupting shouts immediately vanished, and the ward area returned to silence.

"Click."

The small door on the iron gate was opened from the outside, and Jian Yining faced a fierce-looking face.

That face warned him viciously: "New guy, I warn you, you'd better behave yourself. One more time and I'll lock you in the dark room."

Jian Yining said urgently: "I am not a mental patient, I am the Eldest Young Master of the Jian Family, my name is Jian Yining. I was framed and brought here. If you send a message to the Jian Family, my family will give you a large, generous reward."

The person opposite sneered: "Not interested. I'm the richest person in the world; I don't need your money."

Jian Yining:...

"Click."

The small iron door was closed, and as the person outside left, they dropped a sentence: "For causing trouble, no food for you today."

Dinner began.

Sure enough, there was no food for him, as a form of punishment.

Jian Yining wouldn't even take such a punishment to heart; never mind not having his food, even if there were, he couldn't eat it anyway.

He had finally discovered a clue and thought he could save his wife, but at the critical moment, he was actually knocked unconscious and sent here.

He remembered the face of the person who knocked him out.

It looked similar to his wife, just older.

He remembered when everyone was gathering, they had once talked about the "Women's Rescue Association."

There was a portrait in the room of the "Women's Rescue Association," and the woman in the portrait looked especially like Wan'er.

That "Women's Rescue Association" seemed to have suddenly popped up from underground overnight; that woman was already strange, and her sudden appearance to knock him out and send him to a mental hospital must be because of Wan'er!

Jian Yining was certain that his wife had been abducted by that person.

But why did that woman, who was treated like a god in the "Women's Rescue Association," have to play these supernatural tricks?

Could she be the mother of Wan'er and Xuanxuan?

Even if she wasn't the mother, she was a relative, but since there was a connection, wouldn't it be better to just acknowledge each other?

Why use a method like this?

A hundred question marks were swirling in Jian Yining's mind.

These questions couldn't be figured out just by thinking; he had to get out and solve them one by one.

He had originally been so close to the answer, but he hadn't expected to be ambushed suddenly, falling short of success!

Frustrating.

Jian Yining regretted that his entire attention had been focused on that small mound of dirt at the time, and he had not noticed someone behind him.

He was lost in deep thought when a fellow patient brought food to him: "Here, eat this."

He pulled his thoughts back and said politely to the fellow patient: "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

The fellow patient in front of him had clear eyes and a kind demeanor, and did not look like someone with a mental illness.

He tentatively asked: "What illness were you locked up here for?"

The fellow patient shook his head: "I am not ill."

"You were also wrongly accused?"

A thought suddenly flashed through Jian Yining's mind; since he could not leave openly and aboveboard, then he would just escape.

But the supervision here was very strict, and with so many iron doors, it would be very difficult to escape with the strength of just one person.

It would be better to unite with fellow patients to run away, but the prerequisite was that they had to be normal people like him who were wrongly accused and brought in!

Now, there was a fellow patient who claimed he was "not ill," which made Jian Yining see hope.

"Yeah, yeah."

The fellow patient nodded repeatedly, then pointed at the other two people: "It's not just me here; those two are also wrongly accused, and none of us are ill."

The other two people also ran over, and the three of them squatted in a circle around Jian Yining.

"I am not ill."

"I am not ill either."

Jian Yining was shocked: "You were all wrongly accused?"

At the same time, he was also very indignant.

It was too outrageous; how could such a thing happen in broad daylight and under a clear sky?

To build such a large mental hospital and actually wrongly accuse good people to hospitalize them—once he got out, he would definitely make this matter Dabai to the world... but those were things for later; the urgent matter now was to escape!

Misery loves company.

Being fellow patients who were wrongly accused made it easier to increase their mutual goodwill.

"What were you sent in for?" he asked the fellow patient who had brought him food.

This person was filled with righteous indignation: "Because those stupid humans insisted on saying I am also a human and not a cat, but I am clearly a Jiafeimao. Just because I can speak your human language, they sent me here? It's too outrageous."

"If they wanted to lock me up, they shouldn't have locked me up with humans; they should have locked me up with cats. Wouldn't a cattery be better?"

"I am in pain every day, missing my family and little friends..."

Jian Yining:...

Another patient also chimed in: "Right, I also shouldn't be with humans. I am a cassette tape, and I should be singing in a noble tape recorder. Ah ah ah ah ah ah... O Sole Mio!" This was an elderly patient.

Jian Yining had seen tape recorders and cassette tapes at home when he was a child, but later, because electronic products were updated too quickly, they disappeared.

But what the "cassette tape" and "tape recorder" were, Jian Yining had seen and remembered.

This person actually started singing as he spoke; in fact, he sang quite well and was very talented.

But after singing a few lines, he suddenly fell to the ground and didn't move!

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Jian Yining went over to check, afraid that something had happened to him.

"Jiafeimao" squatted over, obediently by his side, as if he had also been startled.

The third fellow patient said coldly: "He finished this side of the singing; it's time to flip it over." As he spoke, he stepped forward and flipped the "cassette tape" over.

Sure enough, the "cassette tape" started singing again: "How glorious the brilliant sunshine is, how clear the sky is after the storm passes..."

Jian Yining really wanted to bang his head against a wall.

He felt that the sunshine was not glorious at all, the sky was not clear, and his mood was terrible. What kind of hellish place was this?