Chapter 729: Plenty of Fun in the Sanatorium 14

Jiang Qiu kneaded two lumps of mud for half a day, then suddenly tiptoed over to Chu Ling and gave him one lump.

Here, take this silver! Don't cry.

Okay… thank you.

Chu Ling didn't mind his dirty hand at all, took the mud and held it in his hand, saying, "I won't cry again."

That's right then.

Jiang Qiu nodded satisfied, cupping the remaining mud and gently sniffing its earthy fragrance at the tip of his nose.

The taste of money is truly wonderful.

He rubbed a noseful of mud.

Chu Ling chuckled, using his other hand to wipe it off for him.

The next second.

Hey! This isn't edible! Ancestors!

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After a day of revelry, the bustling sanatorium gradually grew quiet as night fell.

The five mental‑patient friends all returned to their rooms to rest.

Just as usual, they were each forced by their Nurse Teams to take the daily medicine.

But tonight, it seems one of the big friends is unwilling to cooperate.

I won't take it! I won't take it! I—I won't take it!

Jin Chen buried his head under the pillow, refusing with all his might.

Your Highness… please, have mercy on us sisters.

This is a special snack from the imperial kitchen.

Yes, Your Highness, we sisters work hard just to get a moment of peace at night—please take your medicine.

The Nurse Team grew hoarse from persuading.

But for some reason tonight, the Prince has made up his mind not to eat this snack.

In that case, don't blame them for acting this way.

Your Highness, if you still refuse, we can go ask the Emperor to come and force you to take it.

What, you think they'll go ask the Princess?

Hmph, you're dreaming.

How could skipping the medicine possibly let that brat off easy!

Jin Chen stared at them in disbelief, lifting his head.

You must be spies planted by the Emperor in my manor—even this trifle has to be reported to that bastard!

Watch your words and deeds, Your Highness—if the Emperor learns of your offense, he'll surely charge you with grave disrespect!

The nurses, using the ancient knowledge they'd crammed today, threatened, "If that happens, not only you but even the Princess will be implicated."

Yes! Your Highness, hurry up and eat the snack!

【Hehahahahahahahahaha heh heh heh!】

【Your Highness~ you'll submit, Prince… mmph!】

How did you lock it in the solitary cell again! 0731 frantic howl.

Jin Chen, irritated, turned his head and stretched out a hand from under the covers.

Give it to me, Your Highness!

The medicine bottles were opened and closed, scattering a half‑palm's worth of medicine.

Jin Chen's wrist trembled.

You must be trying to poison me, Your Highness!

Who can blame you—your condition looks worse again.

The Nurse Team offered an apologetic smile, silent.

He shoved all the medicine into his mouth, gulped down two cups of water with glug‑glug sounds, and waved his hand at them.

Get out, get out, get out—all of you scram, I need to rest!

If you don't get out, you'll stay to keep watch through the night!

Perfect—those words packed a punch, and the nurses each ran faster than the last.

The room finally fell silent; it was exactly 9 p. m.

Jin Chen sat in meditation for a while, using Spiritual Power to dispel the medicine's effects, then slowly wrapped the two E‑crystals inside his body.

Don't let the wife slip away while you kick the bucket first.

By the way… what are the consequences of doubling the E‑crystal? Even the original owner never tested it.

He looked left and right in the room, finally snapping open the plastic fruit tray and positioning its sharp edge against his wrist to cut it.

In an instant blood appeared, but as soon as the cut was made, the other side had already begun to heal.

Fresh blood dripped, only a few drops falling.

It didn't hurt either; it felt like a built‑in anesthetic.

Jin Chen waited a few seconds; the wound had already returned to normal, with no trace of injury.

Is this a good thing for humanity?

Seems so.

When injured, one can recover instantly, without pain.

But if implemented widely, if there aren't enough crystals, it will lead to excess turning into its opposite.

This thing can't tolerate hungry sales.

Moreover, it's still just a semi-finished product.

Jin Chen cleaned up the bloodstains, sat on the bed and pondered.

Now is not the best time to come clean with Shen Yan; as long as he knows I'm not a traitor, even if other forces are still in the sanatorium later, there won't be any misunderstanding.

But he can't figure out Shen Yan's superior.

Before figuring it out, he still has to act crazy and play dumb.

"Hey ya."

Jin Chen was exhausted, he placed his hands behind his head and leaned toward the head of the bed, his elbows propped against the corner of the wall, staring at the ceiling, blinking.

Huh? Not right.

He smashed his right arm again.

How is this sound so hollow?

Jin Chen immediately sat up cross-legged, carefully tapping the wall corner; only a small spot was hollow.

He placed his palm over it, carefully feeling for a seam.

He actually found it.

There's actually a hidden compartment inside.

Could it be something he put there before? Why isn't there any memory of this?

Jin Chen muttered to himself, pulling open the hidden compartment drawer.

Inside was only a steel pen without a cap, and a tattered notebook.

It looks like a diary.

He hadn't even had a chance to open it when he heard footsteps outside the room.

He hurriedly turned off the light and burrowed under the covers.

Click.

The doorknob turned.

Sure enough, it was heading straight for his room.

That person approached lightly, stood by the bedside for a while, testing whether Jin Chen was asleep, and only after a few seconds did they relax.

They carefully placed something under the bed slats, then searched the room for a while.

But they found nothing.

He could only give up, glanced at the person on the bed, and silently left the room.

At the moment the door closed, Jin Chen opened his eyes, puzzled.

Even if Chu Ling came to the sanatorium with a purpose, that target would likely be Jiang Qiu or the protagonist.

Why put a listening device in his room?

Not knowing when this guy would start eavesdropping, Jin Chen peeked under the bed and silently blocked it.

Want to eavesdrop on him? Not in this lifetime.

After what just happened, Jin Chen didn't dare turn on the main light again, instead opening the notebook by moonlight.

He glanced at the cover a few times; the handwriting on the outside differed from that on the inside, the inside being what he himself had written before.

This notebook was probably picked up.

He started flipping from the very beginning.

May 1.

I recently discovered that I occasionally have moments of clarity…… This is really good news; to avoid forgetting later, I ought to record it.

May 3.

I only recently found out that Qiao Qing never kept his promise; we were all played by him.

Played us? What promise?

Jin Chen looked utterly puzzled.

This memory doesn't have this part; how come the writing isn't complete! Guard against myself!

Just as he was about to flip forward, he heard sounds in the hallway.

He wore a speechless, cold expression, once again burrowing under the covers to feign sleep.

This time the person who came in was holding a device flashing red light in their hand.

It was none other than Qiao Qing, who had almost clashed with Jin Chen earlier that day.

He wasn't at all worried that someone who had taken the custom-made sleeping pill would wake up again; the device glowed red, scanning Jin Chen from head to toe through the covers.

There was no fluctuation at all.

Jin Chen faintly heard an almost imperceptible sigh.