MMB Chapter 135 A Letter of SOS from a "Mental Hospital"
Chapter 135 A Letter of SOS from a "Mental Hospital"
The "mass allergy" incident at Peak Biotechnology was ultimately classified as "an industrial waste gas leak of unknown origin" and the matter was dropped.
Raymond Lam spent three days in the hospital, his nose swollen like a red radish, and he reportedly had to breathe through his mouth.
He used all his connections to try and find out which hand tractor caused the accident. He discovered that on the night of the incident, Zhao Shih-hao had sent the tractor to be repainted overnight, changing it to a flashy pink and adding colorful neon lights. It was then registered under the name of a newly established "shared farm tools" company, whose legal representative was... Old Cai.
The trail went cold.
Lin Feng was so angry he almost dismantled the hospital bed, but he dared not make any further rash moves.
He was afraid.
Wang Minyu's unconventional and almost shameless playing style left him feeling helpless for the first time.
Renxin Pharmacy was quiet for several days as a result.
That afternoon, there weren't many patients at the clinic.
Wang Minyu was lying in a rocking chair, resting with his eyes closed, pondering how to use Qin Xue as a lead to uncover more secrets about the "seed".
Just then, a courier in a postal uniform walked in, panting, carrying a package that was half his height and tightly wrapped in brown paper.
"Excuse me, which one of you is Dr. Wang Minyu?"
"That's me." Wang Minyu opened his eyes.
"Your package, please sign for it." The deliveryman placed the huge package on the ground with a dull thud.
"I haven't bought anything recently," Wang Minyu said, somewhat puzzled.
"This was sent to you by the sender." The courier pointed to the sender's address on the package. "Look, it was sent from 'Changxiang City Fourth People's Hospital'."
Changxiang Fourth People's Hospital?
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na exchanged a glance, both seeing a strange look in each other's eyes.
Because the Fourth People's Hospital of Changxiang City also has another, more famous name—Changxiang City Mental Health Center.
To put it bluntly, it's a mental hospital.
"Who would send you things from a mental hospital?" Zhao Na muttered to herself.
Wang Minyu also frowned.
He signed the package, and after the deliveryman left, he asked Su Qing to bring him a scalpel and carefully cut open the package.
The layers of kraft paper were peeled away, revealing not some dangerous item, but a... scarecrow?
It was a life-sized scarecrow made of straw, dressed in a faded blue and white striped hospital gown.
On the scarecrow's face, an exaggerated, distorted smile was drawn in black ink.
"What is this? Is it a prank?" Li Siyuan leaned forward and curiously poked the scarecrow's belly.
"Don't move!" Su Qing suddenly shouted to stop him.
Her gaze was fixed on the scarecrow's chest.
There, a pattern was embroidered crookedly with red silk thread.
It was a pattern of... a seed sprouting.
It's exactly the same birthmark that Wang Minyu saw on the chest of the "living dead"!
Wang Minyu's face instantly darkened.
He stepped forward and examined the scarecrow carefully.
Soon, he found a crumpled piece of paper in the scarecrow's left palm.
Unfold the note; it contained a few lines of writing in pencil, the handwriting messy and filled with fear and confusion.
"Help me."
"They are not treating patients, they are 'screening'."
"The seed...is in my brain..."
"I'm next."
At the end of the note, there was no signature, only a hospital bed number—307.
"This is... a distress signal?" Zhao Na gasped.
"It seems we have a 'friend' in the mental hospital." Wang Minyu held the note, his eyes sharpening.
He was almost certain that the sender was connected to the "S" organization. In fact, he might even be a subject of one of the "S" organization's horrific experiments...
The keywords "screening" and "seeds in the mind" cast a shadow over Wang Minyu's mind.
The "S" organization has actually extended its reach into mental hospitals.
What exactly are they trying to do?
"Boss, are we going?" Guan Shan asked in a muffled voice.
"Yes, of course we'll go." A cold smile curled at the corner of Wang Minyu's lips. "They've already delivered the invitation to our doorstep. Wouldn't it be incredibly impolite of us not to go?"
"But...that's a mental hospital." Li Siyuan was a little scared. "If we just walk in like this, won't we be mistaken for patients and arrested?"
"Who said we were going to just swagger in?" Wang Minyu glanced at him. "We're doctors, of course we should go in like doctors."
He took out several blank letters of introduction from the drawer, and then pulled out the official seal of the "Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine" that Professor Gu had personally stamped.
"From now on, we are an expert group sent down from the province to conduct research on the 'Integration of Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine in the Treatment of Mental Illnesses'." Wang Minyu picked up a pen and quickly wrote on the letter of introduction.
"Li Siyuan, deputy leader of the research group."
"Zhao Na, the research group's recorder."
"Su Qing, specially appointed forensic consultant."
"Guan Shan..." Wang Minyu paused, looked at Guan Shan's physique, and wrote, "...Special security consultant and clinical observation sample."
"Boss, what is a clinical observation sample?" Guan Shan scratched his head.
"It's about showing them what true 'spirit' really is."
Half an hour later.
A Wuling Hongguang van with a "Renxin Pharmacy" sign on it stopped at the entrance of the Fourth People's Hospital of Changxiang City.
Wang Minyu led his makeshift team of experts in, walking in with great fanfare.
The security guard at the gate saw their unusual combination and was about to stop them when Wang Minyu slapped the letter of introduction with a red stamp in front of him.
"A team of experts from the province is conducting a surprise inspection. Have your hospital director come see me immediately."
Wang Minyu's tone was more like that of a mental hospital director than a mental hospital director himself.