The Unruly Immortals

Qing Wanglai slowly opened his eyes, looking at the sun outside the window, waiting for the seven o'clock alarm to ring.

His gaze lowered as he looked around his place, a villa, not big, over three hundred square meters, simply decorated. The color is predominantly white.

It's indeed a bit small here, but for one person, it's enough. He's used to being alone, and he feels comfortable being alone. He has no intention of breaking out of his comfort zone.

"Ring ring ring," the moment the alarm went off, he sat up sharply from bed and began washing and getting dressed.

He left the house at exactly 7:20, drove for thirty minutes, successfully bought a Jianbing Guozi on the way, and arrived at White Tower Prison right at eight o'clock.

Work here isn't as busy as the general surgery and obstetrics departments in a big hospital, but it's not exactly relaxed either.

Qing Wanglai brewed a cup of tea, just about to have it with his Jianbing Guozi, when someone came at the door, a tall, bearded man. "Dr. Qing, an esteemed guest has arrived, come and have a look."

"What?"

"It's that old man from the previous trending news, we're lucky, he's been assigned to our section," Qian Fu said.

"Oh?" Remembering the news he'd seen before, Qing Wanglai was piqued with interest, "Let's go, check it out."

Soon, the two of them were in the intensive care ward, seeing Li Huowang.

"Dr. Qing, this is the medical record of patient number 13, please take a look, he was transferred from Baiyu Hospital."

Qing Wanglai took the medical record and started reading. "It's him..."

Although the news doesn't broadcast real names, there's a circle among psychiatrists, and any stir is known to all.

"Yes, it's that Li Huowang, number one on the trending list, the lunatic who brandished a knife to save his girlfriend."

After quickly browsing through the medical history, Qing Wanglai observed through the one-way glass, the young man inside wearing Binding Clothes, shouting in despair, listening attentively to his ramblings.

"No," Qing Wanglai closed the medical record and then said something that startled the colleague beside him.

"He wasn't going to save his girlfriend, he was going to kill her, this guy is extremely ill."

"What?! How could that be? That's his girlfriend, such a pretty girl." Dr. Qian beside him was full of astonishment.

"Yes, I was also thinking about this question, how could it be? What was his motive?" Qing Wanglai pondered.

"Is this a crime novel? No. 13 has mental illness, isn't that motive enough?"

Qing Wanglai looked unsatisfied at the other party, "Dr. Qian, what you said lacks professional level, who says a mental patient doesn't need a reason to kill? Every mental patient has his reason for killing, only for him is it reasonable."

"Sigh," Qian Fu sighed, brushing through his beard. "All sorts of monsters and demons are shoved into our place."

"Stop complaining, let's think of a treatment plan, he's tried all the conventional medications at the previous hospital, with little effect," Qing Wanglai quickly flipped through.

"What treatment? To be blunt, our White Tower is just to catch the fall, keeping him locked up is completing the task."

Qing Wanglai glanced at Qian Fu beside him, "Senior, ultimately people need to have some ideals in life, do you really plan to stay in this prison until retirement?"

"What do you want to do? Cure him? Publish papers like a machine gun, and get promotions swiftly?"

"Whether it works or not, we have to see first," said Qing Wanglai, heading towards the iron door beside him.

Qian Fu hurriedly followed. "Be careful; this guy is wicked, I heard his previous doctor was driven into mental illness by him."

Qing Wanglai didn't startle the snake, instead, he waited for other doctors to observe the condition, secretly listening outside.

With such a menace entering the prison area, the leaders took it seriously, and the doctors were called for a consultation the same day, Qing Wanglai naturally attended as well.

He didn't express much at the consultation, just tried to listen to the opinions of other doctors as much as possible.

The finalized treatment plan wasn't too outrageous, simply prioritized conservative treatment.

Qing Wanglai could understand, after all, the other party is a hot potato now, it makes anyone restless.

"This kid's psychological defense is very high, and he's been treated by doctors many times, conventional treatments have lost their effectiveness."

"In the previous hospital, he's taken all sorts of medicines, there's probably drug resistance," Qian Fu said, leaning half his body on the Jianbing Guozi as he ate.

"Um... it's indeed a tough situation."

Qing Wanglai, arms crossed, nodded, seriously thought for a while, and then spoke again: "But after watching all his surveillance videos, I don't think it's entirely hopeless."

"How so?"

"We find someone to act as his attending physician, pretending to help him on the surface, while behind the scenes we act as the projection of people in his delusions, treating him secretly when his guard is at its lowest."

"Perhaps it won't work for other patients, but we might give it a try for him; his delusions are very... very... complete."

"Us? Why is it always me? Do I have to play a mental patient again?" Qian Fu's face immediately fell.

"What do you mean play, you already are one, look at how well that outfit suits you." Qing Wanglai reached over and patted Qian Fu hard on the shoulder of his blue-and-white-striped outfit.