Crazy Nezha

Li Tianbao couldn't sleep. Could it be that someone from Heaven had come down to hunt down Leopard Head and Howling Sky? Someone was trying to stop him from ascending to immortality!

No! That would put me in great danger, and I absolutely cannot let anyone know I am Nezha! In the darkness, Li Tianbao looked around, feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching him! Who would harm me? Could it be Shen Gongbao's spy?

Who could it be? He mentally went through everyone he had recently been in contact with...

No, Xiaotian said there are shackles of the Heavenly Dao, and only I have magical powers in this world! Besides, no one else knows I am Nezha. Phew, that was close. Back when I came to the hospital to deliver food to my second uncle, I met people suffering from persecution complex. They were suspicious of everything all day long!

I can't think like that, otherwise I'll really develop paranoia! I'm just overthinking things.

sleep!

Li Tianbao had just closed his eyes, less than thirty seconds later, he opened them again.

Still something's not right. Li Tianbao looked at his phone's call log and became even more convinced: Yang Zijie called me, and Leopard Head and Xiaotian were indeed killed!! Objectively speaking, this proves that these aren't just my wild guesses!

This isn't paranoia; someone really wants to harm me! Someone really wants to harm me!!

At that moment, footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door, and the nurse on night patrol was shining a flashlight.

Li Tianbao slammed down on the floor, pulled the covers over himself, his heart pounding, and pretended to be asleep while listening intently.

Two nurses outside the door were talking in hushed tones.

"There was a sound coming from room 301!"

"It sounds like someone is on the phone."

A nurse opened the door, shone a flashlight on it, and found nothing unusual.

"Li Tianbao, were you on the phone just now?" the nurse asked softly.

"Let's go, they're all asleep," another nurse's voice rang out.

The ward was quiet, with only the sound of even breathing. The nurse, a little worried, came over. She considerately turned the flashlight to its lowest setting and nodded in relief as she watched Li Tianbao sleeping peacefully.

"Maybe he's talking in his sleep."

"Let's go, don't disturb them."

Yin Jianshe rolled over, muttering in his sleep, "Nephew, don't cry..."

"Your dad won't buy you roller skates, but your second uncle will..."

"Buy a whole bunch...you and Chen Rui can skate together, for as long as you want..."

The two nurses smiled at each other. One of them, the younger nurse, helped Li Tianbao pull up the blanket and left the ward.

Just after the nurse left the ward, Li Tianbao, who was in bed, suddenly opened his eyes! In the darkness, his eyes were wide open, like jewels.

"Someone is trying to harm me!!"

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Life at Xincheng Sixth Hospital is very scientific and regular.

I get up at 6:30 in the morning and spend an hour washing up.

From 7:30 to 8:20, the cafeteria opens for meals. Patients have to line up and sing as they go to the cafeteria.

After Li Tianbao contacted Yang Zijie, the black goat and the husky were out of immediate danger, but had temporarily lost their mating rights and were recuperating at the goat farm.

While having breakfast in the cafeteria, Li Tianbao's phone rang. He found it was a video link sent by his mother. After clicking on it, he found an AI short film about a person who hit a wall in pursuit of his ideals, and finally achieved enlightenment and made peace with himself.

The video is accompanied by the blogger's commentary, which roughly means: don't give up until you hit a wall, don't be too stubborn, and everything is predetermined by fate.

After reading it, Li Tianbao left a comment in the comment section: Trying to trick me into lying down again!

After lunch, they had free time and rested for about ten minutes. Then, Li Tianbao led Han Dazhuang and a dozen others to exercise in the fitness equipment plaza.

After playing for a while, everyone sat on the lawn and followed Li Tianbao to meditate, listening to him talk about breathing techniques. A dozen or so people dressed in hospital gowns sat cross-legged, looking like a group of people practicing qigong.

Meditation is not so easy, and soon some people couldn't sit still anymore.

On the lawn, Han Dazhuang asked, "Master, why can't we cultivate internal energy?"

