Chapter 133: Mental Hospital

When Qin Yanchuan goes out, he naturally won't bring a cat with him.

Shi Yang wanted to know where he was going, so he climbed down Qin Yanchuan's neck and quickly got into his coat.

Then a cat's head popped out from the coat, looking up at the humans with clear and innocent eyes, pinching its throat and meowing softly.

Take me out now, take me out now!

A male cat who loves to act coquettishly, just like Shi Yang.

Thinking of Shi Yang, Qin Yanchuan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his index finger and poked the cow cat's forehead.

"You can't run around or urinate or defecate anywhere."

"Meow!"

What is he thinking? He is an elegant and civilized cat, highly educated, different from ordinary cats. How could he urinate and defecate anywhere?

So, Shi Yang was put into Shi Tiebiao's cat bag by Qin Yanchuan and was carried out of the door.

During the morning rush hour, the black commercial vehicle drove on the road for an hour before reaching its destination.

Shi Yang originally thought that Qin Yanchuan was going to a hospital, but unexpectedly it was a mental hospital.

Well, a mental hospital is also a hospital.

Qin Yanchuan opened the cat bag and took out the cow cat that was lying inside and looking around curiously.

As soon as I got off the car, a doctor in a white coat came to greet me. He politely called me "Master Qin" and took a few more glances at the cat in his arms.

Shi Yang was leaning leisurely in Qin Yanchuan's arms, playing with his fluffy tail, and glancing at the doctor lazily.

The doctor couldn't help but wonder in his heart, this little fat cat...could it be the prince?

"Master Qin, this way please."

Qin Yanchuan held the cat and followed the doctor inside.

It was Shi Yang’s first time to be in a mental hospital. It should be a private one and it looked quite luxurious.

Unlike ordinary hospitals, patients are kept indoors and cannot run around.

Even from a distance, Shi Yang could hear the patients' noises and cries, and some were laughing in a very creepy way.

Qin Yanchuan seemed not to have heard it. His expression remained unchanged and he followed the doctor without looking away.

It seems like I've been here many times.

A few minutes later, Qin Yanchuan followed the doctor to a single room.

The scene inside can be seen through a transparent wall. The decoration and layout inside are the same as those of a luxury hotel, but the furniture and supplies are covered with anti-collision strips, and there is a man lying on the hospital bed.

To be precise, a man was tied to a hospital bed.

The man looked to be in his sixties, with grey hair, a haggard face, and a piece of gauze on his forehead.

His bloodshot eyes stared silently at the ceiling, and his cracked, pale lips trembled, as if he was saying something.

The doctor said to Qin Yanchuan, "We found out yesterday that Mr. Qin has lung cancer, and it's already in the late stage."

"He also tried to commit suicide, but we stopped him in time. Afterwards, he strongly requested to see you."

When Shi Yang heard this, he was startled. Mr. Qin? Could this be Qin Yanchuan's father?

After seeing the people inside and hearing what the doctor said, Qin Yanchuan's reaction was still calm, "Go in."

The doctor opened the tightly closed door of the ward and Qin Yanchuan walked in.

The old man on the bed heard the noise and immediately looked out the door. After seeing Qin Yanchuan, his emotions suddenly became excited and he began to struggle hard.

But his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move.

Qin Yanchuan ordered the doctor: "You go out first."

The doctor turned and walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving the space for the father and son who were like enemies.

Qin Zhengde's chest rose and fell violently due to excitement. His eyes, which had experienced many ups and downs, stared at Qin Yanchuan intently, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Qin Yanchuan, you... you are such an unfilial son!"

Qin Yanchuan pulled a chair over and sat down about one meter away from the bed, crossing his legs casually.

He caressed the cat in his arms nonchalantly and said in a nonchalant tone: "It's almost dead, why don't you just stop?"

Beneath the normal tone, there was a deep gloom and coldness.

It was the first time that Shi Yang saw Qin Yanchuan like this. He looked up at the man's mature and handsome face for a while, then turned to look at the old man on the hospital bed.

Qin Zhengde looked extremely haggard and was barely breathing. He had lost all of the vigor and vitality he had in his youth.

Shi Yangzi looked at him carefully for a long while before he found some similarities between that old face and Qin Yanchuan.

It should be said that Qin Yanchuan's eyebrows are somewhat like his.

Shi Yang didn't know about the grudge between the father and son. The plot of the novel mainly tells the story of the protagonist Mu Ning and the Qin twins, but there is not much description about the twins' uncle in the novel.

"Ten years..." Qin Zhengde murmured in a low voice: "Qin Yanchuan, you have locked your biological parents in this broken mental hospital for ten years..."

"I spent all my energy raising you and nurturing you, and this is how you repay me!"

At this point, his emotions became excited again, and he shouted at Qin Yanchuan at the top of his voice: "You wicked thing, kill me if you dare!"

Shi Yang was startled by his sudden reaction and couldn't help burying his face in Qin Yanchuan's arms.

Qin Yanchuan touched the kitten's head soothingly, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, but there was no warmth in his amber eyes.

He called out to his father, "I am treating you."

"Once your illness is cured, you will be able to go out naturally."

Qin Zhengde was so angry that he yelled, "You! You!"

He had barely begun to speak when he couldn't help but burst into a violent cough.

If a normal person is locked up in a mental hospital for ten years, living with patients with mental problems day after day for ten years, even if he is not sick, he will be forced to become mentally ill.

The thing Qin Zhengde regretted most in his life was raising such a selfish, cold-hearted and ruthless son, and letting him seize power and usurp the throne.

This unfilial son should have been strangled to death!

Qin Yanchuan didn't want to waste time listening to a mentally ill person going crazy at him.

He held the cat in his arms and stood up slowly. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Stop... stop!"

Qin Zhengde's tone slowed down, even pleading, "I won't live much longer anyway, just let me go for the sake of our past relationship as father and son."

Qin Yanchuan stopped and looked back, his face expressionless.

He called out "father" again, his tone full of sarcasm, "Why don't you let your good son come and pick you up?"

Having said that, he left without looking back.

Only Qin Zhengde was left lying on the hospital bed, his face turning red and white with anger.