Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Half an hour later, Chen Jianbin came out of the ward.

Completely shocked, after chatting with the white-bearded old man for half an hour, he was certain that the old man and his son came from the same world!

Taking advantage of his position, Chen Jianbin made a preliminary inquiry by talking to the nurses on duty.

The old man's name is Song Weiguo. He was born in the 1950s and is 74 years old this year. He was brought to the hospital by his family half a month ago. He is a severe case of paranoia.

About two weeks ago, around the same time Chen Ye traveled back in time, Chen Jianbin was a little scared.

For specific details, you should ask his attending physician.

In the corridor, medical staff in white coats hurried along, while patients and their families sat or stood, their faces showing their fatigue and anxiety.

Chen Jianbin walked towards the triage desk.

"Hello, I'm Chen Jianbin from the Laocheng Police Station." He took out his ID and handed it over.

The nurse glanced at the identification and said, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Chen Jianbin: "I'd like to find Song Weiguo's attending physician. There's something I need to know. Could you please help me contact him?"

"His attending physician is Director Li. Let me call you first to ask."

"Okay, thank you for your help." Chen Jianbin nodded and took back the certificate.

The nurse dialed the number, said a few words, and then hung up. "Director Li wants you to go directly to the neurosurgeon's office on the third floor. It's the third room on the left at the end of the corridor."

"Thank you," Chen Jianbin said, turning and heading towards the stairwell.

The corridor on the third floor of the neurosurgery department was quieter than the first floor. He found the doctor's office, knocked on the door, and heard a "Come in" from inside.

Pushing open the door, I saw a middle-aged doctor sitting in the office, looking down at a medical record book.

"Hello Director Li, I am Chen Jianbin from Laocheng Police Station."

Director Li stood up. "Please sit down. What can I do for you?"

"I would like to know about Song Weiguo's situation."

"What case is he involved in?" Director Li sat back in his seat, crossed his hands on the table, and asked in a calm tone.

He has treated all sorts of patients and met many police officers and court personnel who come to inquire about the situation.

Chen Jianbin considered his words carefully before saying, "It's like this, our office recently took on a case, how should I put it, it involves two ruthless individuals, one in black and one in white, it's quite complicated!"

Director Li chuckled, nodded, and without pressing for details about the incident, retrieved the medical records and hospitalization records from the cabinet behind him, placed them on the table, and opened them:

"On the 10th of this month, Song Weiguo collapsed in the living room, unconscious. His family called 120 (emergency services).

Chen Jianbin frowned slightly. The 10th was the day Chen Ye traveled back in time!

He quickly asked, "Shouldn't someone who's unconscious be sent to your hospital?"

Director Li recalled, "The Central Hospital couldn't find anything wrong with him. Around evening, he suddenly woke up and was sent to our hospital two hours later."

At this point, Director Li's face showed a hint of helplessness:

"After he woke up, he talked nonsense as if he were a different person. He said he was the leader of the Weishan Sect and his name was Ouyang Zhaoming."

"Is this insane?"

"He's gone mad. Utterly mad."

"He became more and more serious as he spoke, and he even told us about the history of the Weishan School, saying that he had gone mad from practicing martial arts, and that we doctors, nurses, and his family were all his inner demons."

Chen Jianbin was speechless, his eye muscles twitching.

Director Li said, "Doesn't it sound absurd? Officer Chen, if you want to laugh, just laugh. Don't hold it in."

No, I don't want to laugh.

"What was his family's reaction at the time?" Chen Jianbin suppressed his excitement and continued to ask.

"It's no use worrying his family; only we professionals can handle this." Director Li sighed. "The old man won't eat or drink, and he won't listen to any persuasion. We need to get rid of his inner demons."

"His family wanted us to give him intravenous nutrition, but we refused. We are very experienced."

"Aren't you afraid of starving?" Chen Jianbin asked, somewhat surprised.

Director Li said earnestly, "We know what we're doing! Sure enough, after two days of not eating, he couldn't take it anymore and asked for food."

"..."

"It's a very common state for mental patients. Many patients will behave themselves if they are starved or given an electric shock."

Chen Jianbin shook his head as he listened, inwardly praising the professionalism of the staff.

Director Li said, "We bought him a spicy chicken burger from KFC, and the nurse even gave him some chocolate. Guess what? He ate it and praised it highly, saying that such delicious food had never been found in Weishan before."

"Heh—" Chen Jianbin laughed.

At this point, Director Li couldn't help but smile:

"He stops causing trouble as long as he drinks a bottle of Coke every day, but he's quite interesting when he talks."

"He insisted that he was Ouyang Zhaoming, the leader of the Weishan Sect, and often talked to us nurses and doctors about his past in the martial arts world, making it sound very credible."

"A classic case of severe paranoia," Director Li explained.

"Patients cannot distinguish between subjective imagination and objective reality, and take the content fabricated by their brain as fact."

"Thank you so much, Director Li, for telling me so many details." Chen Jianbin stood up and thanked Director Li again.

"You're welcome. Cooperating with the investigation is what we should do." Director Li also stood up. "If you need any further information, you can contact me again."

"Okay, definitely." Chen Jianbin shook hands with Director Li, then turned and walked out of the office.

……

Chen Jianbin walked out of the inpatient department and breathed a long sigh of relief. This was different from his son's situation; it was more like his soul had transmigrated into someone else's body! Only, it had all happened more than half a month ago!

Arriving at the entrance of the inpatient department, this area is the outdoor exercise area, and the sun is shining brightly today.

The hospital is organizing an event.

The patients, dressed in blue and white stripes, were divided into two teams and were competing to pick up trash. They were all very enthusiastic. Some patients picked up beverage bottles and held them up high to show off, while another patient was chasing after a plastic bag.

The atmosphere was filled with laughter and joy, very harmonious.

Several patients were gathered in the sun, arguing about quantum physics and advanced mathematics until they were red in the face!

Chen Jianbin watched for a while, "They're so happy." Then, he shook his head vigorously to dispel this nonsense and dialed Chen Ye's number.

"Son, where are you?"

"I'm competing, and we'll soon have a 200 million prize pool. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you!"

Ignoring the mention of the two million, Chen Jianbin asked directly, "Do you know someone named Ouyang Zhaoming?"

Chen Ye on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes, I know him. He's the leader of the Weishan Sect. We used to be quite close, like friends despite our age difference. He's skilled in using the detached sword technique. How do you know him?"

"I saw him! We chatted for a while!"

There was an instant silence on Chen Ye's end. After a few seconds, his voice suddenly rose, "Are you kidding me?"

Chen Jianbin said in a deep voice, "Son, do you have many women over there?"

"Dad, where are you? I'm coming to find you!"