Li Tianbao laughed it off, saying, "It would be strange if you could master it."

Shen Gongbao's target is Nezha! Then I, Li Tianbao, can only believe myself to be Nezha deep down and slowly cultivate immortal arts!

Yes, on the surface, we need to change our identity to mislead our opponents! So—

Li Tianbao declared loudly, "Today, the Ming Cult is established, and I shall be its first leader!"

"I am the leader of the Ming Cult!"

On the lawn, a dozen or so patients became excited, with Han Dazhuang leading the shouts: "Greetings, Master! May the Master live forever and unify the martial world!"

"May the leader live forever and unify the martial world!" Many people responded.

Everyone spoke freely, discussing everything from quantum physics to ****, from international affairs to the long legs of the anime character Bai Yuekui. Their days in the mental hospital were fulfilling yet simple.

As long as no troublemakers deliberately cause trouble, life is quite comfortable; there's food, drink, entertainment, and friends...

Li Tianbao became increasingly popular among the patients and got along well with everyone.

Four days passed like this. Chen Rui came twice, bringing Li Tianbao a change of clothes and some treats. Sometimes the two would go for a walk outside, or sit on the steps outside the ward to look at the stars.

That day, Li Tianbao had just finished leading everyone in the exercise and was about to return to the multimedia classroom to watch TV.

Chen Rui is here again.

Li Tianbao somehow got hold of a wheelchair, sat in it, and had Chen Rui push him around.

Although Li Tianbao's leg wasn't lame, he just wanted to experience it, and he didn't know why.

Chen Rui pushed the wheelchair around the flower bed in the mental hospital, while Li Tianbao smiled like a child.

"I heard you've been doing quite well these past few days," Chen Rui asked.

Li Tianbao: "Chen Rui, how about we go see a movie together after I'm discharged from the hospital?"

What movie are you going to watch?

"Ne Zha 3"

Chen Rui pushed the wheelchair, her face beaming with smiles, "Great! When are you being discharged?"

"When 'Ne Zha 3' was released."

When will "Ne Zha 3" be released?

"When I was discharged from the hospital."

Chen Rui's face darkened, and she pushed the wheelchair hard, which was on a steep downhill slope.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Li Tianbao was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was overjoyed. He spread his arms and shouted loudly, "I want to ride the wind and return home!"

Chen Rui's face turned pale, and she quickly chased after him.

Li Tianbao released the handbrake, and the wheelchair sped up. There was a wall in front of him, but he ignored the impending crash. Who says you won't turn back until you hit a brick wall?! This young master is determined to smash through it!

Chen Rui grabbed the wheelchair, and Li Tianbao leaned forward. Chen Rui quickly hugged him.

"Are you trying to die?" Chen Rui punched him in the chest.

Li Tianbao smiled slightly: "They say that the Dao Heart opens on the brink of life and death, and I just wanted to try it out!"

"Then let's give it a try!!" Chen Rui said defiantly, picked up her bag, turned around and left, her back view revealing a hint of anger, without any intention of looking back.

Li Tianbao shouted, "Chen Rui, I was just kidding!"

"roll!"

The warm afternoon sun cast a soft glow on the lawn, and the dappled shadows of the trees made the courtyard quiet and peaceful.

Li Tianbao strolled around alone, leisurely and content.

In the plaza downstairs from the inpatient building, a group of patients were doing exercises with the medical staff.

On the other side of the hospital grounds, a charity donation event was being held. Several long tables were set up with donation registration books, and a few doctors in plain clothes were pretending to donate, acting as philanthropists. Photographers nearby were taking pictures of them posing for photos, which would then be posted on the hospital's official WeChat account for publicity.

Li Tianbao stood and watched for a while, but made no comment.

Dean Yang Yongshi walked over with a smile, "Tianbao, how have you been feeling these past few days?"

"Good."

"Is the food alright?"

"Good."

An elderly man and a young boy walked and chatted on the lawn in the ward area.

Yang Yongshi: "You guys in Building 3 are something else. I heard you founded the Ming Cult? And became its first leader?"