I'm a body cultivator, so it's normal for me to destroy a star with one punch, right?

Chapter 57 Is the mental hospital really that popular?

"The devil disintegrates Dafa?"

Jiang He frowned and said, "Why does this name sound so sinister? Could it be related to the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

"This is a secret technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

The young man shrugged and said, "Our Great Xia has been fighting the Heavenly Demon Sect for so many years, it seems reasonable for us to acquire a few of the Heavenly Demon Sect's techniques, right?"

amount……

That does seem quite reasonable.

Fighting.

How can there be no spoils of war?
Jiang He pondered, "But this is a secret technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Can we cultivate it? If we do, will we be treated as members of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

The young man said, “Don’t worry, the Martial Arts Administration sells this secret technique, and the price isn’t high. Many people practice it… However, the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique is a secret technique that stimulates the body’s potential and greatly increases one’s power in a short period of time. Although it is powerful, the side effects are too great.”

"After using it, users will suffer a backlash. In mild cases, their physical functions will be severely impaired, and in severe cases, their foundation will be damaged or they may even die."

Jiang He certainly couldn't easily believe someone who was mentally ill.

He still posted the edited message.

In a short while, there were four replies.

Both of them recommended the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique," but they also warned, "The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique is a technique that kills a thousand enemies but also harms eight hundred of your own. There are indeed many people in the martial arts world who practice it, but apart from those lunatics of the Heavenly Demon Sect, no one dares to use it lightly."

"Once used, it will damage the foundation, which is equivalent to cutting off one's own path in martial arts."

Damage to the foundation?

Cut off his own path to martial arts?

This put Jiang He in a dilemma, but he quickly realized what was going on...

"My meridians and dantian were destroyed by the evil poison of the Heavenly Demon Sect long ago. Now I'm just a pure body-refining martial artist. What kind of foundation do I have?"

A thought flashed through my mind.

Jiang He immediately logged onto the official website of the Martial Arts Administration Bureau and found the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique".

Take a look at the price.

Jiang He asked in surprise, "10 yuan? That's so cheap?"

The young man leaned over behind him and explained, "Of course... the martial arts techniques seized from the Heavenly Demon Sect are sold publicly by the Martial Arts Administration at very low prices, almost like they're being given away for free."

Jiang He asked, "Why is the Great Sage Fist so expensive?"

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "Doctor, you don't even know this? The Great Sage Fist was created by someone else, but it's just being sold on the official website of the Martial Arts Administration Bureau... In the ancient martial arts era, this level of martial arts techniques could only be learned by direct disciples or one's own son."

"And if the price is too low, everyone can easily buy it."

"Who would still be motivated to hunt ferocious beasts for money?"

As Jiang He placed an order for the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique" on his computer, he couldn't help but say, "I didn't realize you, a lunatic, knew so much!"

The word "mental illness" is mentioned.

The young man immediately became anxious.

He shouted, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not sick..."

Jiang He smiled faintly: "The patients who come here all say they are not sick... But I heard that you keep saying that there is a sword in your head, and you even want to split open your head to take the sword out. This is a typical case of severe delusional disorder!"

Been through so much.

Everyone says they are a "fantasy".

To be honest, even the young man himself was starting to have doubts.

He plopped down on the sofa, his eyes dimming for a moment, his body slumping, and he said with a wry smile, "Doctor... do I really have delusions?"

"Can……"

"But I feel like there really is a sword in my head. My dad and mom don't believe it, nobody believes it."

The young man's eyes reddened: "That's why I wanted to crack open my head to prove them wrong... but they brought me here instead. My classmates also laughed at me, saying I was mentally ill."

"What's wrong with mental illness?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang He immediately became displeased: "This is not your fault, it is the fault of the world. Mentally ill people are also human beings, and we should not look at them with prejudice... Just like me, I have never thought there is anything wrong with you mentally ill people."

He patted the young man on the shoulder.

Jiang He comforted him, saying, "Don't be discouraged. Focus on your treatment. You're still young, and you have a long road ahead of you."

"woo woo woo woo!"

Perhaps it was because his long-suppressed emotions had nowhere to go, but the young man was deeply moved upon hearing this and immediately threw himself into Jiang He's arms and burst into tears.

Snapped!
Jiang He ripped open his pants and yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"

youth:"………"

Jiang He: "Holy crap...this is disgusting!"

"Your snot and tears have smeared all over my clothes..."

Quickly take off your white coat.

Jiang He noticed a new set of mental hospital gowns on the coffee table and quickly got up to change into them.

youth:"???"

Jiang He cursed and threw his white coat at the young man, saying, "You smeared this on me, you take it and wash it... If you can't wash it clean, I'll let you out of the air!"

The young man was full of questions.

He went to the bathroom to wash his white coat before coming out and staring at Jiang He, saying, "Aren't you a doctor?"

Jiang He: "Yes."

The young man roared, "You lunatic! How dare you play me? Do you even know that I passed the Martial Arts Administration's martial arts combat assessment back in June?"

He clenched his fists and cracked them loudly, showing Jiang He his fists.

Jiang He smiled.

Then he spread his five fingers, placed them in front of the youth's eyes, and suddenly clenched his fist.

boom!
A sonic boom rang out in ward 404.

Even the airflow in the room changed because of this sudden clenching of his fist, creating a strong gust of wind that made the young man squint.

Ignoring the stunned youth, Jiang He slung his sword over his shoulder, went up to the rooftop, and began practicing basic martial arts techniques—swordplay, fist techniques, and body movements—under the scorching sun.

at the same time.

director's office.

