In the psychiatric hospital, Harold was brought in in a coma, accompanied by two police officers with their names on their cards, Gou Zhe and Zhang Zheng.

Yu Hongcai, the director of the psychiatric hospital, sighed, solemnly looked at the Huaxia SSS-level Heavenly King who was sent, and said in shock and calmness:

"What are the symptoms of the patient? I heard that this is a big star in China, why did he suddenly go crazy, alas! It's a pity that ......

Yu Hongcai lightly stretched out a hand, pinched Harold's mouth open, and looked at it carefully - there didn't seem to be too many traces of madness.

"The tongue coating is slightly white, which should be a typical hysteria......

Yu Hongcai frowned, carefully probing every inch of skin on Harold's body.

From the skin, in fact, some details can be seen.

"Tsk, look, Harold still has scars on his body! This is obviously because he fell down when he had a previous illness, and at the time of the illness, he was obviously unconscious, so this must be a very serious mental illness......

The director of the psychiatric hospital nodded with a look of relief:

"Well, yes, it's good that you found it in time, otherwise Harold might really be hopeless!"

In fact, Harold is not sick at all, in fact, there is no problem at all - the white tongue coating is because Harold has recently become a little hot in the entertainment industry, and the scars on his body - it was purely made by Lin Haoyu with internal force silently.

"Oh, yes! I'll just say it, this Harold was thinking about going to the police station to frame that Brother Lin Haoyu!"

A police officer who is about 1.8 meters tall and has a sunny and righteous face has a bright smile - this is Zhang Zheng, who is just 24 years old this year, and he is a young man in the police profession.

The other person, Gou Zhe also nodded, and said calmly:

"Yes, we are thinking that you are a psychiatric expert, please cure Harold, and don't let the Chinese entertainment industry lose such a giant again. ”

Gou Zhe shook his head with a look of regret.

Indeed, Harold's attainments in the entertainment industry are no less than Duan Chuxue, and in some aspects, such as in the circle of idols, Harold's compulsion is higher than Duan Chuxue.

"Huh, rest assured, in Xia Yu Hongcai, he will definitely do his best. ”

Yu Hongcai smiled indifferently and stood with his hands in his hands.

The two smiled, bowed slightly to Yu Hongcai embarrassedly, and then said:

"Then we'll go first, King Harold, and I'll ask you to take care of it!"

- Something seems to be wrong?

Yu Hongcai blinked slightly, turned his head to look at the unconscious Harold, and thought of the two police officers who sent Harold here, and instantly woke up:

"By the way, I don't know what the hell got this guy to be sent by the police!"

That's not right!

If the ordinary Heavenly King is in a coma, then it should be an ambulance that came, why is it that it has been sent by two policemen now?

What's more, there are too many black spots on Harold's body, but because he is so famous now, no one dares to stand up.

"Is it a ......"

Yu Hongcai's eyes flickered slightly.

Seeing that the two police officers were about to leave, Yu Hongcai's heart became more and more anxious.

"Wait!"

Yu Hong saw the two police officers turn around and was suddenly stunned, and hurriedly said:

"Both of you are here, if you don't take care of Harold, if he runs away, our mental hospital can't afford to take this responsibility!"

The criminals escaped in their mental hospital, and Yu Hong didn't want to carry this kind of responsibility!

"This ......"

Gou Zhe frowned slightly, this is not very easy to do, they still have a lot of tasks to do later:

"But it's just over the New Year, and there's a lot going on outside, and if any of us stay and watch over Harold, it's going to be a bit of a problem. ”

"That's right!"

The other person, Zhang Zheng, also nodded:

"And Harold doesn't have anything to look care about, does he? It's useless anyway......"

Zhang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly.

Originally, Zhang Zheng meant that it was almost the same whether he looked at Harold or not, after all, he was not a terrorist, and he would go back after waking up.

But when this sentence reached the ears of Dean Yu Hongcai, it became - it doesn't matter if you look at Harold or not, because Harold can't have any other fate?

"Shhh

Yu Hongcai's face changed again and again:

"What do you mean ......"

Yu Hongcai was silent for a few seconds, cleared his throat, and solemnly took Harold's situation report:

"Alas, that's it, anyway, I can't get rid of the task that your police gave me, forget it, and then it's it!"

