The Woman who Became the “Male” God

He Lin had previously suffered mental damage, and An Xian had been helping him heal, but she hadn't noticed any signs of cultivation in him. Later, because of the need for treatment, she taught the basic Qi training method.

Moreover, the He family is also one of the members of the Institute. How could He Lin, a descendant of the He family, appear on the list? Even if he is like Joe Uly, he is a container prepared by a certain blood relative, but they only need to raise him in captivity and train him secretly. There is really no need to participate in Jingming's so-called psychotherapy.

Is it just the same name and surname?

An Xian called out He Lin's relevant information, which recorded his personal information and treatment. The appearance at the age of three or four is very different from what it is now, but the date of birth and hair color and pupil color are the same, and it is very likely that they are the same person.

The symptoms are described as reactive mental illnesses with obsessive-compulsive symptoms. The main manifestations are loss of emotional control, nonsense, destruction of objects, occasional hallucinations, a strong desire for monopolization of things you like, and any attempt to **** will arouse his tyrannical emotions.

He Lin only underwent psychotherapy for more than a year, and never had a follow-up visit. His illness is healed in such a short time?

Although he doesn't know what happened, An Xian can be sure that He Lin has never practiced any exercises.

Is it really just an ordinary psychological treatment?

An Xian feels that things are not so simple. But after more than two decades, unless the person involved speaks actively, it will be difficult for her to find out the truth.

Pulling out He Lin's information and putting it aside, An Xian plans to look for clues from other patients who were at the same time as him.

She began to browse the information of more than one hundred other people one by one. Judging from the medical records alone, there was nothing weird about it. Until she randomly entered the names of several people and searched for their information on the Internet, she found a shocking obituary.

In this era, as long as someone dies, relatives and friends will post an obituary on the Internet to comfort the dead.

176 people, 149 obituaries. Except for a few who couldn't find any information, only 13 people are still alive. The time of death varies from three to seven years, and most of them died of mental riots.

Because patient information is confidential, geographically dispersed, and the cause of death is an extremely common mental riot, no one connects the deaths of these people.

An Xian looked at the young faces in front of her, and a huge anger arose in her heart.

This is the smallest group, and it is hard to imagine how many innocent lives the institute has killed over the years.

An Xian stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the patients who were playing in the playground downstairs. His mind was full of thoughts.

The power of several big families in the research institute is deeply rooted, and she can't shake her now, but she has what the other party dreams of—the method of cultivation and the way of longevity.

She will achieve the goals that they can't achieve in their entire life.

The greater the number of victims, the greater the consequences they will suffer in the future.

An Xian sat back at the computer desk and continued to check the information. It took a few hours to look at it, and it wasn't until Joe Uly came and knocked on the door that she realized that it was time for dinner.

She hides the information first, then walks out of the room and heads to the cafeteria with Joe Uly.

When he came to the cafeteria, An Xian met the three of Fulin.

Fulin's eye sockets are deep and haggard; Da Wu's nerves are tense and his vision is wandering; Xiao Wu's eyes are red and he does not squint.

Their appearance at the moment looks more like patients than the patients around them.

"Mr. Roy." Fulin asked solemnly, "My young master's condition seems to have stabilized. I wonder if I can leave?"

"The treatment of mental illness is not so easy, otherwise there would not be such a mental patient in the world." An Xian glanced at him indifferently.

"I reported the situation here to the master. He also thinks that the young master is not suitable to stay here to recuperate. I plan to send him to a regular hospital for a comprehensive examination." Folin increased his tone a little bit.

As if thinking of something, An Xian suddenly said, "Did I forget to tell you?"

Fulin was taken aback: "What?"

"I asked a special psychiatrist to appraise that Qiao Yuli’s disease is a memory disorder caused by schizophrenia, accompanied by mental disorders. When it is out of control, it is likely to hurt others and himself, and it has reached the minimum standard for compulsory admission. This hospital has the right to ask him to stay in the hospital for treatment until it is determined that he will not endanger himself or others." An Xian replied unhurriedly.

"Which psychiatrist you are talking about? Why don't I know?" Fulin was stunned.

"It's the one sitting behind you." An Xian gestured towards that side, "Donald, a fellow of the University of Atlanta School of Medicine, a professor of psychiatry, and a previous attending physician at St. Joseph's Hospital. You will never doubt his diagnosis. Bar?"

Fulin turned his head and saw a man in his 50s and 60s who was wearing a white coat, his hair was meticulously combed, and his academic temperament looked very stable.