"Don't worry, our hospital has been established for more than 50 years. We have survived the apocalypse and the period of great turmoil. We have the most professional doctors, the most advanced equipment, and the most caring medical staff."

"The two gentlemen's conditions will definitely be brought under control."

Dean An beamed and called a department head, saying, "Take these two patients' family members to the hospital to complete the admission procedures... Yes, VIP ward!"

The patient's family members have left.

Dean An lit a cigarette, took a satisfying drag, and couldn't help but exhale a few smoke rings.

He got up.

I was just about to go out for a stroll to see how the patients were recovering.

Sudden……

The telephone on my desk rang.

The call connected. Dean An said, "Hello, this is Anning Mental Health Rehabilitation Center... Huh? A patient?"

"Hospitalization?"

"VIP ward?"

"Four...four people?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"No, no, I wasn't laughing, I was just thinking about some happy things..."

…………

The rooftop of the inpatient building.

"Ding!"

"Rational use of medication, strength +10kg."

After taking three pills of "Twenty-Four Flavor Rehmannia Pill", I glanced at the time and realized it was almost 6 o'clock. It was time for dinner, so I returned to my ward.

soon.

The young nurse, Zhou Yue, arrived pushing a food cart.

Two meals were placed on the coffee table.

The young man looked and exclaimed, "Wait a minute... We're both staying in VIP rooms and paying the same amount of money, so why does he have two chicken legs while I only have one?"

Jiang He snatched the chicken leg from the young man and said, "Now you have none left, and I didn't even spend any money!"

youth:"………"

puff!

Zhou Yue couldn't help but laugh out loud. She secretly glanced at Jiang He, then quickly pushed the food cart out.

"Ding!"

"A balanced diet can increase your strength by 10kg."

After dinner.

Then it was time to take the medicine. Jiang He had the medicine on him and took it on time.

"Ding!"

"Rational use of medication, strength +10kg."

The nurse brought the medicine, but the young man resisted. Jiang He's face darkened, and he said, "You can take it yourself, or I'll knock you out and feed it to you. Choose one, hurry up!"

youth:"………"

He took medicine.

Jiang He said, "That's a good boy... By the way, what's your name?"

"Wei Jian".

"Your parents gave you this name? It sounds awful... Did you secretly change it yourself? Never mind then."

At this moment.

Jiang He's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar phone number.

connected.

"Is it Mr. Jiang?"

"Hello, I'm from the Martial Arts Administration Bureau of Xixia Base City..."

Jiang He's eyes lit up!
Earth Dragon Blood and Great Sage Fist have arrived!

He hurriedly left the ward and ran downstairs. When he passed room 403, he noticed that the door to that room was open and it seemed that two old men had moved in... The door to the next room, 405, was also open, and it seemed that several patients had moved in as well.

Are mental hospitals really that popular?

Jiang He didn't care.

He left the inpatient building and headed straight for the hospital entrance. From afar, he saw two men in black trench coats arguing with the fat security guard.

The chubby security guard, wearing his hat askew, shouted, "Martial Arts Administration Bureau?"

"Humph!"

"Even if your bureau chief comes, you can't enter without registering!"

Get out of my way!

Jiang He punched the security guard away and said, "Hello, I am Jiang He. Have you delivered my package?"

The two men in black trench coats couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.

One of them said, "Hello, Mr. Jiang, we need to verify your identity..."

Identity verified.

A man in a black trench coat took out another piece of paper and said, "Mr. Jiang, please sign here."

Jiang He glanced at the contents of the paper, which recorded the items that had been signed for, and exclaimed in surprise, "The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique was also delivered?"

"Ah."

The man in the black trench coat said, "When we picked up the goods, we found that Mr. Jiang had also ordered the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, so we delivered it to you along the way... Mr. Jiang, here is also a confidentiality agreement for the technique. Please take a look. According to the agreement, this Great Sage Fist can only be practiced by you and must not be passed on to others."

After signing the agreement.

Two men in black trench coats handed Jiang He a large silver box and a small, thin box.

"Earth Dragon Blood!"

"Great Sage Fist... Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique!"

"Hopefully, it will give me a little surprise!"

Jiang He couldn't wait any longer. He returned to the ward, locked the door, and instructed the young man, "Wei Jian, I'm going to practice a technique later. Remember... don't let anyone disturb me!"

…………

next door.

Ward 403.

Two middle-aged men dressed in mental hospital gowns were sitting on a sofa, plotting something.

"Old Zhang..."

"It seems we miscalculated. The four people who moved into room 405 next door have extraordinary auras. Their cultivation levels are probably not much lower than yours or mine. I've met one of them once before; he's from the Martial Arts Administration Bureau!"

Old Zhang was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Now we can only take it one step at a time... Remember our current identity, we are patients. As long as we don't give anything away, even if the Martial Arts Administration knows what we're thinking, they can't find any evidence, so what can they do?"

Old Huang looked troubled and said, "You mean... you want me to pretend to be crazy? But I don't know how to pretend!"

Old Zhang: "The hospital is full of patients, why not just observe them more? When we came here today, there was an old patient who kept asking to be given an injection... You could learn from him."

at the same time.

Ward 405.

Four members of the Martial Arts Administration's enforcement team, dressed in psychiatric gowns, were also plotting together.

"Captain Zhou gave the instructions... to act covertly, and remember, we must not reveal our identities!"

(End of this chapter)