Li Tian noticed that the old dean knew very few Chinese characters, less than ten.
Then Li Tian also randomly wrote ten characters, ten characters with completely unrelated meanings.
There was even one that looked the same, which surprised Li Tian.
Li Tian wrote down ten directional words: up, down, left, right, east, west, south, north, front, and back.
The old man's writing of Li Tian still needs careful verification.
One of them, being a traditional Chinese character, was somewhat difficult for Li Tian to recognize.
Another reason is that the old dean was not skilled enough, and some of his strokes may have been wrong.
Anyone who has studied Chinese characters knows that sometimes a single mistake in a stroke can completely change the meaning.
Then the two exchanged their papers, which the old dean treasured and kept close to his body.
Li Tian needs to take it back and study it carefully.
With Wenwen's help, Li Tian returned to the ward.
Compared to the former dean, Li Tian didn't cherish those words as much.
Looking at the scribbles in front of Li Tian, Wenwen felt that this might be a special way for mentally ill people to communicate!
Ignoring Li Tian, who was still studying there, Wenwen walked out of Li Tian's ward.
They hadn't gone far when they saw Big Fatty, who seemed to be waiting for them.
"What's wrong, Fatty?" Wenwen asked curiously.
"Sister Wenwen, let's prepare for the old director's funeral! I've calculated that he might not be able to escape this fate!"
"What?"
Wenwen didn't doubt the fat man's words; his predictions were quite accurate.
Hearing him say that now, Wenwen was also shocked.
"Fatty, you can't just say things like that!" Wenwen still found it hard to believe.
"Really, Sister Wenwen, Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable!" Big Fatty looked heartbroken.
Seeing that Da Pang didn't seem to be joking, Wenwen said, "Then I'll quickly notify the doctors and have them monitor the old director at all times!"
The fat man sighed and said, "It's no use! It's really no use. Let's prepare for the worst."
Wenwen ignored Da Pang's nonsense, but she took his prediction to heart.
Watching Wenwen leave, Da Pang sighed again. Why is it that no one believes him when he tells the truth?
Why do you all treat me like I'm mentally ill?
I genuinely witnessed the old dean's reckless behavior, okay?
On the other side, Li Tian was also studying the words given by the old dean.
After Li Tian's repeated adjustments, the sentence finally became coherent.
"This time-travel nonsense, I'm not coming back."
Looking at these ten words, Li Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
It seems to be a complaint from a time traveler, which reminds him of the Nonsense Monument on Earth.
I feel that the two are similar in that they are both nonsense.
Li Tian looked at the ten characters carefully, but didn't sense any magical power.
It's just ten ancient Chinese characters, isn't it?
What's the difference?
Li Tian turned it over and over, but couldn't see anything different.
There were no signs of me touching any taboos, so it seems I'm really quite ill!
Now you're discussing metaphysics with a mentally ill person?
Li Tian couldn't help but laugh at himself, realizing that he had been acting increasingly abnormally lately.
I knew it! This is supposed to be an entertainment story, how did it turn into a story about the revival of spiritual energy?
Looks like I was overthinking it. It's just an entertainment novel. All that talk about spiritual energy revival is bullshit!
At the same time, the old dean also began to study the ten words given by Li Tian carefully.
Of the ten characters—up, down, left, right, east, west, north, south, front, and back—the old dean only recognized the character "down."
However, the old dean felt that this was already a blessing from heaven, and that the word "down" was his breakthrough point.
"Xiaoxue, push me to the small playground!" the old director ordered.
Xiaoxue was his personal nurse. Upon hearing the old director's words, she pushed him to the small playground.
When we were halfway there, we saw Wenwen running towards us.
Wenwen was also taken aback when she saw the old dean. Wasn't he perfectly fine?
Why are we already preparing for the old director's funeral?
At this moment, Wenwen also laughed, realizing that she had been led astray by Da Pang.
Wenwen even felt that if she stayed here any longer, she might end up like the current headmaster.
It seems it's time to leave, otherwise, staying here too long will only make me sick.
"Wenwen, where are you rushing off to?" the old dean asked.
Wenwen smiled awkwardly and said, "It's nothing, I just feel like I'm lacking exercise, so I'll go for a run!"
At this moment, Wenwen's inner monologue was, "I can't tell you to have someone prepare your funeral arrangements, or you'll kill me!"
"Oh, then go exercise!"
The old dean waved his hand, indicating that he had other important matters to attend to, and then let Wenwen leave.
Looking at the old hospital director behind her, Wenwen felt relieved that she hadn't called a doctor, otherwise she would have been incredibly embarrassed.
That fatso almost embarrassed me!
The fat man, who was not far away, sighed as he watched the old dean come to the small playground.
What's meant to happen will happen, old dean, may you rest in peace!
The old dean, completely unaware of anything amiss, picked up a prepared wooden stick and began drawing on the ground.
"Xiaoxue, stay away from me, I'm afraid you'll get hurt!"
Xiaoxue walked away helplessly; the old director's illness was getting worse and worse.
At this moment, Wenwen walked to Xiaoxue's side and said, "I feel that we can't do this line of work for too long. Prolonged use can lead to health problems!"
Xiaoxue deeply sympathized with Wenwen's words; the old dean was a living example.
"You're right, just look at the old director! Alas! What a pity!"
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