Universe Infinite Canteen.

Chapter 618 Great Writer

Before being admitted to the hospital, all their belongings, including clothes, were taken away and stored in a storage cabinet.

However, Malu gave important items such as mobile phone and collection bag to Lao Wang for safekeeping in advance, and the latter temporarily put them into his body to hide them from the nurse's examination.

After changing into hospital gowns, the two were taken to their respective wards with toothbrushes, towels and drinking cups.

At Malu's strong request, he and Lao Wang were sent to the closed area, where the great writer was also.

An expressionless male nurse led them to their beds. It was quiet along the way because the patients here were all going to eat.

The male nurse asked Malu and Lao Wang if they wanted to eat too. After being rejected, he took out a medicine bottle and poured out two small pills from it.

"What kind of medicine is this?" asked Malu.

"Medicine that can keep you away from anxiety and pain." The male nurse replied.

"Uh, thanks, but I'm in a good mood now." Malu said.

"Take medicine." The male nurse repeated.

"No, you keep them, man, you need them more than I look."

"Take medicine." The male nurse repeated again, emphasizing his tone.

"You'd better not let him repeat it more than three times." A voice said at this time.

She was a woman with messy hair, also wearing a hospital gown. She looked to be in her early forties and was missing a front tooth, which made her speech sound a little hoarse.

"What will happen if you ask him to repeat it three times?" Malu asked humbly.

"You will be beaten and locked in a small dark room for a whole week. No one will talk to you. Once you go in, you will never want to go there again."

"She's lying." The male nurse said calmly, "Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital never beats or abuses patients."

Upon hearing this, Malu looked at the woman with missing front teeth, then looked at the male nurse, and finally picked up a pill and put it into his own mouth.

"Good boy." The male nurse praised, but his tone was still cold.

And after the millipede finished drinking the water, he asked the millipede to open his mouth and checked his oral cavity to make sure he had not hidden the medicine under his tongue.

After Lao Wang took the medicine, the male nurse pushed the cart away.

"Thank you for what I did just now." Malu said to the woman who was missing a front tooth.

“Stay alert, young man. Danger is everywhere here,” the woman with a missing front tooth said in a low voice. “Every once in a while, they select sacrifices and offer them to the evil spirits hiding in the hospital. That’s how I lost my son.”

"Oh, so what the nurse said just now was true, and you are indeed full of lies?"

Malu shook his head. "I'm so stupid. I actually believed the patients in the mental hospital. Anyway, it's nice to meet you. What should I call you?"

"I am Teresa Teng, the 29th generation successor of Maoshan. What about you, young man?" said the woman who claimed to be Teresa Teng.

"Oh, I am Takeshi Kaneshiro, the fourth generation exorcist of the Holy See."

Teresa Teng's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this, and she said excitedly, "I understand why I have never been able to defeat that evil spirit. It turns out that it is a foreign devil, and you are responsible for it!!!"

"Well," Malu followed her words and said, "This time, my colleagues and I sneaked into the Sunshine Mental Hospital to deal with that evil spirit. I think we can cooperate."

However, when Teresa Teng heard this, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Just when Malu thought she had discovered something, Teresa Teng said, "You are only the fourth generation... Is that okay?"

"Ah, we did start this business relatively late, but please trust our professionalism."

Malu snapped his fingers, and the next moment, a chef's knife appeared out of thin air in his hand. Teresa Teng's eyes widened, as if she was also completely stunned by Malu's move.

Just when Malu was about to ask her about the great writer, Teresa Teng suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, shouting as she screamed.

"Doctor, doctor! There's someone here with a knife!!!"

Soon, the male nurse who had just left rushed in, and with him came two other male nurses, both of whom were big and strong men.

"Who! Who carries a knife!" The male nurse looked as if he was facing a great enemy.

"It's him!" Teresa Teng pointed at Malu.

However, when the male nurse followed Teresa Teng's gaze, he saw Malu standing there with empty hands, looking very innocent.

"Where's his knife?"

"He hid under the bed! I saw it with my own eyes. As soon as I shouted, he hid." Teresa Teng vowed.

The male nurse was skeptical, but still asked Malu and Lao Wang to stand a little further away from the bed.

Then he searched their beds from top to bottom but found nothing.

Then he and two other nurses searched Malu and Lao Wang again, but still found nothing.

The male nurse glared at the woman and said, "Go back to your ward and don't come here again."

Teresa Teng was a little frightened by his glare, and shrank back, muttering, "It's obviously there, my son must have been stolen by him."

However, she did not dare to resist the male nurse and returned to her ward obediently.

And Malu asked curiously, "Does she really have a son?"

The male nurse didn't answer, but just glared at Ma Lu and said, "Mind your own business."

After saying that, he left too.

At this time, the patients who had finished their meals began to return to their wards one after another, and soon the corridor became lively.

Some were singing, some were reciting poetry aloud, some were swearing, some were speaking broken Russian, some were crying as they walked, and some were laughing out loud.

Malu patted Lao Wang on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go out and look for the great writer."

Lao Wang nodded.

Malu stood at the door of the ward for a while, saw a mushroom-headed man who looked easy to talk to, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go watch the news broadcast." The mushroom-head said with a smile.

"Do you know any great writers?" Malu asked again.

"I know. There are Leo Tolstoy, Alexandre Dumas, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Changling, Oboi, Pavel Korchagin..." the mushroom-headed boy recited loudly.

"Okay, okay, I'm not asking about the great writers in history, and the last two you mentioned aren't either. I'm asking about the great writers in our academy." Ma Lu said, "Does he also watch the news broadcast?"

"Oh. You mean the great writer? He doesn't read. He has no time. He has to write. He has to write 4,000 words a day, otherwise he won't be able to sleep."

"Ah, so he's a web writer." Malu said in surprise, "He's still writing even though he's in the hospital. He's really dedicated. But you know what, the environment in a mental hospital is quite suitable for writing."

Mushroom-head shook his head. "He's no good. He's not as good as Ao Shaobao. Ao Shaobao can code 8,000 characters a day."

(End of this chapter)