Chapter 2849: 2755.2645 Almost Died in the Line of Duty (Alliance Leader Tang Clarity Bonus Chapter 3)

2755.2645 Almost Died in the Line of Duty (Alliance Leader Tang Clarity Bonus Chapter 3)

Director Wang hurried to the Emergency Resuscitation Room and stood at the doorway, glancing inside.

A middle-aged man was struggling, shouting, 'This is a dream, I know! You can't fool me!'

After glancing at Director Jiang, Director Wang stepped aside to let him in.

After Director Jiang said that, Director Wang clearly expressed his various dissatisfactions through body language.

One should have little contact with such people, lest they get struck by lightning and drag you down.

Whether bad or stupid, Director Wang couldn't be bothered to think about it; just avoid contact. Watching the hysterical patient shouting on the hospital bed, he could sense the helplessness and panic in his tone.

'What's going on, Officer?' Director Wang asked boredly from the doorway, gossiping.

The officer glanced at him, saw he was wearing a white coat and older, likely a doctor from People's Hospital, and sighed, saying, 'This isn't a response to a police call saying someone was pulling a scam on the road.'

'A scam?'

'Yeah, first he hit a bicycle, then he hit a pedestrian, like a madman.' The officer said, 'Later one of our colleagues went to apprehend him and take him back to the station, but he charged straight onto the road. If it weren't for that colleague's quick reflexes, grabbing him and rolling away at the crucial moment, both of them might have died.'

'Uh...'

Director Wang could picture that scene, like some melodramatic TV drama. And this is still considered a scam? The car's bumper must have been bent out of shape.

It seems nothing is easy these days; that officer almost died in the line of duty. As for this person in the Emergency Resuscitation Room, either he truly wants to die, or he is a patient with a mental disorder.

And the likelihood of a mental disorder is quite high.

If one wanted to die, there are countless ways; anyone with a sound mind wouldn't provoke the police. Using simple logic, Director Wang formed his own conclusion.

'He's so young—how could he want to die? Look at him…'

'He doesn't seem to want to die; he's just ill.' The police officer said, 'Later that colleague called for backup, and since we were nearby we rushed over. From what I heard him say, it sounded like he believed he had been dreaming all along.'

'Dreaming?!' Director Wang asked, puzzled.

'Yeah, it's like the nightmares we have when we sleep—you just can't wake up no matter what.' The officer continued, 'Probably a mental illness; we're sending him to the hospital, so you should quickly contact the psychiatric hospital.'

'The one who just went in is the director of the Psychiatry Department at the psychiatric hospital.' Director Wang said.

'Huh? This isn't People's Hospital, is it?'

'We happen to have an academic event.'

The officer didn't ask further; as the saying goes, different trades are like different mountains—he just needed to bring the person to the hospital. Whether the person was treated at People's Hospital or the psychiatric hospital made no difference to him. Besides, People's Hospital also has a psychiatric… neurology department, right?

He wasn't entirely clear on what the difference between those two departments was.

'Officer, what about the patient's family?' Director Wang asked.

'We looked up his workplace colleagues from his ID.' The officer said, 'He's not a local; he's a migrant worker.'

What a hassle, Director Wang thought. He'd still need to contact the family out of town, and by the time they arrived it would probably be days later. Still, such a troublesome patient would definitely be sent to the psychiatric hospital, which has nothing to do with People's Hospital.

This is a classic psychiatric symptom—having a nightmare and then sleepwalking onto the road; if it weren't a mental disorder, it would be uncanny.

Director Jiang had no good intentions; Director Zheng Lao Ban and Professor Su came to give a lesson on differentiating ordinary illnesses from mental disorders, but he insisted on having Director Zheng Lao Ban present this case face‑to‑face, just to embarrass him.

Damn it! This guy's character is truly awful; Director Wang muttered curses under his breath.

'Doctor, Brother Qiao… where is Ning Qiao?' Several people rushed over in a hurry.

'Are you Ning Qiao's coworkers?' the officer asked sternly.

Upon seeing the officer, their spirits drooped a bit, and the eldest man among them said, 'Officer, I'm the person in charge at Ning Qiao's company—what happened to him? Did he kill someone or set a fire?'

'How are you speaking like that.' The officer gave him a sideways glance, 'Didn't you notice he had a mental illness when you hired him?'

'No, he's worked at our company for over three years; usually he's mild‑mannered and quite capable.' The old man said softly, but seeing the officer's stern face, he immediately bowed and apologized, 'Maybe we got it wrong—I'll first take a look at him.'

'Hold on, let's take a statement.' The officer said, 'You almost got an officer killed in the line of duty, and you say he's mild‑mannered?'

Hearing that, the faces of several people turned extremely grim.

Ning Qiao is usually mild‑mannered—under normal circumstances he wouldn't argue, let alone resort to violence—so how did he end up fighting the police? Even setting that aside, he almost got the officer killed in the line of duty.

Now things have gotten serious.

That old man's gaze wandered, looking left and right as he tried to find an excuse to leave first.

But faced with an experienced officer, his little tricks were useless, and he was quickly called aside to leave his contact information.

Director Wang was bored, he sighed—what bad luck. If it weren't for this incident, after the lecture he could have invited Director Zheng Lao Ban and Professor Su to dinner for a nice chat.

But having this commotion doesn't really matter; Director Jiang certainly won't stay. Honestly, the more I look at him, the more annoying he is—stupid and wicked—and it's hardly easy for him to have survived this long.

Can a psychiatrist from Nanshan City like Director Zheng Lao Ban really offend you? Nobody wants to deal with you. Director Wang muttered to himself, seeing the commotion inside.

Such patients are the worst—limbs flailing wildly, requiring four or five strong men to hold them down.

Otherwise, who knows what might happen.

Director Wang suddenly recalled an incident where a swimming coach had a seizure and drowned.

Everyone thought the swimming coach was just showing off his breath‑holding ability, watching him continuously bubble in the water and clapping. Who knew he had actually drowned? By the time help arrived… it wasn't too late, but the seizure state hadn't subsided, and his limbs were jerking violently.

The swimming coach was incredibly strong—especially unconscious. During that rescue, the nurse needed seven or eight people to hold him down just to insert a needle.

His gluteus maximus was clenched tight; supposedly the syringe needles bent several times, and only after injecting into the vein did he calm down a bit.

Do psychiatric hospitals constantly deal with patients like this? Director Wang's mind drifted to some gossip about psychiatric hospital staff, and he zoned out.