Crazy Nezha

Li Tianbao smiled modestly, "Hey, just kidding with those mental patients. Hasn't the director noticed how harmonious everyone's been lately?"

Yang Yongshi laughed and said, "Oh, just kidding the patients? In that case, our hospital should thank you?"

"No need for that, Dean. Do you know? Many of these patients are people whose ideals have been shattered by reality!"

A gentle breeze rustles the lawn, causing the grass and trees to sway softly; this is a paradise for those who are on the verge of collapse.

Yang Yongshi: "What is an ideal?"

Li Tianbao thought for a moment and then said, "I have a good friend, from a previous film crew, his name is Yang Zijie! His family is in the livestock business, they're large-scale breeders. Logically, he could easily follow in his father's footsteps and become a second-generation factory owner! But he refuses to raise livestock! He wants to be a big star, an actor! That's his dream!"

Yang Yongshi: "Oh? What play did he act in?"

Li Tianbao: "They were all short dramas, and although they were of a lower standard, he never gave up. He even wants to start his own film and television company!"

Yang Yongshi: "What about Sun Baoqiang, who has been living with you? What are his dreams?"

Li Tianbao: "Baoqiang was too insecure, but he's much better now. I was chatting with him once, and his dream is to franchise a Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot restaurant, open a branch in Xincheng, and be the boss!"

Yang Yongshi: "What is your ideal?"

Li Tianbao lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Yang Yongshi retorted irritably, "Become the leader of the Ming Cult, and overthrow the Qing to restore the Ming?"

Li Tianbao complained, "Dean, the Manchus hadn't even entered the Central Plains yet back then!!"

At this moment, two patients carrying brooms approached respectfully: "Greetings, Master! Greetings, Dean!"

Li Tianbao said in a deep voice, "From now on, when I'm with the dean, I must first pay my respects to the dean. That's the rule, understand?"

"We will obey the leader's decree!" the patients replied in unison.

Another patient, sensing the situation, quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Dean!"

Yang Yongshi's face turned ashen, and he was speechless for a moment.

Li Tianbao quickly waved his hand.

"It's our turn to be on duty today, so I'll take my leave now." The patient took a few steps backward, then turned and ran away as if his life depended on it.

Yang Yongshi's eye twitched, but he didn't comment on the matter. Instead, he changed the subject, "Tianbao, Dr. Wang met Jiang Baiyue in Guangcheng, and she agreed to our request."

Li Tianbao: "Who exactly is Jiang Baiyue? Why did they have to invite her three times?"

Yang Yongshi: "Jiang Baiyue means that she wants you to go to Guangcheng to see her."

Li Tianbao smirked. "I'm not going. What kind of genius expert is she? None of those experts are reliable! She can swindle money, fine, but does she think she can swindle me out of my body too?"

Yang Yongshi looked disgusted. "Seduce? You? People who want to pursue Jiang Baiyue could line up from here all the way to Xiguan Street. Do you think she cares about your looks?"

Li Tianbao scoffed, "Do you have a picture of Jiang Baiyue? I'd like to see just how devastatingly beautiful she is."

Yang Yongshi's eyes softened, and despite his age, he said with a look of longing, "It's not a matter of whether she's pretty or not. How should I put it, she's very special."

Li Tianbao: "If she's really as amazing as you say, you should be able to find her online."

"You can check it out."

Just then, a heated argument broke out not far away. Two patients were standing by the roadside, pulling and arguing with each other, while medical staff tried to mediate.

Seeing this, Li Tianbao stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "With a formidable enemy at hand, are you still fighting amongst yourselves?"

One of the patients, looking aggrieved, pointed at the other person and accused, "He stole my rubber band!"

Another patient retorted, "It was clearly agreed that we would take turns playing three times. He's the one who cheated and wouldn't let me play!"

"You've already played it three times!!"

"I don't!"

The two argued vehemently, each sticking to their own version of events.

Yang Yongshi slightly raised his hand, and the doctor next to him immediately followed the dean and retreated.

Li Tianbao: "Where did you get that rubber band?"

"A gift from the Eagle King to the two of us."

"Why should I reward you?"

"Yesterday at the public bathhouse, we gave Eagle King a back massage. Eagle King was pleased, so he rewarded us with a rubber band."

Li Tianbao reached out his hand, "Give me the rubber band."

Then they broke it into two pieces, tied a new knot, and gave one to each of them.

The two patients were overjoyed, exclaiming, "Thank you, Master!"

Li Tianbao: "Everyone, disperse. Let's not argue over such trivial matters in the future!"

The two patients reconciled, one carrying the other on his back, and saluted Li Tianbao. The other patients chased after them, running off like madmen.

Watching the group's departing figures, a medical worker nearby lowered his voice and remarked with admiration, "Dean, look at these patients, they really admire Li Tianbao."

The two strolled around for a while longer.

A patient somehow climbed up a tree and wouldn't come down.

