Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

Old Wang tucked a black leather wallet under his arm and strode into the hospital with his head held high and his chest puffed out. Passersby gave him a wide berth, not because he was particularly handsome, but because the bumps around his eyes were truly disgusting.

He was used to the stares. They were all just coveting his wealth. They saw his gold and silver, the thick gold chain around his neck, and the luxury car key dangling from his waist, and they knew he was a rich man. This was the pinnacle of life in their eyes.

He went to the registration desk. The female registrar jumped when she saw Old Wang, the things on his face nearly making her scream. But her professional training kicked in, and she told herself she couldn't make a sound, lest she offend him. She had dreamed of becoming a doctor, of healing the wounded, but her professional skills weren't strong enough, and she had missed her chance. She could only work as a registrar. But what was wrong with being a registrar? It was still serving the people.

"Beauty, which department do you think I should go to for this condition?" Old Wang asked, paying the registration fee. There were so many departments in the hospital, and he didn't know what was wrong with him. He was usually a very clean-living man, a very devoted person. He had never even touched his old yellow-faced wife.

The registrar looked at him carefully. At that moment, she felt like a doctor. "I suggest you go to the dermatology department. This could be a rare type of acne."

Old Wang had no idea what acne was. As long as it wasn't hemorrhoids, he was fine.

"Thanks, beauty."

Old Wang took the slip, tucked his leather wallet under his arm, and headed for the stairs. He passed a smooth, stainless steel wall and stopped. He spat on his hands, rubbed them together, and then habitually smoothed down his sparse hair. He didn't like being bald. He had once gone to a hair growth doctor, hoping for a new lease on life, but when he saw that the chief physician was also bald, he had left without a second thought. You're a so-called expert, and you can't even fix your own problem? And you're treating others for baldness? You must be sick.

Dermatology Department.

There was no one inside except for a doctor playing on his computer.

Old Wang walked in. "Doctor, take a look at these things growing around my eyes."

The doctor, a man in his forties, put down his mouse and looked at the patient's face. He was startled. "Have a seat here. Let me take a look."

The situation around Old Wang's eyes was a bit complicated. A normal person would just say, "You've got some serious acne. You should get a girlfriend."

The doctor leaned in close, examining Old Wang's face carefully. Seeing the bumps, he, a man who had been a doctor for twenty years, felt a little nauseous. It wasn't that he had never seen acne before, but this acne was particularly disgusting. It looked like something was moving inside. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. When things were too dense, it could create an illusion.

"Have you had any unclean activities recently?"

"No, absolutely not. I'm a very upright person, very clean-living. I never go to places like KTVs, bathhouses, or bars."

"Then what do you usually eat?"

"Just normal food. Not exactly delicacies, but I do like to eat salmon. At least six servings a day... Hey, doctor, what are you doing?"

Old Wang saw the doctor putting on white gloves and panicked a little. Is he going to operate?

"Don't be nervous," the doctor said. "I just want to see what's inside. If it's just normal pus, then it's nothing. I'll just prescribe you some medicine. But if it's something else, you might need to get a blood test."

"No, no, absolutely not. I've squeezed them myself. It hurt so much I almost passed out," Old Wang said, waving his hands and backing away. "The stuff I squeezed out was a green, viscous liquid. It was really disgusting. And I always feel uncomfortable in my abdomen and heart area, especially uncomfortable."

The doctor heard this and froze, his hands hovering in mid-air. Green, viscous liquid? What is that? Could it be some kind of infectious disease?

He wouldn't say anything more. Even if the patient agreed to let him squeeze them now, he wouldn't do it. It was too scary.

"You should get a blood test and an X-ray to see what's going on. I've been a doctor for many years, and I've never seen these symptoms before," the doctor said truthfully. The man's face was indeed terrifying.

Old Wang was helpless. It was the same process again: blood test, X-ray. This whole process would cost a lot of money. Did he think his money grew on trees?

There was nothing he could do. Old Wang left the dermatology department, paid for a blood test and an X-ray, and went through the fast track. He would get the results in an hour.

It was a good time to go see Little Leon.

He had introduced his little girlfriend to Little Leon. He had no choice. His old yellow-faced wife at home was a bit fierce. If she found out his little girlfriend was pregnant, she would come after them with a knife, and two lives would become three.

Later, he had discovered that Little Leon was quite smart and had a talent for being a lapdog. He had decided to let him take over. After all, it was Old Wang's child. Even if he wanted to raise it, he had to see if he was qualified.

The most crucial thing was that Little Leon lived very close to him. When Little Leon was at work, he, as the old Wang next door, could still go over and help out.

The inpatient department was in the next building, not far at all.

As he reached the ground floor of the inpatient department, Old Wang leaned against a pillar and closed his eyes for a moment. He felt very uncomfortable. His face was itchy, and something was squirming inside him. His body temperature was rising, as if a fire was burning within him.

He shook his head, trying to stay awake. He opened his eyes, but his vision was blurry. He felt terrible.

"Oh, right. I'm going to see Little Leon. Why am I here?"

He staggered towards the inpatient department. Passersby saw him and gave him a wide berth. At this moment, Old Wang looked very strange. Viscous saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as he stumbled into the elevator.

"Ah!"

The people in the elevator saw Old Wang and huddled in a corner, screaming in terror.

"Don't scream."

Old Wang lowered his head and pressed the button, his voice hoarse as he turned to them. He felt very unwell. The bumps around his eyes had burst, and a green, viscous liquid was flowing down. They weren't bumps; they were eyes.

"This is so uncomfortable."

Old Wang turned around, his expression becoming ferocious. "Help me see what's wrong with my face. It's so itchy and uncomfortable. It's unbearable."

The people huddled in the corner of the elevator let out piercing screams.

"Help! Help!"

In the hospital room.

"Why isn't Uncle Wang here yet?"

Leon was looking forward to his visit. He really wanted to thank Uncle Wang. If it weren't for him pulling the strings, he would never have met such a wonderful girlfriend.

Just then, the woman lowered her head and coughed, her face flushing slightly. Her body temperature suddenly rose, and she didn't look well.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Leon saw his girlfriend suddenly coughing, her face full of discomfort, and his heart ached. This was the woman he loved. She had been taking care of him in the hospital, bringing him fragrant chicken soup every day. Even though it sometimes lacked a chicken leg, that didn't matter.

"It's nothing. I just suddenly feel a little unwell," the woman said.

Leon was heartbroken. He had always wanted to tell her not to eat ice cream at night, that it was bad for her health. But he never had. It was her only hobby. He loved her, and how could he deprive her of one of her few pleasures?