Ying Hao erupted in fury and rushed over, grabbing his collar and flinging him outside: "Kid, I’m warning you, if you’re smart, you’d best hand over the person, otherwise, you’ll regret it." This time, it was Ying Hao who exploded in rage! However, what surprised both of them was that the doctor, despite being violently grabbed by Ying Hao, showed an expression that was shockingly devoid of anything besides confusion: "Mr. Ying, what are you talking about? What person? I don’t understand at all!" "Don’t understand? Fine, I’ll tell you, that mental patient! Where exactly is the patient?" "Oh, you mean that one? She’s right here, in the basement. She’s a patient I admitted. What’s up? How do you know about this? Do you know her?" For a few seconds, Ying Hao, who was clutching him, and Ou Mucen standing at the door, were both silent! He actually admitted there was such a mental patient? Moreover, he voluntarily disclosed where she was? Inviting them to see? In an instant, Ou Mucen felt his heart, which was about to jump out of his chest, suddenly doused as if a basin of cold water was poured over it, bringing an icy chill. He indeed underestimated him! Ultimately, Ying Hao followed Qiu Chi to the basement to check, while he stood at the doorway for a moment, then headed directly to the "ward". Yes, the very ward he first visited, guided by Qiu Chi. Upon reaching the ward, before stepping inside, he heard the murmurings of someone talking to themselves inside, without logic or thought, resembling a person with disordered senses. He heard this, paused for a moment, then a mocking curve appeared at the corner of his lips. He took a deep breath, stepping from the entrance inside. The room was unchanged, still filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the elderly figure lying on the bed playing with a stuffed doll remained the same. Ou Mucen stood there watching, suddenly feeling an urge to laugh; the scene was truly absurd, meant for whom to see? He glanced at him, noticing he had no intention to turn around, thus he approached the fish tank, observing the two plump goldfish swimming inside: "I heard these goldfish are not easy to raise, surviving for three to five years is considered good; these two, with such clear scales, must be over ten years old?" "..." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel•fire.net No one responded to him, all he heard was the persistent murmurings of someone speaking incoherently behind. Upon hearing this, the corners of his lips curved slightly without uttering a word, and instead, he picked up fish food nearby, began tossing it in one by one. Goldfish are indeed tricky to keep; too much food, they die from overfeeding; too little, they starve; dirty water, they die from pollution; clean water can cause them to die from lack of microorganisms. Under such circumstances, these two little beings surviving for so long, it’s quite a pity if they die. But what can be done? He touched his most beloved possessions, what else could he do? One by one, he fed them until he saw the two red creatures flip belly up, only then did he stop, turning around slowly to look at him: "Like playing? I’ll join you!"