Although Feng Yu made suggestions that could soothe Lu Ban's body and mind, Lu Ban still refused.

It is unforgivable for a woman to secretly use her own shampoo!

He saw Feng Yu off and returned home where only his friends were.

Lu Ban felt that he needed to take a short break.

He thought about it and called Dr. Hao.

It’s the one in Jiangcheng Mental Hospital.

When the call was connected, there was silence at first.

"Doctor Hao, it's me, Lu Ban."

Lu Ban spoke first.

"…What's the matter so late?"

On the other side of the phone, Dr. Hao sounded a little uneasy.

It's almost twelve o'clock now, and a severely mentally ill patient suddenly called me. It's very scary!

"It's like this, I wonder if there are any beds left in the hospital?"

Lu Ban asked.

"???"

Doctor Hao was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Yes, there is..."

"That's great. I want to go there to rest for a few days and have a vacation."

Lu Ban said.

"ah?"

Doctor Hao had a feeling of unreality.

Lu Ban’s mental illness is not an ordinary mental illness.

For common mental illnesses, the symptoms are usually mild and occur from time to time, but the patient is aware that he or she is ill.

The symptoms are severe and the disease often occurs, and when it occurs, they feel that they are not sick.

As for Lu Ban, he never fails to have an attack and he still thinks he is normal.

What made Dr. Hao feel even more abnormal was that such a movie shot by a mentally ill person was actually loved by people all over the world and was very popular. It was a big hit at the box office and received constant praise.

Is there something wrong with this world?

Of course, Dr. Hao himself and his family also contributed three movie tickets.

It’s really beautiful.

Now, Lu Ban took the initiative to ask for a bed, and not in the name of collecting samples. Dr. Hao felt that there must be something wrong.

Maybe it's a tactic of playing hard to get.

This kind of plot often appears in crime novels and movies. After committing a crime, the criminals not only do not hide, but also return to the crime scene to show off, or deliberately increase their suspicion to make others think that they are actually innocent.

The same may be true for Lu Ban.

According to Dr. Hao's many years of medical experience, when a person suddenly says that he is mentally ill, he is most likely not sick.

When a mentally ill patient who has always claimed that he is not sick says that he needs to be hospitalized, it means that his illness has become more serious.

However, Dr. Hao had no way of rejecting Lu Ban.

After all, Lu Ban is indeed a mental patient, and there is a certificate issued by a doctor, and he issued it himself.

And he gave too much.

The next day, after packing up his things, Lu Ban took a taxi to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital.

For safety, he also wore a mask.

"Hey, No. 900, Xicheng North Road, are you visiting your family?"

The express driver seemed to be a cheerful and talkative person. It might also be mainly because Lu Ban was a male passenger, so he chatted with him casually as soon as he got on the car.

Jiangcheng Mental Hospital is located at No. 900 Xicheng North Road. In Jiangcheng, where the roads are intricate, many experienced drivers may not be clear about the specific place name, but if you say No. 900 Xicheng North Road, then these drivers will definitely know that this is a mental hospital.

"No, I went to the hospital."

Lu Ban answered readily.

"?"

The driver suddenly became quiet. He looked at Lu Ban in the back seat through the rearview mirror with a bit of panic.

"Are you kidding me?"

The driver asked.

"No, I'm very familiar with Dr. Hao from the hospital, and he helped me arrange a bed with a good view this time."

Lu Ban answered.

“I-I see…”

The driver responded.

At the same time, he quietly turned on the in-car recording and alarm functions at any time.

After driving for a while and approaching an intersection, while stuck in traffic and waiting for the traffic light, Lu Ban suddenly spoke.

"Master, you don't have to do this."

"!!!"

The driver felt a chill down his spine.

He immediately sat up straight, not daring to look back, and only observed Lu Ban's expression through the rearview mirror in the car.

Did he find out?

Is he going to take action?

Is there any knife in his backpack?

Lu Ban pointed to one side.

"It's closer to the hospital if you turn right this way. I've been there several times and I know the way. You don't need to go around on the elevated road."

"……oh."

The driver responded and turned the steering wheel to change lanes.

At the same time, on another mobile phone, the driver secretly typed a few words in the WeChat group.

[Damn, I picked up a mentally ill person, what should I do? ]

This WeChat group was created by these drivers. Sometimes they report road conditions, sometimes they exchange industry information, and more often they use it to make appointments to play games with each other.

[Really? If you say he's mentally ill, then he's mentally ill. But I also drove a movie star, from the movie that's very popular recently.]

[What's mental illness? Last time, that guy was driving fine, but the passenger in the front passenger seat suddenly pulled out a knife and stabbed him several times. Now some people wear a suit of chain mail under their clothes when they go to work!]

[Don’t panic if you encounter a mentally ill person. If you don’t provoke him, he generally won’t have an attack. By the way, if you see a teddy bear walking on the road, remember to say something.]

[You are just bragging. If you really met a mentally ill person, why don’t you call the police immediately? Why are you still chatting here? ]

The drivers expressed their doubts.

The driver was a little slow to realize it.

I really should call the police.

But wait.

He didn't do anything wrong, didn't hurt himself, and was just sitting here quietly. Why should we call the police?

We can't just arrest him because he's mentally ill, can we?

Then there are so many people to catch in this world.

He continued driving, chatting with Lu Ban in random places.

"We're here. Please take your belongings and get off from the right door."

When the car arrived at the gate of Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, the driver said something.

"Thank you."

Lu Ban picked up his backpack.

"You drove very well. I hope I can ride in your car again next time."

"That's not the case..."

The driver forced a smile.

He got out of the car, and when he was about to close the door, he shouted into the car again.

"Amber, we're here, we can get off now."

“…”

The driver stared blankly at Lu Ban talking to the air in the back seat.

After Lu Ban closed the car door, the driver took a serious look at his back seat. Looking at the empty seat, he felt a chill down his spine.

The driver did not leave in a hurry, but stared at Lu Ban seriously. He turned around when he saw that he had indeed walked into the mental hospital and was talking and laughing with a man dressed as a doctor. After they disappeared from his sight, the driver did not leave.

"You must be kidding..."

The driver muttered to himself while looking for the contact information of the nearest Feng Shui master on WeChat.

In a treatment room in Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, Lu Ban sat opposite Dr. Hao.

"Director Lu, we have arranged a quiet ward for you so you won't be disturbed by other patients."

Doctor Hao said with a gentle smile.

"That's not necessary, Doctor Hao. When I say rest, I mainly want to chat with the patients and get some information. Maybe I can even help you treat a few people."

Lu Ban waved his hand.

“Ah, this…”

Doctor Hao was a little uneasy.

Could it be that Lu Ban would deceive all his patients and end up flying into the insane asylum together?

"It's okay. I'm quite confident in my physical strength. They shouldn't be able to beat me."

Lu Ban raised one hand to show his muscles.

"Well... okay then."

Dr. Hao had no choice but to move Lu Ban's ward to the intensive care unit.