Chapter 22: The Treatment Level Continues to Rise

"Cut the crap, what do you want with me after following me for so long?"

Ivan's tone was not very friendly.

There were only two reasons for someone to follow another person.

Either they wanted to attack him, or they wanted him to do something.

Ivan didn't like either of these things.

Watson smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions. I just have something to discuss with you."

"Sorry, there's nothing to discuss."

Ivan didn't hesitate at all. He waved his hand and picked up the things he had just bought, preparing to leave.

???

Three question marks appeared above Watson's head.

He didn't expect Ivan to be so straightforward.

Perhaps the time wasn't right. He might as well come again next time.

Thinking of this, Watson didn't disturb too much. Instead, he smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll bring two bowls of instant noodles next time. We can watch movies all night."

He knew that disturbing too much would only leave a bad impression.

It would be better to come back next time after he was fully prepared.

Ivan didn't say anything after watching Watson leave.

Although he was very grateful to Watson for helping him today.

But Ivan knew very well that there must be trouble if someone helped him for no reason.

So it was better to reject him outright.

After returning home, Ivan went to the public water heater in the corridor and made the beef noodles with peppercorns.

He took it back and placed it on the table. After waiting for three minutes, the fragrant smell instantly filled the entire room.

Ivan tore off the lid and added three sliced sausages.

Slurp—

He took a mouthful of noodles. The sour and refreshing taste went straight to the depths of his soul!

After finishing the noodles, Ivan didn't hesitate and lay down on the bed.

He held the key and thought.

The surrounding environment changed drastically in an instant.

Everything was pitch black, and some distorted clocks hung in the space.

Ivan found the door with ease. After opening the door, he went straight to Ward One.

The old man in the ward was still lying on the bed, reading a book leisurely.

"Fellow Daoist, you're here again?" The old man put down the book in his hand and smiled slightly.

"Hello, Daoist." Ivan also nodded slightly.

This time, the old man put down the book in his hand, stroked his white beard, and stood up.

"Little friend, are you here to treat my illness?"

"Treat your illness? You're not sick. Where did you get the idea of treating your illness? I'm just here to chat with you."

Ivan smiled slightly and spoke without changing his expression.

After hearing this, the old man shook his head gently. "Little friend, don't lie to me. If I'm not sick, why would I be in such a place?"

Ivan looked at the old man's appearance, and his mind raced.

Don't be fooled by how normal this mental patient looks. In fact, he is only normal during a certain period of time.

Once he is stimulated or questioned, he will immediately go crazy.

This was also the reason why the treatment level was only three percent.

According to what Charline said during the club lesson.

For this kind of mental patient, it was best to go along with what he said.

Then at the right moment...

"So, do you... think you're mentally ill?"

Ivan looked at the old man and asked calmly.

When the old man heard this, he was stunned as if struck by lightning.

He looked at Ivan, unable to say anything for a long time. In the end, he could only let out a bitter laugh.

"I don't remember how long I've been sick."

As he spoke, the old man put his hands behind his back and looked out the window.

His eyes seemed to be reminiscing about something.

A line of words appeared above the old man's head:

Treatment level: 5%.

At that moment, a stream of spiritual energy instantly entered Ivan's body and transformed into his own spiritual energy.

Every time he felt this way, it was as if the impurities in his body were being drawn out, and his body became extremely comfortable.

"By the way, what should I call you?" Ivan looked at the old man and asked with a smile.

"My name is Lawrence West "

"So you're Senior West!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately turned to look at Ivan and then laughed.

"Senior? Hahaha, it's been a long time since I've heard someone call me that. The last time someone called me that seemed to be a long, long time ago."

Although West's eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was reminiscing.

But there was a smile on his face, and he was obviously in a good mood.

Treatment level: 7%.