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"The patient's mental state has serious problems! Transfer! Transfer to a mental hospital!"

At this moment, the nurse opened the door and came in. Seeing this scene, her face turned pale, and she immediately sent a message to the doctor.

Then he quickly broke Zhou Yan's hand.

"Sir, what can't you think about? The world is beautiful. Where's your family?"

The nurse was quite gentle, but she firmly grabbed Zhou Yan's hand to prevent him from strangling himself.

"Cough cough!!"

Zhou Yan coughed violently. Due to excessive blood loss, his strength was not as strong as that of the nurse, so he failed.

"I'm just doing an experiment. I want to wake up and restore the cultivation of the Immortal King. You don't have to worry about it."

Zhou Yan justly refused the nurse's kindness and insisted on suicide.

"Come on, come on! Control him! Apply medicine!"

The nurse screamed, desperately trying to control Zhou Yan.

A few nurses rushed over upon hearing the sound, and hurriedly subdued Zhou Yan. Kaka directly tied Zhou Yan to the bed with a rope, forming a large font.

"What are you doing?! I'm not mentally ill! I'm really not! Let me go!"

Zhou Yan was dumbfounded and struggled.

If this horse is tracked by those guys, he can't even run away!

He can kill himself, he will never let those guys do it!

The ghost knows if there is any problem in it!

If you fail to wake up, it's really over!

"I know you are not, rest for a while, the doctor will come right away."

The nurse showed a charming smile, but her eyes were very vigilant, and she held the infusion tube far away.

With a pop, the nurse injected a sedative on Zhou Yan's buttocks.

Suddenly, a middle-aged gentleman wearing glasses came over and observed Zhou Yan for a moment.

"Mania, schizophrenia, fantasies about self-cultivation, typical hallucinations, suicidal tendencies, need to be transferred to the third hospital (mental hospital) for intensive care."

The doctor pushed his glasses, whispered to the nurse, and made an accurate judgment.

The voice was very low to prevent Zhou Yan from hearing it.

"Damn it! You're mentally ill if you're riding a horse! I'm not! Let me go!"

Zhou Yan's ears were sharp, and his anger rose immediately.

The doctor looked at him for a while, then turned and walked out of the ward, while giving instructions to the nurse.

"Talk to Dr. Chen from the Third Hospital to increase the dose!"

Chapter 208 I Enlightenment in a Mental Hospital

Zhou Yan was sent to a mental hospital.

Here he saw a master who was fishing in the washbasin.

I saw the living Zhang Fei standing motionless in the corridor, sleeping with his eyes open.

I also saw the class with all the students, talking freely, discussing economics, a business tycoon on par with Bill and Gai X, and even a saint who claimed to be the reincarnation of God with a compassionate face.

Crouching dragons and phoenix chicks are everywhere.

The ward was very spacious, and the bed next to Zhou Yan was an old man who was motionless and meditating, as if he was cultivating immortality.

According to a nurse, this is a delusional patient who claims to be the reincarnation of an immortal and strives to cultivate immortality and ascend. His name is Wu Dao.

Have lived there for 40 years.

"It's not a mental illness, and it will become a mental illness if you stay for a while."

Zhou Yan was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

Soon, it was time to eat.

"Zhou Yan, it's time to eat. Be careful not to disturb the daily! New, new? Since childhood. Talk group. Stay. Stay (nine! Eight? Zero? Twenty, five? Eight [five six), don't affect other people."

The nurse was very strong, and stared at Zhou Yan with vigilance.

Obviously, she knew that Zhou Yan's mental illness was a little serious.

"We cultivators should be bigu, and eating will only pollute my body and soul."

The old man meditated and spoke.

"Guru..."

His stomach growled.

"You can only eat grains when you are full. I have divine water there, which can cleanse your soul and body."

The nurse is serious.

"Hmph! You lied to me again! Yours is not Shenshui at all. Last time I listened to you, I had diarrhea!"

Wu Dao Dao snorted coldly, continued to meditate and fasted: "Stomach is an illusion, this is my inner demon, I want to break my inner demon, only in this way can I ascend to the Tao."

After speaking, he meditated on his own and ignored the nurse.

The nurse had a splitting headache, and then several nurses came to lift the old man away and forced him to eat.

Seeing this, Zhou Yan didn't dare to resist.

After eating, he was locked in the room again, and Wu Daoist, who was on the bed next door, muttered: "There are always people who want to harm me!"

Zhou Yan ignored him, frowning in thought.

In this ghost place, being watched by surveillance cameras, it is impossible to commit suicide. There is no place on the walls or the bed that is not soft.

He was also worried that those guys would come over and kill him. There were quite a few of them, and security guards and the like couldn't stop them.

"What should I do? Escape?"

