Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill! Chapter 223 I’m Really Not Crazy

Following the ambulance, He Bingbing and the rest ca to Qinglongshan ntal Hospital.

High walls and deep courtyards, with three iron gates to pass through before discharge, the security guards of the ntal hospital were all young and strong n, their muscles bulging.

Seeing this scene, He Bingbing couldn’t help but ask, "Director Li, is this really a ntal hospital? It feels like the security is even better than in prison."

Li Guotai replied, "There are different security levels for ntal hospitals. Qinglongshan ntal Hospital has the highest security level in the city, which is why you think the security defenses seem more complete."

"The patients here are all severe cases of ntal illness, so of whom are highly aggressive and have tendencies for self-harm."

As soon as Li Guotai finished speaking, a tomato suddenly smashed heavily against the car window!

The ripe tomato burst completely on the window, scaring everyone with its bright red color.

The patient who threw the tomato laughed loudly, but the next second, he was pinned to the ground by two of the hospital’s security guards and forcefully taken away.

Seeing this scene, the netizens in the live stream were all unsettled.

"Is Brother Wu going to spend the rest of his life in a place like this?"

"This feels even worse than prison. At least in prison, your cellmates are sane. But staying in this ntal hospital, who knows if a fellow patient might just off you one day."

"Don’t talk nonsense, okay? At least in a ntal hospital you won’t get ’jooked’. With Brother Wu’s looks, he’d definitely get ’jooked’ in prison."

Seeing the harsh environnt here, He Bingbing’s heart sank as well.

She couldn’t help but ask, "Director Li, if Wu Bin has soone to take care of him, is it possible for him not to be hospitalized? Like staying at ho or sothing."

He Bingbing really couldn’t bear to see Wu Bin live in such a place, where the quality and safety of life couldn’t be guaranteed.

Li Guotai shook his head and said, "I understand your feelings, but Wu Bin has severe schizophrenia and mania, so he isn’t suited to stay at ho. What if you fail to supervise him and he causes harm to others? Who would bear that responsibility?"

"Alright, we have arrived. Let’s get off the car," he added.

Li Guotai gave He Bingbing a deep look.

"This should be your last live broadcast. Given Wu Bin’s current condition, he has lost the ability to make decisions independently, so the contract with your TV station will also be terminated here," he continued.

"Give him one last escort."

As Li Guotai said this, a wave of sorrow ca over the netizens in the live stream.

They had been with Wu Bin’s live stream for so long and Wu Bin had never let them down, always living life to the fullest.

Had they really reached the mont to say goodbye?

Struggling with her emotions of sadness, He Bingbing entered the ntal hospital with the caraman.

She wanted to film Wu Bin’s living environnt to do her utmost in improving his life as much as possible.

Wu Bin was escorted off the vehicle by two male nurses, babbling non-stop the whole way.

"No, no, big brothers, I’m not sick," he said.

"You’ve got the wrong person. I can cooperate with your tests, or you can give a set of math problems too. I can prove to you, I really am not sick!" Wu Bin pleaded.

When Wu Bin saw He Bingbing as he passed by, he quickly said, "Bingbing, help . I really don’t have a ntal illness, please, speak up for ."

He Bingbing quickly looked at Li Guotai.

"Director Li, Wu Bin seems quite normal. Could there have been a misdiagnosis?" she asked.

Li Guotai shook his head.

"Didn’t I tell you? Wu Bin is severely schizophrenic," he explained.

"So even though his behavior seems normal now, it won’t last."

After saying this, Li Guotai gestured to let the nurses release Wu Bin.

Wu Bin walked straight towards them and started talking to a stone statue in the yard.

"Bingbing, Director Li, I admit I was a bit agitated just now, but you can’t treat like a ntally ill person, can you?" he said.

"Hurry and let go back to school. I still have so many things to take care of there."

He Bingbing: ...

At this mont, He Bingbing also didn’t know how to help Wu Bin.

The fact that he could mistake stone statues for them alone indicated that Wu Bin’s ntal state was a serious concern.

Li Guotai sighed.

"You see? He’s now fully imrsed in his own world. What he sees is completely different from what we see."

"That’s why ntal illness is the hardest to treat."

After showing He Bingbing that they hadn’t misdiagnosed, Li Guotai had two male nurses take Wu Bin to the rest area.

In the rest area, dozens of psychiatric patients, dressed in hospital gowns, looked at the new arrival, Wu Bin.

The two male nurses first took away all sharp and hard objects from Wu Bin, then changed him into a hospital gown before turning to leave.

Seeing that all the other patients were looking at him with curiosity, Wu Bin suddenly fell silent.

It’s done, he had been admitted after all.

But wait, what went wrong?

He had behaved so rationally and logically. How could he still be treated as ntally ill?

As Wu Bin struggled to find the reason, three middle-aged patients approached him.

"New here?"

Wu Bin looked at them warily.

Seeing Wu Bin’s expression, the three of them laughed.

"Don’t be nervous. We were the sa when we first ca, thinking our lives were over."

"But actually, it’s not bad here. Room and board are covered, and you even get free dical check-ups."

"Oh, let introduce myself. My na is Tang Hongguang, and these are my good brothers, Han Yuanliang and Sun Simiao."

The three extended their hands to Wu Bin.

Seeing that these three seed sowhat normal, Wu Bin also reached out and shook hands with them.

But after shaking hands, Sun Simiao said, "This kid is weak in the spleen and stomach; feels like he’s just been through a severe illness, had cancer, right?"

Wu Bin’s eyes widened as he looked at Sun Simiao.

"Fuck, how did you know?"

Tang Yuanliang said with a smile, "Old Sun is a sage of traditional Chinese dicine, so when he shook your hand just now, he also felt your pulse casually. It’s basic for him; don’t be too surprised."

Such talent!

Wu Bin didn’t believe it when he heard that every patient in the psychiatric hospital was talented.

But now, Wu Bin believed it.

Simply by shaking hands, you could tell if soone had cancer; wasn’t this the definition of talent?

Unable to contain his curiosity, Wu Bin asked, "Brother Sun, with your dical skills being so impressive, how did you end up here?"

Sun Simiao replied with a light laugh, "No matter how skilled the dicine, it can’t cure the human heart."

"The human heart is unfathomable, and its nature is hard to change!"

Wu Bin didn’t understand; what was Sun Simiao hinting at?

However, having finally t a great expert in traditional Chinese dicine, perhaps consulting him about his ntal illness could lead to a cure?

So Wu Bin quickly invited the three to sit down and began chatting with them.

Outside the fence, a group of people watched as Wu Bin gestured animatedly to thin air, and all fell into silence.