It seems that this room is shrouded in a dark force, sensing their gaze.
Mu Rufeng listened carefully for a mont but found no sounds inside, as if there were no patients in there at all.
Mu Rufeng imdiately opened the dical record in his hand.
[Na]: He Chongshan
[Level]: 9
[Symptoms]: Suffers from persecution delusion, believes everyone he sees is out to kill him, thus he never appears in front of others.
Once soone sees or discovers his presence, he will do everything possible to kill them.
[Gentle Treatnt]: Prescribe one L-11A type psychiatric dication, taken once daily.
[Physical Therapy]: None
[Discharge Requirent]: Cure his persecution delusion so he can safely appear in front of others, then pass psychiatric tests to be discharged.
"Persecution delusion, another troubleso guy." Mu Rufeng shook his head.
A Level 9 Ghost Emperor suffering from such a condition is indeed quite unbelievable.
"Have you ever seen his figure?" Mu Rufeng asked.
"No, I haven’t even heard his voice." Li Xuejing nodded and said.
"Bring out an L-11A psychiatric dication." Mu Rufeng said.
Upon hearing this, Li Xuejing complied, took out a pill, and tossed it into the darkness.
Mu Rufeng could actually dispel the darkness in the room and use his ability to find the patient.
But there’s no need at all, because finding him would probably lead to a battle.
Oh, but not really a battle, since Mu Rufeng could easily subdue him.
There’s really no need to fight with the patient.
So, Mu Rufeng directly left the room with Li Xuejing and locked the door.
"Nurse Li, do you know how many patients are in these fifty rooms?" Mu Rufeng asked.
If there are too many, it would be too cumberso for him to see them one by one.
"Hmm~~! There are a total of twenty-six patients." Li Xuejing replied.
"Are there any Emperor Sovereigns?" Mu Rufeng asked again.
"Emperor Sovereigns... yes, we have two on this floor, in room ten and room fifty." Li Xuejing did not hide the information.
Because there was no need to hide it, it would be known once the ward was checked.
Afterward, Mu Rufeng continued his rounds.
Oddly enough, rooms seven, eight, and nine were all empty.
Finally, Mu Rufeng stood in front of room ten.
This room contained an Emperor Sovereign.
Mu Rufeng asked Li Xueqing about the state of this Emperor Sovereign, yet Li Xueqing didn’t answer, only repeatedly advising Mu Rufeng to be cautious and polite.
Because only upon entering the room and opening the dical record would the patient’s information be displayed, so Mu Rufeng couldn’t quite understand why Li Xueqing remained silent.
Ultimately, at Li Xueqing’s repeated urging, Mu Rufeng pushed open the door.
The layout was nearly the sa, but the furnishings inside were all there, albeit appearing sowhat outdated.
An old man wearing a vest, sitting with his legs crossed, a pair of slippers on his feet, clutched a newspaper in one hand, with reading glasses on his face, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
The scene was just like a retired old man.
The old man looked up, glanced at Mu Rufeng, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Didn’t expect the hospital to hire humans as doctors now."
"Mr. Tang, nice to et you, do you mind if I look at your dical record?" Mu Rufeng politely inquired.
This wasn’t just any Ghost Emperor, but an actual Emperor Sovereign.
If it were an ordinary Ghost Emperor, Mu Rufeng would skip the pleasantries and directly open the dical record.
But this was an Emperor Sovereign, and things like the cause of illness were their privacy; a glance still required asking permission, otherwise, it would be too impolite.
And being impolite and offending an Emperor Sovereign would be extrely unwise.
"You’re the doctor, of course, you can see it, why ask this old man?" Old Man Tang said, lowering his head and continuing to read his newspaper.
Mu Rufeng didn’t say much and opened the dical record in his hand.
[Na]: Tang Zonghu
[Level]: 10
[Symptoms]: None
[Gentle Treatnt]: None
[Physical Therapy]: None
[Discharge Requirent]: Can only be discharged once the director repays the debt of one trillion soul banknotes.
"..." After reading the information on the dical record, Mu Rufeng was sowhat astonished.
He imdiately looked at Li Xuejing, who gave Mu Rufeng an awkward smile.
Clearly, Li Xuejing knew as well, but she didn’t say anything, or perhaps she didn’t dare to speak at the door.
Probably because this Emperor Sovereign elder could hear?
And judging by this Emperor Sovereign’s deanor, he likely could co and go freely from the Psychiatric Hospital.
After all, he wasn’t there for any illness, just to collect a debt, one trillion!
Seems like Director Li Ru couldn’t afford to pay him back, so Tang Zonghu couldn’t do anything to Li Ru, and could only hang around here.
"Done reading? If so, please leave. Oh, and Xiao Li, rember to bring so cigarettes later, I’m almost out." Tang Zonghu spoke without lifting his head.
"Yes, Mr. Tang." Li Xuejing replied respectfully.
Then Li Xuejing walked out of the room, but she noticed that Mu Rufeng stood motionless.
"Dr. Mu, it’s ti to go." Li Xuejing gently called out.
Mu Rufeng ignored Li Xuejing and instead addressed Tang Zonghu: "Mr. Tang, I see the dical record states that you have no symptoms at all."
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