Before Yang Qinglu could refute, a doctor in a white coat came out and scolded all the students who had run away back.
"What are you looking at?! Aren't you afraid of danger?! Stay inside!"
Ye Jiu raised an eyebrow. "Listen, he's using 'dodging,' so the situation must be quite serious."
If it's confirmed that Su Huo's condition is bad, then the spiritual energy she just saw should be Su Huo's, right?
These extended details were too numerous and trivial for Ye Jiu to assess his situation.
She licked her lips; she wouldn't hold back on the parts he couldn't accept!
However, since Yang Qinglu was still watching her, she could only wait until night to make her move. Although she could use her mental power to dissect it, mental power could also damage other mental power. If she accidentally hurt him, she would probably end up in jail...
After listening to Ye Jiu's analysis, Yang Qinglu realized the seriousness of the matter. "Is it because of mental confusion?"
Ye Jiu shook her head. "How would I know?"
She wasn't sure, but she could deduce that he had lost control of his mental power.
The damage caused by mental confusion varies from person to person. She has only had contact with Huaijin so far, so it is difficult to make a judgment.
Yang Qinglu sighed, "It's a pity that the heavens are jealous of talent. Both of these major generals are so capable."
"Yes, it's such a pity."
Since that loud bang, there has been no sound. Ye Jiu didn't know if it was because the soundproofing was too good or because the person was under control.
I don't know... whether she can defeat Su Huo... the strongest single soldier in interstellar history.
The interstellar security is good. She has a lot of strength but nowhere to use it. She has no idea what level she is at now. It would be good if she could fight him. She should be able to survive.
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"Give them a sedative!" Zhang Jiang and the other six people worked together to extinguish the fire and shouted, "Quickly, give them a sedative injection!"
Even when pinned down by seven people, Su Huo was still able to break free from them. Even though they were trained, they were still far inferior to a "human weapon" like Su Huo.
Su Huo's mental chaos affected his nerves, causing him to go berserk intermittently, recognizing no one. The room needed to be renovated every few days, even though the glass had been replaced with the hardest Rupert glass—glass that even mechs couldn't easily break, but Su Huo in his berserk state could shatter it.
The sedative was injected into his body and took effect quickly, calming him down rapidly.
Zhang Jiang loosened his grip and flexed his wrist, saying, "Every time it feels like fighting a battle."
Unsurprisingly, the room needed to be rearranged again. Compared to the other rooms, Su Huo's room only had a bed, a table, a cup on the table, and that was it.
The bed is made of meteorite iron and is very heavy, so Su Huo can't break it. The table is made of wood, so he can do whatever he wants with it; it's cheap to make and easy to replace. The cup is made of stainless steel, so as long as it's not broken, it's still usable.
In short, the furnishings inside the house were surprisingly simple, but this was also the best material that Zhang Jiang and the others had summarized after his many outbursts.
"If this continues, the tranquilizers will no longer be effective, and the dosage is increasing, as people are already developing drug resistance."
"There's nothing we can do about it. We can't control him except with sedatives."
"How long do you think Major General Su Huo can hold on?"
The others immediately fell silent, exchanging glances and daring not to speak again.
Zhang Jiang interrupted them, saying, "Let's carry the major general back to his bed."
The unconscious Su Huo was much easier to handle than the awake one, so the two of them carried him back.
Zhang Jiang brought cleaning tools and cleaned up the debris on the ground. He then instructed the two people who had nothing to do to "go and clean up the glass shards outside. These students will be staying here for a week, so don't hurt them."
In about ten minutes, everything was cleaned up, and the embers had already woken up.
He sat up, pressing his head. "Did I go berserk again?"
Zhang Jiang squatted on the ground to tidy up the bottle of sedative and the syringe. He was caught off guard when he heard Su Huo's voice and his heart skipped a beat. This time the dosage was tripled, but it could only control the sedative for ten minutes?
Zhang Jiang continued working with his hands without looking up, replying, "Yes, you even shattered Rupert's glass."
Su Huo looked up at the spot where the glass had been and saw that it was indeed empty. However, there were no glass shards on the ground, so it was assumed that they had all been disposed of.
Su Huo chuckled, "Looks like my power has increased again."
In the past, he would have been excited, as it meant he had broken through his limits again. But now, it was not a good thing; this uncontrollable and ever-growing power would only become a burden to him.
"We've known each other for so many years, just tell me how many days I have left to live."
Zhang Jiang used to be Su Huo's private doctor. Later, Su Huo entered this sanatorium due to mental confusion, and Zhang Jiang came with him.
Zhang Jiang finished packing his things, stood up, looked into his eyes, and shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I really don't know. Nothing is certain. If you ask me, you shouldn't have been so hot-tempered before. Look at Major General Pei next door, his situation is quite stable."
"Him?" Su Huo sneered. "He's no better than me. Only you guys can't tell from appearances."
“But Major General Pei’s monthly check-up results are very stable. The only effect of his mental disorder on him is that he can’t do strenuous exercise, and he won’t destroy things like you do.”
"Come on, for a mech soldier, not being able to engage in strenuous exercise is worse than death. He can't even get into a mech now, and he used to be such an excellent mech soldier. Do you really believe he'll be okay?"
Zhang Jiang hesitated. Su Huo was right. Besides, he was not just a mecha soldier; he was also the most talented commander in interstellar history.
Zhang Jiang didn't want to discuss this with him, so he changed the subject, saying, "This time the dosage of sedative is three times the original amount, and it can only make you unconscious for 10 minutes. Your resistance to the drug is getting stronger and stronger."
"I see..." Su Huo lay on the bed, holding his head. "Then next time I hurt someone, just shoot me. It would be best to shoot me in the head with a bang, so I can die quickly. Or use a laser gun to smash my head before I can even react."
Zhang Jiang remained silent; the topic was too heavy, even though it was his most likely fate.
But he is the Firelord, the strongest in single combat, one of the "Federal Twin Blades," the Firelord who single-handedly wiped out a Zerg hive.
Right now, in the entire interstellar space, only the Zerg and he himself would want him dead.
Zhang Jiang took one last deep look at him lying on the bed, and then finally turned away.
"Someone will come over later to help you install the new glass... Hopefully it will last a while."
"A group of kids studying mecha design have also moved into the institute. As I mentioned before, your mecha project is intended for their research."
"I won't bother you anymore, you should rest now."
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