Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 10 Snow Mountain Sect Breathing Technique
Sun Jing looked tired. Just as he sat down, the office phone rang. He picked up the phone, and a formulaic voice came out of the phone: "We have rescued the patients sent by your hospital, but he claimed Comes from another world, knows martial arts, has a senior brother, just killed someone..."

"After repeated inductions, our hospital confirmed that the patient had a mental illness and decided to send him back to your hospital."

"what?"

Just as Sun Jing wanted to ask, the other party had already hung up the phone. He has rich experience in treating mental illness, but he has never heard of it. Is this disease contagious?
Why does the boy they just sent over sound like Yan Xi's symptoms?
One Yan Xi is a big headache, but another patient with the same symptoms, what's the big deal?

Sun Jing hasn't figured it out yet, how can mental illness be contagious?A guard called to remind him that a patient had been sent over, the child who had just been sent away.

Sun Jing had no choice but to arrange hospitalization first. Now he remembered that he didn't know the origin of Yuechi, so he hurriedly made a few phone calls, but both the hospital where he was rescued and the nearby police station said that there was no such person.

The emergency hospital also sent the ICU bill to the mental hospital.

Sun Jing was speechless and asked the sky, why did he give the bill to the mental hospital?

Yan Xi was injected with a large dose of sedative again, and after a few hours of intensive observation, it was confirmed that there was no sign of illness for the time being, and he was allowed to have lunch.

Throughout the night, he was treated in various ways...

The life of a mental patient is really rich and colorful, and it is unbearable to look back.

When Yan Xi was eating, his hands were shaking. There was nothing he could do. He had been shocked too many times, and the human body did not recover so quickly.

"I want to practice martial arts, I really want to practice martial arts."

"When I'm good at martial arts, I'll shock these psychiatrists one by one. I'm mentally ill anyway, so I don't have to bear legal responsibility."

Yan Xi has spent a lot of time in the mental hospital, and occasionally feels that being a mental patient has some f*cking advantages.

Yan Xi thought about the martial arts in his mind, he knew at least three kinds of martial arts, and he also had a handbook on lightness skills, but after thinking for a while, he still felt that he couldn't have any love.

Practicing martial arts is too hard.

Whether it is White Ape Boxing, Bronze Elephant Kungfu, or Iron Bone Kungfu, they are all outsiders' kung fu, which requires the most clumsy strength. You have to get up early and stay late, and practice day and night. How can Yan Xi, an otaku author, bear this hardship?
As for the handwriting on qinggong that he got from Yun Jizi, let alone, he couldn't understand it at all. If he practiced it blindly, he might not live to be fifty-eight.

After weighing it over and over for a while, Yan Xizheng felt that he had no fate with martial arts, and his heart was very sad. Suddenly, he saw a nurse pushing a patient who was bandaged like a mummy to pass by.

All the patients in the psychiatric hospital have brain problems, and it is rare to see injured patients. He couldn't help but pay more attention, and found that they looked familiar.

The young man lying on the mobile hospital bed had delicate features, his eyes were gurgling, and he was very energetic. He kept muttering: "Where is this place? I want to go back to the Taoist temple, I want my second senior brother, and I want to avenge my master."

The nurse who pushed him was wary, for fear that the kid would jump up and go crazy.

"Moon Pond!"

"How did he send it back?"

"That's right! He's a little Taoist priest from another world, and he doesn't fit in with this world. It's no wonder he isn't considered mentally ill."

"Qinglongshan Mental Hospital is a professional hospital..."

"Bah! Why do I have the idea that mental hospitals are good? I'm afraid I have some serious illness."

Yan Xi's heart suddenly moved. Seeing Yuechi reminded him that he still has a martial art to practice, and it must not be hard.

"Yes!"

"I still have the Snow Mountain School breathing technique."

"Those people have murdered people to steal the sword manual of the Xueshan School. This thing is definitely better than the White Ape Fist, Bronze Elephant Kung Fu, and Iron Bone Kung Fu."

"I seem to have just entered the door."

Yan Xi gestured, and found that in the non-character state, the character data and story line could not be seen at all, so he could only give up, skip the data panel, and try his luck directly.

Yan Xi sat there in a daze, motionless, looking like a serious mental patient. Seeing that he was so quiet, the nurse felt relieved and didn't bother him at all.

When a manic psychosis suddenly quiets down, it is a sign of remission, and it is a good thing.

Yan Xi silently performed the Xueshan school's breathing technique, and countless weird formulas emerged in his mind. He had learned about meridians and other common sense when he was writing online articles, and he could easily perceive that there is a pain in the lower abdomen. A piece of cool.

With his efforts, the piece of coolness slowly moved to the perineum, warmed for a while in the perineum, rushed into the tailbone, and rushed several acupoints in one breath, and stopped at the gate of life.

Yan Xi wasn't restless, he just thought it was fun, commanding this piece of coolness, wandering back and forth in several acupoints, having a great time playing, until the nurse came to remind him that he needed to be treated, then he gave up resentfully.

Yan Xi was taken into the electric shock treatment room again and tied to the treatment equipment.It's not that Yan Xi has never resisted, but as a key patient in the department, there are several security guards watching each time, and the results of his resistance are very average. Now he has learned to bear the burden of humiliation, submit to it, and survive it.

When the electric current poured into the body, the coolness in Yan Xi's acupoints suddenly became active, creating a wonderful attraction.

Yan Xi could feel that the electric current pouring into the body could not stop flowing into the coolness, except for making his body crisp, there was no harm.

This surprise was extraordinary.

Yan Xi was so moved that he almost shed tears.

The doctor in charge of treatment saw that Yan Xi didn't respond and looked happy. He wondered if there was something wrong with the equipment, so he slightly increased the current.

After a while, he turned it up a little bit, and then he didn't dare to increase the current anymore. If something happened to the patient, he couldn't bear the responsibility.

After another electric shock treatment, Yan Xi only felt that his condition was better than ever.

He heard the attending doctor say: "Your electric shock treatment is over, congratulations, you don't need to come here in the future."

Yan Xi was quite disappointed, blurted out, and shouted: "I just felt the beauty of the electric shock, why did it stop? Can you make up a course of treatment?"

Sweating slightly on the doctor's forehead, he said in a low voice, "Hurry up and get the security over here, the patient Yan Xi is having an attack again."

Yan Xi resentfully said, "I'm not sick." Following the nurse, he went back to his ward.

After Yan Xi left, the doctor in charge of the electric shock treatment wrote in the medical record: The electric shock treatment had no effect at all, and the patient's symptoms worsened. It is recommended to change the treatment plan.

Yuechi looked at the ceiling, he couldn't understand at all, how did he get to this place?

Everyone here is very weird, he can't understand what they say, everything, including the house, is very strange, he misses the second senior brother, and also misses his own Taoist temple.

　Looking for investment, monthly pass, collection or something...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)