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Chapter 264 - 242: Flying Over the Insane Asylum (11)

Chapter 264: Chapter 242: Flying Over the Insane Asylum (11)

"Oh?"

Li Cheng grinned, giving off an expression like a dung beetle lifting the toilet lid—eager to hear more.

"Diane Conne was indeed your sister and one of the heiresses to the chemical industry giant, Kang Group. But she died in a maritime accident six months ago."

Director Pella said, "You were sailing the yacht that encountered a storm at sea. Diane fell overboard and drowned, while you survived.

Since you had a very close relationship with your sister, you could not accept the fact that you caused her death, and developed schizophrenia.

After your stepmother sent you here, to escape the pain of reality and your inner guilt, you imagined that Diane was still alive,

and fantasized that she was locked up by the hospital on your stepmother’s suggestion, waiting for you to rescue her.

To achieve this, you attempted to seize weapons several times and even injured hospital staff."

Director Pella looked at Li Cheng with a sympathetic gaze and said, "On one hand, Kang Group, the chemical industry giant, is one of the hospital’s major sponsors, and you are the sole remaining heir of Kang Group.

On the other hand, you indeed suffer from severe schizophrenia.

To cure you, we, the hospital, tailored a treatment plan cooperating with the circumstances.

We intentionally let you smuggle in colored contact lenses, forged Diane’s medical records, and arranged for Dr. Dawson to interact with you.

Letting you believe that your rescue plan is steadily progressing."

Dr. Dawson in the crowd spread his hands and said, "In your imagination, you infiltrated the hospital with a fake identity, and the hospital did not discover your real identity.

You are the heir of Kang Group, automatically inheriting a significant share of the family business when you turned eighteen, hence you were able to offer me USD 110,000 as a salary.

But have you ever considered, if I really conducted this underground deal with you, why would I keep a recording? Why would I place the recording pen in my own locker, leaving behind evidence of a crime?"

"The intense impulse to save a loved one made you overlook these doubts, immersing completely in your own illusions."

Pella said, "The hospital’s fourth floor is usually off-limits to patients, so you imagined Diane being trapped there.

Scaven mentioned he has stayed in the hospital for so long but never heard of any Diane, so you imagined that Diane had been detained by the hospital as soon as she was admitted.

Our original plan was for everyone, doctors and nurses, as well as patients like Freya, to follow the script and tacitly cooperate with your ’jailbreak’ plan, leading you to the fourth floor, opening the door of the confinement room, to eventually discover the truth."

Pella sighed, stepped forward, and slowly opened the door to that confinement room.

Inside, it was empty.

"Once you realized Diane doesn’t exist, perhaps you could recall that she had long since died, thereby breaking free from your illusions."

Director Pella looked at Li Cheng with pity, "Unfortunately... you ingested a toxic cactus, failing to reach this point.

Take him to the operating room."

The director snapped his fingers, and two attendants immediately lifted Li Cheng, transporting him to a fully equipped modern operating room.

Li Cheng was placed on an electric surgical bed, the head nurse Rachid, who had strangely reappeared after being trapped under a glass jar as the Scorpion King, strapped his limbs with leather belts.

Dr. Dawson, in turn, put a breathing mask on Li Cheng, comforting him, "Don’t worry, we will remove the effects of the cactus, and then give your brain a slight electric shock to make you forget the experience of this escape plan, and then rewrite the script.

This time, we will successfully cure you."

The shadowless lamp above the operating table was quietly blooming with dazzling brilliance, identical to the white light Li Cheng had seen in his illusions.

His hands and feet were bound, his body spasmed due to the poison of the Black Feather Jade Cactus, leaving only his head able to move.

The icy piercing pain in his brain was intensifying, almost reaching an unbearable level.

Li Cheng slightly turned his head and calmly said, "Dr. Dawson, how did you know I ingested the Black Feather Jade Cactus?

The pharmacy key was given to me by Freya, she likes me. If she was acting with you, why would she place the poisonous cactus with Diane’s medical records?"

Dr. Dawson paused for a moment, then turned to look at Dean Pella. No one could answer this question, and they silently hastened all their motions, turning on various instruments around the operating table.

"All this is still an illusion. You don’t truly exist, but are fragments of memory seen by William in the real world, at the brink of life and death."

Beneath the breathing mask, Li Cheng’s mouth curled upwards, resisting the severe icy pain and calmly said, "I believe in William, trust his judgment, and also trust that his escape plan can truly succeed."

Dean Pella and the others realized something was amiss, the head nurse panic-stricken with a syringe, Dr. Dawson tried to pry off the breathing mask.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Li Cheng curled up his tongue, picking up the hidden "Super Hard Super Refreshing Mint Candy" underneath, wedging it between his molars, and bit down hard.

Crack.

The mint candy shattered with a snap, the broken pieces scattering inside his mouth, releasing an intense stimulus that pierced the soul.

The light from the shadowless lamp intensified, everything in front turned pale.

Li Cheng felt like he was hit head-on by a high-speed train, his body and soul soared high and then heavily fell back onto the operating table.

The white light dispersed, returning to reality.

At this moment, he still lay on the operating table, his hands and feet still bound.

Dean Pella, Head Nurse Rachid, Dr. Dawson, and others still stood in the operating room, the difference being that through the glass door of the operating room, it was visible that outside was daylight.

"Don’t blame me..."

Dr. Dawson murmured softly, holding a metal spike, advancing towards Li Cheng.

Frontal lobotomy, one of the most infamous surgeries in medical history, was also a common practice in mental hospitals for patients with Schizophrenia in the early twentieth century.

The spike would be inserted into the brain through the bottom of the eye socket, moving the spike to excise the frontal lobe.

Patients whose frontal lobes were removed would lose many normal functions and most of their personality, becoming docile and dull like the living dead.

Ironically, the inventor of the surgery, Moniz, was awarded the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949 for it.

"Don’t blame me, I had made an agreement with you, but I didn’t expect the dean to advance the surgery date."

Dr. Dawson’s lips moved silently, muttering to himself, trying to lessen his own guilt.

"I don’t blame you."

Li Cheng’s voice suddenly rang out, Dr. Dawson instantly stunned, the spike falling from his hand, "You, how are you awake? We clearly shocked..."

"Shocked my brain?"

Li Cheng smirked, "That amount of electricity is less than what I feel when touching a doorknob."