He seemed to have heard of the name Donald, but he did not expect that Roy would be able to invite such a famous psychiatrist to come here for consultation.

Flynn stood up, straightened his clothes, walked to Donald, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Professor Donald."

Upon seeing this, Qiao Yuli whispered in An Xian's ear: "When did he give me a mental assessment?"

An Xian replied lightly: "Just now."

Joe Uly: "..." Isn't this kind of temporary lie that will be exposed in minutes?

Flynn talked with Donald for a long time, and when he came back, his face was very solemn, and he looked at Joe Uly worriedly: "I didn't expect your situation to be so serious."

Joe Uly: "???"

What did you talk to that doctor?

Fulin sighed: "Sorry, Master, I was too careless. You can stay here to recover from the illness, and I will tell the truth from the master."

Joe Uly: "???"

So what exactly did you talk to that doctor?

Squinting and peeking at An Xian, the latter looked calm. Joe Uly could only try to constrict his expression and make himself look a little gloomy.

"Mr. Roy, in order to be sure, can you show me the diagnosis report of my young master?" Flynn still had a doubt.

"No problem." An Xian answered readily.

Joe Uli looked sideways: Are you silent, even the diagnosis report is ready?

An Xian is really ready. The attending doctor is Donald. The report is very professional. Even an expert can find no mistakes, let alone a layman like Folin.

After Folin finished reading the report, An Xian added: "Schizophrenia has a certain hereditary nature. I suggest that your host also check it out to prevent it."

Fulin's face sank, and Wu Xiaowu looked at him with horror.

He even suspected that the head of the Qiao family was mentally ill? Although they suspected it, is it really good to say so blatantly?

After separating from Fulin and the others, Qiao Yuli followed An Xian to the clinic, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you afraid Fulin will find out?"

"Find what?"

"Donald is also a patient in a mental hospital!"

An Xian smiled: "Don't worry, the news of Donald's illness has not been made public. If you don't deliberately check it, Flynn will not know it. What's more, he is indeed a well-known psychiatric professor, but there is something wrong with his spirit. ."

Joe Uly: "...Well, I have one more question, how could he lie to you?"

"Didn't you tell me? There is something wrong with his spirit." An Xian said in a plain tone, "No matter who you ask him about his condition, he will automatically substitute for a medical record he has handled, and it can be seamless. There is no flaw in the connection."

Joe Uly: Are you sure he is really a doctor, not a professional liar?

"You don't care about Fulin, I will take care of it. If they want to take you away while I'm away, you should contact me immediately, and I will let them know that the mental hospital is not a place where mortals like them can go wild. "An Xian said in a harsh tone.

Joe Uly: Your lord, you are really domineering.

There is no problem at the mental hospital for the time being, An Xian plans to meet with He Lin to re-check his physical and mental condition, and must determine whether he has practiced any exercises. More importantly, determine whether he was taken away.

If he was really taken away by someone, it would represent the real He Lin, who was already gone as early as the age of three. Now this He Lin is just a certain ancestor of the He family resurrected through his body. In the process of seizing the house, his memory may appear to be mutilated, and he himself may not remember who he is.

But if his memory is not incomplete, and everything is just his disguise, it would be terrible. You must know that An Xian taught him a complete set of qigong practice. Although it was only a basic exercise, it undoubtedly pointed out a broad road for them who had studied the exercises for hundreds of years.

Thinking of this, An Xian immediately sent a text message to He Lin.

On the other side of the city, He Lin had just finished the meeting and was about to attend a banquet. He suddenly felt a slight shaking of his wrist. He raised his hand and saw that the word "Hua Hua" appeared on the screen.

He Lin's heart shrank, and he almost didn't believe his eyes.

Quickly open the text message: [Is there any time recently? I want to see your recovery. 】

Huahua asked him to meet!

He Lin second replied: [There is time for these few days, I will look for you at night. 】

After waiting for a minute, a new reply is sent: [Ok, I will wait for you at home. 】

Waiting for him at home?

He Lin's mood instantly flew, and while walking briskly downstairs, he said to Feituo: "Go to Siyou Mountain."

Fractalist was shocked: "Now?"

"Um."

"But hey," Fractalist reminded, "you have another banquet to attend later."

"It's just an ordinary banquet, you can just push it out for me." Huahua took the initiative to invite him for the first time, even if it was a state banquet, he would create conditions to attend the appointment.

Fractalist was speechless, so he could only inform the secretary and let her arrange it. As long as that leader is involved, someone immediately becomes insecure.

Speaking of which, they haven’t contacted for several months, and Fractalist thought that his father He had been dumped by the leader...