The patients below looked up, one doctor playing the good cop, smiling and persuading them, while another doctor playing the bad cop, angrily rebuking them.

Such things are always a welcome sight at the Sixth Hospital, happening almost every day.

Yang Yongshi joked, "Great Master Li, why don't you give it a try?"

"Who is this person?"

Yang Yongshi explained, "The man climbing the tree is also one of Dr. Wang's patients. His name is Bai Bingcheng. He used to be a talented scholar in the Chinese department... but something happened and he went crazy. I won't go into details. He was one of the talented scholars in the Chinese department among the patients in our hospital. He called himself Li Bai."

Under the tree, Dr. Sun looked up and shouted, "Bai Bingcheng, come down! Come down right now!"

A young man with red lips, white teeth, and long hair was perched in the tree. He did have a somewhat ancient air about him. "Take off your socks and I'll come down."

Dr. Sun said in a deep voice, "I only take off the socks for the hospital director's wife."

These words drew laughter from the observing patients and other doctors, but Dr. Sun stood with his hands behind his back, looking completely calm.

"The dean said we could do whatever we wanted this Saturday morning, but it was all a lie! I tried it with a high-ranking official and got out. Dr. Sun, you're bullying the dean!"

Li Tianbao walked over with a smile, looked up to the sky and said loudly, "I have long heard of Bai Bingcheng's reputation as the 'Poet Immortal of the Six Academies.' In this situation, would you be willing to compose a poem on the spot?"

Upon hearing this tone, Bai Bingcheng, who was perched in the tree, immediately became interested and asked, "You understand poetry?"

Li Tianbao: "I don't understand, but I like listening."

Bai Bingcheng: "Is there any wine?"

Li Tianbao: "Good poems bring good wine!"

Bai Bingcheng: "You know about wine?"

Li Tianbao: "I don't understand, but I love to drink."

Bai Bingcheng: "You keep mentioning love in your sentences, it seems you are a man of deep feeling. May I ask your name?"

Li Tianbao bowed respectfully, "I am Li Tianbao, from the third floor of the East District."

Bai Bingcheng returned the greeting with a cupped-fist salute, "So you're the leader of the Ming Cult! I've lost control of my bladder!"

"He peed! Old Liu peed his pants!" one patient said, pointing at another and laughing.

The patient, whose crotch was completely wet, covered his buttocks and waddled away.

For some reason, Bai Bingcheng felt an exhilarating, tingling sensation on his scalp at this moment! He felt an explosive sense of belonging and exhilaration!

"Master, what should the topic be?"

Li Tianbao decisively replied, "My ideal!"

Bai Bingcheng was slightly taken aback, picked a leaf and put it in his mouth, staring at it as he pondered.

Li Tianbao wasn't in a hurry; he sat cross-legged on the tree and waited for him.

About three minutes later, Bai Bingcheng jumped down from the tree, rolled around awkwardly, and shouted, "Give me a pen!"

Nobody picked up a pen.

Li Tianbao turned his head and called out, "Dean, a pen!"

The dean patiently glanced at him, and a doctor quickly ran back to his office and returned shortly after.

Bai Bingcheng pointed and shouted, "Take it off!"

A fat man took off his shirt, revealing his fair and smooth back.

Bai Bingcheng quickly wrote on the fat man's back with a ballpoint pen, wiping away tears as he wrote.

Yang Yongshi seemed to understand something, and said, "Li Tianbao always respected everyone's emotions with an equal attitude and accepted their strange words and deeds."

"People with mental disorders are often isolated and rejected for a long time, and they have an extreme lack of identity and belonging. Li Tianbao helped them establish a group identity and even helped them find a sense of existence, honor and security."

After a pause, Yang Yongshi concluded, "Many of them know that the cult leader thing is nonsense, but they are still willing to accept it! Li Tianbao's peer-guided psychotherapy has given me a lot of inspiration."

The medical staff immediately showered him with praise: "Peer guidance, Dean Yang's words are truly insightful."

Yang Yongshi nodded slightly and instructed, "Dakang, notify everyone that a meeting of all cadres in the hospital will be held in one hour. All middle-level managers and managers at the deputy section chief level and above should attend."

"Okay, I'll send a group message to the cadres right away."

Yang Yongshi: "Everyone else, go ahead and get busy. Dr. Sun, come to my office."

Dr. Sun's face turned grim... but he forced himself to say, "Okay!"

……

After several days of meditation at the hospital, Li Tianbao's spiritual center had become brighter, with the lotus petals in his mind shining about one-tenth of the way up.

After lunch, Li Tianbao went to the bathroom, floated in front of the mirror, and observed the radiance of the lotus flower in his mind. It lasted for about a minute before the light in his mind dissipated.

Li Tianbao pondered for a moment. This lotus flower was like a storage jar. It could store magical power during meditation, and its use would consume magical power! Absorbing the primordial spirit of a spirit beast could greatly replenish magical power!

