Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Li Su stopped at the office door.

She raised her head, her gaze passing over the edge of the medical record folder and looking directly into Qi Jianmin's eyes.

Qi Jianmin saw no anger, no madness, no emotion he could understand in those eyes.

There was only one thing in those eyes.

It was a pure, unadulterated, and quiet killing intent.

Then she spoke.

"Do you think you can get out of here alive?"

Qi Jianmin's pupils suddenly contracted.

This phrase sounds so familiar.

A week ago, he stood in Li Su's hospital room, looking down at her who was tied to the bed, and asked her a question.

Do you think you're not sick?

After asking her that day, he wrote "lack of awareness of illness" on her medical record and then gave her an injection of olanzapine.

He remembers it very clearly.

Because that was the easiest part of his job.

No tests or indicators are needed. As long as the patient is disobedient, uncooperative, or does not admit that they are sick, he can write "lack of awareness of illness".

Then increase the dosage.

Then the patient will become quiet.

Then a sum of money will appear in his account.

Simple. Efficient. Legal.

"You think you're practicing medicine."

Li Su's voice was very soft, like the sound of rain hitting a windowpane.

"You think it's your job to give us injections, your job to prescribe medicine, and your job to write 'lack of awareness of illness' on the medical records."

"You don't feel guilty because you haven't killed anyone."

"You're only responsible for ruining my brain with those drugs."

"If the brain is damaged by the medication, the person is no longer human and no longer needs to take responsibility for their conscience."

"The money you received was a 'special allowance' in addition to your legal salary; it was a 'processing fee' transferred from the research center to your private account."

Li Su took a step forward.

How much money do you have in your account?

Qi Jianmin's face turned completely pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "How did you know?", but before he could finish speaking, Li Su's hand had already been raised.

The power of thought surged out.

The medical record in Qi Jianmin's hand was crushed.

The plastic sheet exploded into countless fragments in his hand, the fragments hovering in mid-air, each one aimed directly at his face.

"Every injection of chlorpromazine."

A piece of plastic pierced Qi Jianmin's shoulder.

He screamed and collapsed to his knees, clutching his shoulder.

"Every injection of haloperidol."

A second piece of plastic pierced his thigh.

He collapsed to the ground, his gold-rimmed glasses falling into a pile of broken glass, the lenses cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

"Every injection of olanzapine."

A third piece of plastic hovered in front of his eyes.

Only one centimeter.

Qi Jianmin's screams stopped.

He dared not call out.

He was afraid that if he breathed even slightly heavier, the shard of plastic would pierce his eyeball.

I have a question for you.

Li Su squatted down, her gaze level with his.

What is my child's name?

Qi Jianmin's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"you do not know."

Li Su answered for him.

"You don't remember at all. It's written in the medical record, but you never look at the patient's name. You only see 'lack of awareness of illness' and then write 'increase the dosage.' You don't even know my child's name."

"You don't even know his name!"

Her voice suddenly erupted, exploding in the empty corridor and making the few remaining fluorescent lights on the wall tremble.

Qi Jianmin finally broke down.

"Li Su, listen to me—I was just following orders—Zhou De'an brought you here! He told me to give you extra medication! I'm just a doctor, I—"

He didn't finish speaking.

The telekinetic energy poured into his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose simultaneously.

Qi Jianmin's scream lasted only half a second.

Then his body began to spasm, his limbs twitched, his spine bent backward to an angle that a living person could not bend to, his eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, his lips turned purple, and his tongue stuck out and could not be retracted.

It's exactly the same as an overdose of haloperidol.

Li Su watched him convulse in front of her.

I watched as he started drooling.

Watching his eyes change from fear to blankness.

Watching his body gradually lose control of all his muscles.

"Faloperidol, 50 mg each time, for two consecutive weeks."

Her voice returned to calm.

"The prescription you wrote."

Qi Jianmin could no longer hear.

His brain is dead.

It was turned into a mess from the inside by telekinesis.

Li Su stood up, turned around, and walked out of the office.

She didn't look at Qi Jianmin's body again.

The shattered glass in the corridor reflected the flashes of lightning in the distance.

Li Su stood in the middle of the corridor, rain dripping from her body and pooling into a small dark puddle at her feet.

Her fingers were still trembling slightly.

The moment she killed Qi Jianmin, she completely lost control of her reason.

She had only one thought in her mind—to return the pain he had inflicted on her.

Pay it back double.

Return it tenfold.

He's dead now.

But his death was too easy for him.

He was tortured for too short a time.

She should let him experience what it feels like to be injected with olanzapine for two weeks straight.

Let him watch his memories slip away inch by inch while he is fully conscious.

Make him feel the terror of his brain dissolving little by little in the medicine!

What she gave him was still too fast.

Li Su took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her chest.

Then she looked up and gazed out the corridor window.

Rainwater streamed down the glass, shattering the view outside into countless fragments.

But she could still see the main building across the street.

The five-story main building was pitch black, with only a few windows lit up.

How many of those people in those lights are actually mentally ill?

How many people are like her, normal people who have been locked up here?

Li Su dared not think about it.

She knew that most of the patients in the main building were innocent.

They are real patients who need treatment and care.

But she also knew that no one in this administration building was innocent.

Qi Jianmin is not.

That's not Nurse Wang, who's in charge of logistics.

The vice president who signed the admission permit was not the one.

The dean who approved the budget was even less so.

They all knew what this mental hospital was doing.

Each of them knew how those diagnoses of "lack of awareness of illness" came about.

Each of them knew whether the "treatment accident" in the basement was a genuine "accident" or a murder.

But each of them took that money.

For some people, earning less is considered a raise.

Some people received more, with 1.2 million in their accounts.

But they all took them.

Li Su closed her eyes and spread out her spiritual energy.

Her consciousness was like a net, covering the entire administration building.

In the duty room on the first floor, two people were on the phone, their voices urgent, saying to the person on the other end, "Why hasn't the police arrived yet?"

In the archives room on the third floor, there was a clerk on duty, hiding behind a cabinet, holding a wooden stick in his hand, his teeth chattering.

In the finance office on the fourth floor, there was another accountant frantically stuffing documents into the shredder.

In the dean's office on the fifth floor, an elderly man with gray hair was putting cash from the safe into his briefcase.

The lights in the dean's office were off, so he fumbled around in the dark to put the money in, his hands trembling and clumsy.

In the conference room on the sixth floor, the vice president and several administrative supervisors were huddled together discussing something, their voices very low.

Li Su opened her eyes.

She withdrew her spiritual energy and refocused it in her palm.

Then she raised her hand and aimed it at the foundation of the administration building.