After taking the report posted by the police on Harold's chest, Yu Hongcai smacked his lips and said no more.

Although the two police officers were surprised, they scratched their heads and left the mental hospital.

"Eh, did you say that the dean just now misunderstood something?"

Zhang Zheng frowned and pondered all the way.

"I also think that otherwise, his expression wouldn't be so ugly!"

Gou Zhe was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said:

"Otherwise, we'd better go back and explain it to him, otherwise it might be a bit of a problem......"

Who knows what Dean Yu Hongcai understood what they meant?

If it is understood that they can do Harold casually, when Harold returns to normal, won't they be finished?!

"Let's go. ”

The two immediately returned to the police car again, and to the psychiatric hospital once more - of course, that's all for later.

Harold was still unconscious.

Yu Hongcai waved his hand coldly, signaling the people under his hand to send the bed containing Harold to the room:

"Well, Three-no, room One, you don't have to mess with all that bells and whistles. ”

There are ten rooms in the hospital, and the lower the number, the more powerful the torture equipment used in it.

For example, the devices in room three are a clicking chair and a tiger chair, which seems inhumane enough, but in this mental hospital, it is not the most terrifying.

Room 2 contains an oven and a pot of hot water.

And in the most terrifying room No. 1, the most terrifying thing is naturally placed-

A tiger.

That's right, it's a tiger!

This tiger is said to be a good thing that the first dean smuggled across the ocean to a foreign country, not only deterring the unknown number of groups of neuropaths who want to escape here, but also can be sold for money after death, which is simply a lucrative business.

Every time the tiger is hungry, find the most disobedient one among the sick people to feed.

As for whether the tiger eats it or not, it depends on your luck.

Therefore, in this psychiatric hospital, there are definitely very few people who are disobedient, unless they are newcomers who don't even know that there is such a thing.

"Hmm......"

The tiger's pupils flickered with an eerie glow in the dark environment, but because Harold was still unconscious, he didn't know anything about it.

"You, go and bring me all the hot water and the oven in room two!"

Yu Hongcai smiled coldly.

This is the first time I've ever tried to use all the torture instruments of the two houses together......

With just a tiger, it may not be able to cure this "terminally ill" Harold.

"Tsk, Harold, don't blame me, if you feel wronged, go to the police, they brought you here. ”

Yu Hongcai smiled, and when he was about to release the tiger, he was suddenly stunned.

"By the way, I forgot something. ”

As he spoke, Yu Hongcai took the hot water handed over by his subordinates, smiled coldly, and poured it directly on Harold's stomach.

"Sting!"

The hot water boiled instantly, bubbling and bubbling on Harold's stomach - it was boiling water at real value!

The temperature of each drop reached nearly 100 degrees!

“...... Ahh

Harold came to his senses in an instant, and looked at the hot water on his stomach with a horrified face.

It's fucking horrible!

Imagine being asleep and suddenly someone pouring boiling water on your stomach – it's even more terrifying than killing you with a single stab!

Harold instantly bounced up from the bed and shouted:

"Ahh

No, who am I?

Harold was stunned for a long time, looking around blankly.

It wasn't until Yu Hongcai's cold voice reached Harold's ears that Harold always felt that he might have come to hell.

"Here, it's a mental hospital, no matter what you think, here, you can only passively receive treatment, and then talk about the next step......"

Yu Hongcai sneered.

Joke!

You were personally escorted here by two policemen, and you still want to get out alive?

"You know, I'm the most famous psychiatrist in Kyoto, Yu Hongcai ......"

Yu Hongcai sighed with emotion.

Indeed, for various reasons, Yu Hongcai's reputation in China is very great - of course, 80% is infamy.

After all, as a doctor who knows how to torture people's mental illness all day long, it is difficult to avoid infamy.

Harold's pupils constricted slightly:

"I, I know you! Yu Hongcai, others say you're a 'demon doctor'......"

Not only does he like to torture patients every day, but almost none of the patients who come out of his hands can be intact.

Of course, on the surface, it is quite good - not only is the mental illness cured, but there are no physical wounds.

However, the psychological wounds cannot be healed for a lifetime.