Universe Infinite Canteen

Before being admitted to the hospital, everything they had on them, including their clothes, was taken away and stored in storage cabinets.

However, Malu handed over important items such as mobile phones and collection bags to Lao Wang for safekeeping in advance, and the latter temporarily put them into his body, hiding them from the nurse's inspection.

After changing into hospital gowns, the two of them were taken to their ward with toothbrushes, towels and drinking glasses.

At Malu's strong request, both he and Lao Wang were sent to the closed area, where great writers were also present.

An expressionless male nurse led them to their beds. It was quiet all the way because all the patients here had gone to eat.

The male nurse asked Ma Lu and Lao Wang if they wanted to eat too. After being refused, he took out a medicine bottle and poured two small pills out of it.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Malu asked.

"Medicine that will keep you away from anxiety and pain." The male nurse replied.

"Uh, thanks, but I'm in a good mood now." Ma Lu said.

"Take medicine." The male nurse repeated.

"No, you keep them, man, you need them more than I look like."

"Take medicine." The male nurse repeated again and emphasized her tone.

"You'd better not let him repeat it more than three times." A voice said at this time.

It was a woman with messy hair and wearing a hospital gown. She looked to be in her early forties. She was missing a front tooth, which made her speech somewhat leaky.

"What will happen if you ask him to repeat it three times?" Ma Lu asked humbly.

"You will be beaten, and you will be locked in a small dark room by yourself. For a whole week, no one will talk. People who have gone in once will never want to go there again."

"She's lying." The male nurse said calmly, "Sunshine Mental Hospital never beats or abuses patients."

Hearing this, Ma Lu looked at the woman with missing front teeth, then at the male caregiver, and finally picked up a pill and threw it into his mouth.

"Good boy." The male caregiver praised, but his tone was still cold.

And after Malu finished drinking the water, he asked Malu to open his mouth and checked his mouth to make sure that he did not hide the medicine under his tongue.

After Lao Wang also took the medicine, the male nurse pushed the cart and left.

"Thank you just now." Malu said to the woman who was missing a front tooth.

"Stay vigilant, young man, dangers are everywhere here," the woman with a missing front tooth said in a low voice, "Every once in a while, they will select sacrifices to sacrifice to the evil spirits hiding in the hospital, my son. That’s all.”

"Oh, so what the nurse just said was true, and you are indeed full of lies?"

Malu shook his head, "I'm so stupid, I actually believed in the patients in the mental hospital. Anyway, it's nice to meet you. What should I call you?"

"I am Teresa Teng, the 29th generation descendant of Maoshan. Where are you young man?" said the woman who called herself Teresa Teng.

"Oh, I am Takeshi Kaneshiro, the fourth-generation exorcist of the Holy See."

Teresa Teng's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this, and she said excitedly, "I understand why I have been unable to defeat that evil spirit. It turns out that he is a foreign devil and is under your control!!!"

"Well," Ma Lu followed her words, "I sneaked into Sunshine Mental Hospital with my colleagues this time just to deal with the evil spirit. I think we can cooperate."

However, upon hearing this, Teresa Teng's eyes showed a trace of doubt.

Just when Ma Lu thought she had discovered some flaw, Teresa Teng said again, "You are only the fourth generation... okay?"

"Ah, our business in this area is indeed relatively late, but please believe in our professional quality."

After Ma Lu finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the next moment, a chef's knife appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Teresa Teng's eyes widened, as if she was also completely calmed by Malu's hand.

Just when Malu was about to ask her about the great writer, Teresa Teng suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, screaming and shouting at the same time.

"Doctor, doctor! There's someone here with a knife!!!"

Soon the male nurse who had just left rushed in, and two other male nurses rushed in with him, both of them were strong men with big shoulders and round waists.

"Who! Who has the knife!" The male nurse looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"That's him!" Teresa Teng pointed at Ma Lu.

However, the male nurse followed Teresa Teng's gaze and saw Ma Lu standing there with empty hands, looking very innocent.

"Where is his knife?"

"He was hiding under the bed! I saw it with my own eyes. As soon as I shouted, he hid himself." Teresa Teng vowed.

The male nurse was doubtful, but still asked Ma Lu and Lao Wang to stand farther away from the bed.

Afterwards, he searched their beds from top to bottom, but found nothing.

Then he and two other nurses searched Ma Lu and Lao Wang, but still found nothing.

The male nurse glared at the woman, "Go back to your ward, and you are not allowed to come back again."

Teresa Teng was a little frightened by his glare. She shrank back and muttered, "It's obviously there. My son must have been stolen by him."

However, she did not dare to resist the male nurse and returned to her ward obediently.

And Malu asked curiously, "Does she really have a son?"

The male nurse didn't answer, just glared at Malu, "Mind your own business."

After saying that, he also left.

At this time, the patients who had finished their meals began to return to the ward one after another, and soon the corridor became lively.

Some were singing, reciting poems loudly, some were swearing, some were speaking in Russian, some were crying, some were laughing.

Malu patted Lao Wang on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go out and look for great writers."

Lao Wang nodded.

Malu stood at the door of the ward for a while, saw a mushroom-headed man who looked easy to talk to, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To watch the news broadcast." The mushroom-headed man said with a smile.

"Do you know any great writers?" Malu asked again.

"Yes, there are Leo Tolstoy, Alexandre Dumas, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Changling, Oboi, Pavel Korchagin..." The mushroom-headed man recited loudly.

"Okay, okay, I'm not asking about the great writers in history, and the last two you mentioned are not either. I'm asking about the great writers in our hospital." Malu said, "Does he watch the news broadcast?"

"Oh. You mean the great writers? He doesn't watch it. He doesn't have time. He has to write. He has to write 4,000 words a day, otherwise he can't sleep."

"Ah, so he's still a web writer." Malu was surprised, "He's still writing even though he's in the hospital. He's too dedicated. But you know what, the environment of the mental hospital is quite suitable for writing."

Mushroom-headed man shook his head, "He can't do it. He's not as good as Ao Shaobao. Ao Shaobao can write 8,000 words a day."