Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

At the hospital entrance.

An ambulance was already parked and waiting.

Vice Director Lee stood beside it, the misty drizzle dotting his somewhat haggard face. Though a happy event should have lifted his spirits, having the two mental patients in his hospital kept his heart on edge.

He nonchalantly wiped the rain from his face, casually flashing the several-hundred-dollar, market-leading digital watch on his wrist. An air of understated elegance quietly mischievousness escaped him.

"Vice Director, it's raining. You should go back inside. I'll take them to the asylum," the humble driver said, concerned for his superior. He hoped to win the Vice Director's favor. If he could get recognized, his life could change dramatically.

He had seen the article the Vice Director had posted on his social media feed. The words were sincere and filled with noble ideals, and they subtly hinted that Vice Director Lee would soon become the Director. The "Vice" was about to disappear into the river of history. He dreamed of leaving a casual yet moving comment on the Vice Director's post, a rainbow of praise.

But thinking of the gap between them, he suppressed the urge. Just being able to see the Vice Director's posts was an honor in itself. How could he leave such a vulgar comment? He didn't even have the right to praise him.

"You..." Vice Director Lee looked at the driver and shook his head. "I need to take them myself. I won't be at ease until I see them back at Green Mountain Asylum with my own eyes."

"You truly are a dedicated and good director," the driver said.

If you kiss enough ass, you can climb the ladder.

He had once been an upright man, incapable of flattery. He had worked at the emergency center for many years, his driving skills honed to perfection, capable of drifting through drainage ditches. But he had been a driver for ten years and was still just a driver. A younger man who had joined the team years after him had become his superior in just two short years through flattery and sycophancy.

He had been resentful. I'm more skilled than him, more capable. My driving is better. Why wasn't I promoted?

Then one day, his drunken superior had clapped him on the shoulder and said, "You're very capable, very skilled. I see it all. But I can't let you go. If you leave, where would I find such a talented subordinate? So just keep doing a good job here, until I retire."

"As for him, he has no real skills, just a silver tongue. He makes me feel good. If he leaves his post, it won't affect me. Anyone can leave, but you can't."

From that day on, he had an epiphany. It wasn't that he wasn't good enough; it was that he was too good for them to let go.

Vice Director Lee's face was expressionless, but he was in a good mood. He handed the driver a cigarette.

The driver accepted the cigarette with flattered surprise, as if it were a priceless treasure. He carefully lit it, took a slow drag, and his eyes widened in a look of ecstasy.

"A fine cigarette! The flavor is perfect, the color is captivating, the smoke is pure and unadulterated. A truly fine cigarette."

He wasn't smoking a cigarette; he was smoking an opportunity to kiss ass.

"Fourteen a pack. It's strong, but not exactly fine," Vice Director Lee said, taking a drag himself. His deep eyes gazed at the hospital entrance in the distance. He was waiting for those two figures. Once they were back at the asylum, he could finally relax.

"The Director has saved countless lives," the driver said sincerely. "Like a holy angel descending to earth. The cigarette held between his fingers has a divine taste. It's my honor to smoke a cigarette given to me by the Director. I say this from the bottom of my heart."

Vice Director Lee patted the driver's shoulder, once again casually flashing his understated yet market-leading digital watch. He said nothing more, but the meaning in his eyes was clear.

You... are not bad.

Just then, the figures he had been longing for appeared.

Several doctors pushed two gurneys towards them. They marveled at the sight. The only ones who could get the Vice Director to personally drive them were these two special VIPs.

"What's the situation here?" Vice Director Lee asked, seeing Walter lying on one of the gurneys. He was a bit confused. There was nothing wrong with him. Why was he taking up a spot?

"There was nothing we could do," a doctor explained. "He insisted on lying down, otherwise he wouldn't go. So we had to let him."

Vice Director Lee was exhausted. Are these people even human? Our doctors worked tirelessly to save you, brought you back from the brink, and we can forgive you for not saying thank you. But you can't keep taking advantage of our hospital's resources.

Fine! Fine!

As long as I can get you out of here, you can have the two gurneys for free.

After Leo's stem cell donation, the doctors had given him a full-body checkup, just in case. No matter how unwelcome he was, as doctors, they had to be thorough.

It's not that we don't want to see you. It's that you come too often, so often that our bodies can't take it anymore. Distance creates beauty. Occasional encounters deepen affection. Frequent meetings make everything dull and boring. I hope you can understand.

Leo lay on the gurney, his calm eyes gazing at the misty sky. He raised an arm, trying to catch the raindrops. Why doesn't it hurt when the rain falls from so high up?

Would it hurt for a person to fall from the sky?

This was a question worth pondering.

Mark Zhang ran through the drizzle towards them. He had heard that Leo was leaving and had rushed to see him off. Even though he was a mental patient, he had saved his daughter.

"Benefactor, thank you. Thank you so much. When my daughter is well, I will bring her to see you."

Leo paid no attention to Mark. He was staring at the sky, his heart calm, focused only on his perception of nature. The Qi cultivation method began to circulate, and the energy particles floating in the air slowly flowed into his body.

"Load them up. Let's go."

Vice Director Lee stamped out his cigarette butt and waved his hand impatiently. He then looked at the driver. "You ride shotgun. I'm driving today."

"To be able to learn driving techniques from the Vice Director is the honor of my life," the driver said.

Vice Director Lee didn't say much more. His mind was focused on one simple thing.

Even if the sky fell, the rivers ran dry, the rocks crumbled, and the heavens shattered, nothing could stop him from returning these two mental patients to the Green Mountain Asylum.

Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Wee-woo!

The ambulance sped away from the hospital. Vice Director Lee's driving skills were not bad. With a "Divine Dragon Swings its Tail" maneuver, he took a sharp turn and disappeared from the view of the many doctors watching.

Vice Director Lee's sense of responsibility was immense. If a news reporter had been there, they would have snapped a photo of the ambulance's taillights. It would have made the front page of the next day's paper.

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The doctors standing there seemed to hear a voice drifting from the speeding ambulance.

"Vice Director, your driving skills are amazing! I've never seen such amazing driving skills!"

"Can you teach me?"