Chapter 777: Chapter 777: Liu Zheng, thank your ancestors for saving you
Picking up Liu Zheng from the psychiatric hospital?
Liu Jingyuan felt a shock inside. Was Liu Zheng’s condition getting worse? Liu Zheng had gone mad before, but he was at least staying at ho. Now, he had gone straight to a psychiatric hospital.
Hadn’t the old patriarch visited Liu Zheng recently? How could his condition have worsened?
And why did they need him to go to the psychiatric hospital to bring Liu Zheng out?
Liu Jingyuan couldn’t figure it out, and the old patriarch hung up the phone without elaborating.
Without giving it much thought, Liu Jingyuan imdiately stood up, straightened his suit, and walked out briskly without a sideways glance. Seven or eight secretaries imdiately followed him, creating quite a scene.
“Check which psychiatric hospital Liu Zheng is in right now. Also, postpone the eting.”
With the Liu Family’s status as one of the eight great families, it was too easy to look up soone.
And when the old patriarch ordered sothing, it was more important than any cooperation eting. There was no need to think about it – just postpone it.
Down in the lobby of the group’s building, the dedicated driver had already parked the top-end business car at the entrance, simply waiting for Liu Jingyuan to get in.
Heading directly for Green Hill Psychiatric Hospital, Liu Jingyuan felt profoundly emotional as he took bold steps inside.
Green Hill Psychiatric Hospital was a high-class institution in Imperial Capital, with patients mostly from wealthy families. Walking in, Liu Jingyuan saw a nurse persuading a man to co down from a tree.
Liu Jingyuan took a closer look and felt more wistful. He had seen that man before, who had once been prominent in Imperial Capital; however, after his company went bankrupt, the darling of fortune had fallen from the clouds, and then he had gone mad.
Liu Jingyuan couldn’t help but chuckle. If it weren’t for the old patriarch, his fate might not be much better than that man’s…
“I’m not ntally ill, I really have no sickness, I can undergo a brain examination!”
The young man’s near-despairing shouts brought Liu Jingyuan back from his reverie, and he was sowhat taken aback.
He had seen the mad Liu Zheng before. The boy had spoken incoherently, sotis worse than a five- or six-year-old child.
But the words he heard now were clear and articulate, unlike those of a psychiatric patient…
Rembering the old patriarch’s instructions, Liu Jingyuan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could it be…
Liu Zheng, wearing a hospital gown, was struggling and screaming frantically on the bed. The once elegant and talented scholar had beco this pitiful figure, shouting, “I said, I’m not sick! I want to see Liu Yuyou, I want to see Liu Yufei!”
The nurse seed to be used to it and imdiately gestured, “Quick, the patient’s condition is severe, he’s agitated, give him a sedative!”
Several male nurses sward over and pinned Liu Zheng down on the bed so that he couldn’t move.
Looking at the needle, desperation almost overwheld Liu Zheng completely.
If he were sent to the psychiatric hospital, he might as well be a lifelong madman; at least he wouldn’t be in despair, right?
Liu Yuyou, his dear sister, had personally sent him to the psychiatric hospital.
Liu Zheng stared fiercely at the nurse advancing with the needle towards the skin of his arm.
Just at that mont, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit strode in, barking, “Stop!”
Liu Zheng turned his head, his eyes filled with tears, his voice trembling, “Uncle Jingyuan…”
Liu Jingyuan felt uncomfortable looking at him. This child had once been Imperial Capital’s most renowned prodigy, now tornted into this state.
Liu Jingyuan, looking at Liu Zheng’s pale face, let out a heavy sigh, “Liu Zheng, if you want to thank soone, thank the old patriarch for saving you.”
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