The Unruly Immortals

"Don't be afraid, if there's any blame from above, I'll take it all."

"Alright, as long as you said that. Then I'll help you find a few more actors." Qian Fu immediately took out his phone and started making calls to get people.

"But I'm a little concerned right now, will doing this really not worsen the condition of the patient in bed 13?"

"No, he's already like this, how much worse can it get?"

"Let's go ask the Chief of the Detention Area."

"Okay." With that, the two of them walked towards the Chief's office in the detention area.

Upon arrival, they found the door open, and the bald-headed Chief was chatting with someone else.

"Chief, I have something to discuss with you." Qing Wanglai concisely explained his plan.

The Chief took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, lit it, and took a puff. "Oh, sure, give it a try."

"Then can you sign this for me?" Qing Wanglai said, handing over the pen and paper he had in his hand.

The other party did not move.

"I'm a very open-minded person, you can treat him however you want, but as for this signature, I won't be signing it. If anything happens, that's all on you. As your leader, I absolutely won't claim any credit."

Hearing this, Qing Wanglai was slightly stunned. He caught the underlying meaning; not sharing the credit also meant that if anything happened, it would be something he did privately, unrelated to the other party.

However, Qing Wanglai just smiled indifferently, picked up the paper, and walked out of the office. He was different from such people.

Once out of the office, the two began to put their plan into action.

"But Qingzi, I can play the mental patient, but who will act as the doctor? I fear other people won't follow you in this mess."

"No doctor, but aren't there patients?" Qing Wanglai adjusted the bridge of his glasses, pointing to the recreation area where Yi Donglai was earnestly treating patients.

"Ha, you're something else, truly something else—doctors acting as patients, patients acting as doctors."

"You can't treat and save people without a bit of exploratory spirit." Qing Wanglai walked over to Yi Donglai.

"Doctor Yi, the hospital admitted a new patient and we'd like to ask you to join me in assisting with the treatment." Qing Wanglai warmly invited Yi Donglai.

"Don't you have your flunky?" Yi Donglai said, crossing his legs.

"What do you mean by that?" Qian Fu retorted, "I went to the same university as him, so we're close, what's wrong with that?"

"Besides him, don't you also know other doctors? Why come to me?" Yi Donglai appeared calm and indifferent.

"Are you going to help or not? Why so much talk?"

"Help? If it's Li Huowang, then I must help." Yi Donglai stood up.

"Great, let's talk as we walk. Li Huowang isn't always in a delusional state; it's episodic. Here's the treatment plan this time..."

Everything was ready; Yi Donglai, dressed in a white coat, walked into Li Huowang's room.

Just as the other party opened his eyes, Yi Donglai smiled slightly, "Hello, Li Huowang, nice to meet you. I'm your attending physician, Yi Donglai."

Outside the door, Qian Fu silently gave Qing Wanglai a thumbs-up. "Look at this proficiency, speaking fluently like an old pro at this."

"Shh, be serious, record all his imagined content. We'll all need to use it later."

"Fine, you record it, because I won't; when the time comes, I'll just make something up. They're all nuts, why is his worldview any more advanced than mine?"

Qing Wanglai thought for a moment and nodded. "That works too, fewer flaws during interaction."

"So when do I make my entrance?"

"Shh, we'll follow Doctor Yi's lead." The two continued listening to the content inside.

While Li Huowang was trapped in his delusions, the three of them gathered to discuss his condition and analyze his mental state.

At first, the results were not good; Li Huowang was very wary and resistant to everything. But gradually, new changes appeared, and he gradually became somewhat half-convinced.

Although there were some setbacks, in just a few months, when they saw Li Huowang standing on the slide, taking the dice out of the lampshade, everyone immediately gathered around him and applauded happily.

Seeing the smile on Qing Wanglai's face, Qian Fu nudged him with his elbow. "Gotta say, this treatment course has been effective."

"Next is the second course of treatment. It's your turn now. The projection of the Big Black Sky, the master of death."

"Ugh, can you not talk like that? It's too cringy, I'm going to change my clothes." With that, Qian Fu left and headed for the intensive care unit. "If I'm making my entrance, then Chen Hongyu and the others should too. Inform them."

"Already called."

The treatment process was going as planned, but the situation suddenly changed.

"What's going on? Why was he suddenly transferred? The patient isn't recovered yet!" Qing Wanglai feeling quite dissatisfied, went to the Chief's office.

Just when everything seemed to be going smoothly, the higher-ups unexpectedly ordered Li Huowang's transfer.

"Isn't his condition stable? Hasn't it been clarified? If we don't send him away quickly, what if it falls through our hands?" The Chief spread his hands.

"But that's just an illusion! Our goal is to cure Li Huowang, not leave him completely trapped in illusions! Besides, the family won't agree."

"Ah~" The other party sighed deeply then pulled out another cigarette, lighting it. "Doctor Qing, you know I'm not the boss. The one in charge here is Xie Qiuquan, he's the Prison Warden. Don't forget that this isn't the White Tower Hospital, but the White Tower Detention Area."