Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

March 7th.

Clear Skies!

A gentle breeze blew, perfect weather for an outing.

Hua Tian Triple-A Hospital, Inpatient Ward.

Leo woke up from a dream, opened his eyes, and saw someone staring intently at him. He recognized the man: it was One-Eye, the one who had refused to wave goodbye and be their friend.

That's right.

One-Eye was back at the hospital. He had sworn he would never interact with the two mental patients again, but after a night of deep thought and chain-smoking several packs of cigarettes until his throat was dry, he had thrown caution to the wind. He had entered the hospital room, moved a chair to the foot of the bed, crossed his legs, and was now glaring at Leo.

"Hello, we meet again."

Leo sat up and extended his hand. The bandages wrapped around his body tore open.

One-Eye frowned. He was electrocuted to that state, and he can still move? Doesn't the torn wound hurt?

One-Eye ignored Leo's outstretched hand. Handshakes? I'm never shaking a mental patient's hand as long as I live. He just kept staring at Leo.

Leo liked this kind of stare. Only friends could maintain eye contact for so long. He smiled and stared back at One-Eye.

Walter woke up, clamoring for a Sprite. Seeing One-Eye in the hospital, he broke into a happy grin. The good person was back! Seeing him and Leo staring at each other, he eagerly joined in, also smiling and staring back at One-Eye.

On the other bed, Mark Zhang was feeding his daughter breakfast. Seeing the situation next to them, his hands trembled slightly.

He was scared. One-Eye was definitely not normal. If he were, why would he be having a staring contest with a mental patient, his benefactor?

As time went on, One-Eye found he couldn't stand their combined gaze any longer.

They're completely insane.

If even a powerful master like him couldn't take it, he imagined others would have an even harder time.

"Are you here to give me another chance? Don't worry, I'll definitely succeed this time," Walter said earnestly. "Are you willing to give me this chance?"

He really wanted to help this good person. Even if they weren't friends yet, he knew the man before him was a good person, and he was willing to help any good person.

One-Eye glanced at Walter, his meaning clear: Get lost...

"I know you don't believe me, but I'm telling you the truth. I've figured it out. The main reason for the previous failures was your remaining eye. If we blind your remaining eye, I can do the acupuncture in one go and make both your eyes grow back."

"Do you believe me?"

Walter spoke with such seriousness that it didn't seem like a joke at all. When a mental patient spoke so seriously about a problem, it meant the problem itself was very serious.

One-Eye took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart.

He was furious. Even a mental patient thinks I'm crazy?

"You should trust him one more time. He's really amazing," Leo said, speaking up for Walter. He really wanted his friend to be able to help his friend.

One-Eye didn't want to talk. The price of trusting him was blinding his one good eye. If he trusted him, then his own mind might really be sick.

Right, I shouldn't have come here. What could I possibly get out of talking to them?

He stood up and left the room.

Walter hung his head dejectedly. "So he doesn't believe me."

"That's his loss," Leo comforted him.

"Mmm," Walter nodded. "I'm thirsty."

"I'm thirsty too."

"Ah! My needle case is gone! They stole my treasure! I'm so sad!"

Leo took out a Coke and a Sprite from the cabinet. The taste was all wrong, but there was nothing else to drink, so they had to make do. He really missed being at home.

"Have a drink."

"Okay."

They were good at forgetting their troubles, preferring to be happy at all times.

Vice Director's Office.

Lee Fortune lay back leisurely in his chair, sipping tea. As Vice Director, he didn't get many opportunities to operate himself, but after Leo's surgery, he could proudly tell everyone, My blade is still sharp. I can still go three hundred rounds.

Knock, knock!

"Come in."

Lee Fortune saw a one-eyed man walk in. He looked familiar. Oh! Isn't this the guy who was in the same room as those two mental patients last time?

His emotions immediately flared. "Yes, it's you! You ran off without paying the medical bills, and now you dare to show your face here again?"

One-Eye glanced at him, took out a certificate from his pocket, tossed it onto the desk, and then brazenly sat down on the leather sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table. He waited in silence.

Lee Fortune thought he was pulling out a gun and was a little scared. When he saw what it was, he realized he had overreacted and breathed a sigh of relief. Come to think of it, I, Lee Fortune, heal the wounded and am friendly to all. Where would I get an enemy?

But he was still angry. This One-Eye was so rude. This was the Vice Director's office of the Hua Tian Triple-A Hospital. It was polite enough that he had knocked, but what was this now? Propping his feet up on the coffee table. Did he know how expensive this coffee table was? It was a solid wood coffee table that he had saved up for a long time to buy.

A small booklet on the table.

What was this? Did he think a small booklet could make him, Lee Fortune, forgive him? He was dreaming.

He picked up the booklet with disdain and flipped through it casually. As he read, his eyes widened, and his expression became serious. The trace of disdain vanished without a trace.

Lee Fortune walked over to One-Eye, respectfully handed him the certificate with both hands, and said humbly, "Good day, Leader. I didn't realize you were inspecting our hospital. This is a great honor for us."

"Would you like some tea, Leader? It's top-grade, absolutely authentic."

He didn't even wait for One-Eye to answer. He personally made the tea, respectfully placed the steaming cup on the coffee table in front of One-Eye, and then stood respectfully to the side, like a soldier waiting for his general's command.

One-Eye took a sip of the tea and nodded in satisfaction. "Mmm, not bad. Good tea."

Lee Fortune was flattered and his mouth spewed praises.

"I'm glad you like it, Leader. The person I respect most is you. The people of Seaside City can live and work in peace thanks to you."

"You've worked hard, Leader."

"Please have some tea, Leader."

If Director Hess had seen Lee Fortune's attitude, he would have definitely said, You really are a deeply hidden lapdog.

"I want to know all the data about Leo's physical condition during the surgery. Can you do that?" One-Eye asked, getting straight to the point.

"Please rest assured, Leader. I will bring the data right away. Please wait a moment," Lee Fortune said.

A moment later, Lee Fortune placed a file containing the surgical data in front of One-Eye.

"Leader, everything you need is here. Please see if anything is missing. If you need it, we also have a sample of his blood, which we can bring to you for your research."

One-Eye was very satisfied with this Vice Director. He carefully took the file, stood up, and patted his shoulder. "Mmm, you're not bad. I have high hopes for you."

Lee Fortune was flattered and said with a serious expression, "It is my honor to serve you, Leader."

One-Eye took the file and left. As he reached the door, he turned back and asked, "I still haven't paid the medical bills. How much is it?"

Lee Fortune looked surprised. "Medical bills? What medical bills? It is our honor to serve you, Leader. How could we possibly charge you? I only hope you have time to come by more often."

As he said this, he felt that something was not quite right. Coming to the hospital often wasn't a good thing. He quickly corrected himself.

"Come by for inspections more often."