Zhou Yan pulled his hair anxiously, trying to escape from the mental hospital, the chances of this were too low.

Surveillance is everywhere, and every move is watched 24 hours a day.

He frowns, staring at the window in a daze.

"Ok?"

Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, looked at Wu Dao, and found that this guy was really awesome, he hadn't moved for two hours, and his breathing was very rhythmic, as if he was really cultivating immortality.

He suddenly remembered a certain sentence.

Mental illness is no different from normal people, but the three views are different.

If the whole world is mentally ill, if there is a normal person.

Then that normal person is mentally ill in the eyes of everyone.

It's like a modern person traveling through the ancient times, the shocking thoughts will definitely be regarded as mental illness by the ancients!

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he wanted to catch it, but he couldn't find it.

"Immortal Emperor Realm, so far I can't touch the threshold, what kind of realm is that?"

Zhou Yan was deep in thought, staring at Wu Dao Dao without blinking, he was observing.

Excluding the fact that Wu Dao is mentally ill, this is definitely a remarkable character.

Crazy about cultivating immortals, he is unwavering, and has lived in a mental hospital for 40 years. This cultivating heart is more genuine than a dog's head gold.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, how do you understand cultivating immortals?"

Zhou Yan asked suddenly.

After a long time, Wu Dao let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. He looked at Zhou Yan in surprise, "Are you interested in cultivating immortals?"

"very interested."

"Okay, yes, I think you have good qualifications, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

Wu Dao nodded, appreciatively, and stroked his beard.

"..."

"Well, if your theory of cultivating immortals can touch my heart, I can worship you as my teacher."

Zhou Yan's face darkened, and he forced a smile.

"Okay, I will ascend in a few decades, and my orthodoxy should be passed on."

Wu Dao Dao's eyes lit up, he shook his head and said, "Cultivating immortals is to cultivate the law, to cultivate the gods, and the most important thing is to cultivate the mind."

"I have a fairy heart, which has been blocked by dust for a long time."

"Today, the dust is full of light, and it shines through the mountains and rivers."

When Wu Dao talked about cultivating immortals, the more he talked, the more excited he became: "When a person is born, his heart is like a pearl. Peek into the other side of the road."

……

Zhou Yan was in a daze when he heard it, and his mind was shocked. He seemed to have pushed through a cloud of mist and peeped into his own way.

The Immortal Emperor Realm, which has never been seen, seems to have found a trace.

"So that's the case. No wonder the great immortal emperors in history have never introduced the methods of the immortal emperors. Everyone has their own way and method. If you spread the word at will, you will definitely mislead people."

Zhou Yan suddenly realized, staring at Wu Dao Dao's mouth without blinking, not letting go of a single word.

Apart from other things, Wu Dao Dao's insights really helped Zhou Yan a lot.

He used to cultivate his body, mind, and soul, but he never cultivated his mind or the way of mind.

And when Zhou Yan realized the way of the Immortal Emperor in the mental hospital.

Outside the mental hospital, a dozen men and women stared at the heavily guarded hospital.

"Are you sure he's in a mental hospital?"

Zhang Dapao was in disbelief, and questioned the cigar man.

The cigar man is the golden giant, a trace of the idea of ​​Gu Meng, the peerless murderer, and Zhang Dapao is naturally Gu Youhuang.

And the thief who almost stabbed Zhou Yan to death was also among them. He is innocent and can be called the god of assassination!

The woman who was beaten up by Zhou Yan was also there, and they were all once immortal kings.

"It's here, I don't know what's going on."

Gu Meng, who was smoking a cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke ring, making a loud sound.

After entering the body of the cigar man, the memory is naturally mastered. They know exactly where this mental hospital belongs.

Because of understanding, it is unbelievable.

A desolate ancient immortal emperor body, who was expected to chase the once desolate ancient peerless arrogance, was imprisoned in a mental hospital.

No matter how you look at it, how evil it is.

"He must have hid there on purpose! Apart from the prison, this is the most difficult place to break into!"

Gu Youhuang, who turned into Zhang Dapao, turned black and gritted his teeth.

They discussed for a while, and Gu Youhuang walked towards the guard.

"Who are you looking for?!"

The uncle of the doorman raised his voice loudly, and several patrolling security guards inside quickly looked over.

"Ah, hello, sir. I'm Zhou Yan's elder brother. The hospital called and said he was imprisoned in the Third Hospital, so I'll take a look."

Zhang Dapao said with a smile.

"Hi, I'm Zhou Yan's father, Zhou Meng, I'm here to see my son, hey, what a filial son, why did he get mentally ill?"

Gu Meng looked older, walked up to him and smiled, then sighed.

Gu Youhuang, who was pretending to be Zhang Dapao, squinted at him, his eyes were not good.