In the afternoon, my second uncle said mysteriously, "Nephew, I've made a mistake."

"What's wrong?" Li Tianbao sensed that something was off with his second uncle.

Yin Jianshe looked distressed. "There's a farmer who's been connecting with me on my live streams for the past month. He's a middle-aged man, and his son doesn't want to inherit the family business. He's determined to make it in the entertainment industry."

Li Tianbao: "What does this have to do with whether you made a mistake or not?"

Yin Jianshe: "The key thing is that the entrepreneur fell in love with me, and I feel so guilty. He has a wife and children, and he's worried that his son won't take over the family business and insists on being in the entertainment industry! I talk to him about these things online all the time."

Li Tianbao: "Second Uncle, what a coincidence! Do you remember Yang Zijie? His dad wanted him to come back home to help out at the sheep farm, but he didn't want to; he wanted to be a star!"

Yin Jianshe sighed heavily, took out his phone, and opened the person's WeChat Moments. It was a middle-aged man. "It's this guy. He's fallen in love with me. What should I do? If he finds out I'm a man, will he do something rash?"

Li Tianbao's vision blurred for a moment. "Second Uncle, this is Yang Zijie's father!!"

Yin Jianshe: "..."

……

Yang Zijie arrived in the evening.

At the worst time, my second uncle was live-streaming from the hospital room, chatting with his dad about love.

Li Tianbao forced himself to come out and refused to let Yang Zijie into the ward.

The Sixth Hospital has its own small convenience store inside, with its glass door open, selling snacks, drinks and daily necessities.

Li Tianbao pushed open the door and went in. A moment later, he came out with two chocolate-coated torch-shaped ice cream bars in his hand.

He and Yang Zijie squatted side by side on the flower bed, unpacked the torch, and licked the torch together.

Li Tianbao clearly remembers that when the two of them were on set, Yang Zijie loved to eat torches.

Yang Zijie had a band-aid on his forehead, with the edges of the tape slightly curled up.

Li Tianbao: "What happened to your eyebrow? Is the boil inflamed?"

Yang Zijie: "I haven't had any medicated plaster for seventeen days, and the boil is getting bigger and bigger. I can only put a piece of medicated plaster on it to keep it in place."

Li Tianbao: "Tell me, what happened to the dog and the sheep?"

The ease on Yang Zijie's face faded, and his tone became heavy: "That husky is very tough, it's probably not seriously injured, but I'm afraid it can't be bred anymore..."

Upon hearing this, Li Tianbao guessed what was going on and quickly asked, "Where are the sheep?!"

"No one's taking care of the sheep. They're at the sheep farm; they should still be alive!"

Li Tianbao jumped up in a flash. "To the sheep farm!"

He grabbed Yang Zijie and quickly walked to the door, where the two got into the bread cart.

Li Tianbao turned to look at Yang Zijie, who was focused on driving, and asked, "So, this time you've completely run away from home?"

Yang Zijie gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, his tone filled with helplessness and rebellion: "My dad is forcing me to go back and inherit the sheep farm. You know my dream is to be an actor, not to be stuck in that poor, remote place of Zhoucun for the rest of my life, dealing with a flock of sheep."

Li Tianbao was silent for a moment, deeply moved.

Parents, always speaking from experience, plan a safe path for their children, their intentions genuinely being for the children's good, without any malice.

However, sometimes, parents' overly controlling nature can backfire, forcing out the strongest rebellious psychology in their children.

He changed the subject, asking, "By the way, how did your follow-up meningitis test go? Nothing wrong, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Zijie's face showed extreme disappointment, even a hint of regret: "The re-examination results were all normal, nothing's wrong. So many years have passed, I was really hoping to find out some mental problems so I could legitimately move into your Sixth Hospital and find some peace and quiet for a while."

Li Tianbao raised his eyebrows sharply, both amused and exasperated: "What kind of bizarre logic is that? Everyone living here is crazy."

Yang Zijie's expression suddenly turned extreme, and his tone was extremely resolute: "I'd rather be a madman here than go back to raising sheep! You know my sheep farm; it only has two deaf-mute workers, and I have to do all the big and small things myself. It's practically a cage. Luckily, your dog is smart; he's very enthusiastic about helping me watch the sheep."

Li Tianbao: "Junbao, I can get your dad to agree to you acting!"

Yang Zijie clearly didn't believe it: "Would my dad listen to you?"

Li Tianbao: "Ask your dad if he knows a relationship advice livestreamer named Shangguan Ting'er!"

"What do you mean? My dad's having an affair?"

Li Tianbao: "Your dad is having an emotional affair, don't get agitated."

Yang Zijie: "How did you know?"

Li Tianbao: "I can tell you, but you need to be mentally prepared."

"you say!"

Do you know my second uncle?

"I know, your second uncle is a really nice old man, what's wrong?"