85: Chapter 85 Yang Bai visits the sick and discovers the illness

Leaving [Oulaisi Art Museum], Yang Bai drove his Jiaolong sports car along the street.

Arriving in front of a flower shop, Yang Bai rolled down the car window and nodded at the shop owner.

The latter put down the watering can in his hand, went into the shop, and brought out a large bouquet of prepared carnations.

"Young man, your pre-ordered carnations."

The shopkeeper carefully placed the carnations on the passenger seat of the Jiaolong sports car, then smiled and nodded at Yang Bai.

Yang Bai nodded slightly, acknowledging the shopkeeper, then stepped on the gas and drove forward.

[Navigation: Destination changed to Anxin Mountain Hot Spring Sanitarium.]

One hour later.

Yang Bai arrived at the foot of Anxin Mountain and parked his car in the parking lot at the base of the mountain.

The entire Anxin Mountain was designated for the two sanitarium estates on the mountainside and the summit. Because those receiving treatment here were all wealthy and powerful wounded individuals, aircraft and vehicles were prohibited from entering the vicinity of this mountain.

Yang Bai picked up the carnations and walked toward the entrance gate of Anxin Mountain.

"Hello, please show your appointment and proof of family identity." The attendant at the entrance stopped Yang Bai and said in a serious tone.

Yang Bai swiped his finger to open the Divine Domain Network and displayed the prepared entry pass to the guard.

Upon seeing Yang Bai's name, the guard's pupils constricted sharply. After verifying it multiple times, he clicked his heels together and said respectfully, "Anxin Mountain Hot Spring Sanitarium welcomes you."

Yang Bai nodded, then carried the carnations and walked onto the mountain path of Anxin Mountain.

Although there was a cable car for going up the mountain not far from the gate, the environment of this mountain was very good, making it worth it for Yang Bai to hike up.

"Whew~"

"So comfortable. This is the place where the rich recuperate; even breathing costs money."

After the Star Sea World opened, the technological level of Blue Star had achieved a qualitative leap, with various high-tech buildings standing everywhere. Finding such a vibrant mountain forest was not an easy task.

If not for the special pass given by Zhou Zheli, Yang Bai wouldn't even have a place to park.

"Look quickly, is that him?"

"Wow, it really is him. So handsome."

"By the way, why would he come to Anxin Mountain?"

"Don't know. Sigh, do you think he's here to look for that person?"

...

In the mountain forest, people were coming and going. When they saw Yang Bai, they inadvertently stopped and sized up the young man holding flowers.

Gu Sichao was right. Ever since Yang Bai cultivated the White Jade Creation Art and became a Cultivator at the Immortal Venerable level,

his entire being was like an unpolished jade. Whether it was his temperament, physique, or appearance, all had undergone tremendous changes, completely devoid of his original nerdy look.

Yang Bai walked along the mountain path in the woods, holding the pure white carnations. Sunlight filtered through the trees, creating a Tyndall effect and spilling onto Yang Bai.

Like an immortal descending from the heavens.

Arriving at the mountainside, a new Chinese-style sanitarium was situated there. At this moment, a therapist was already standing there, waiting for Yang Bai's arrival.

The female therapist, wearing a gentle beige uniform, said seriously:

"Mr. Yang Bai, we received instructions from Mr. Zhou to wait for you here. However, there is one thing I hope you understand: the young lady is not in a good mood, especially when she hears your name."

Yang Bai nodded, his expression somewhat awkward, and said: "I know. After all, I was the one who personally planted the Heart Demon, and I even used the corpses of her teammates to inflict it."

The female therapist frowned and asked curiously: "Heart Demon? Is this a special type of magic?"

Yang Bai shook his head and said: "It's not magic. It belongs to a special type of hypnotic suggestion that can forcibly implant negative emotions like fear and terror into the other person's mind."

"So it's an unknown hypnotic method. Interesting. Hearing you say this, Mr. Yang Bai, I suddenly recall that there seem to be records of Heart Demons in the history of the Longyan Xia Kingdom and the Yingmucao Kingdom."

The female therapist nodded and continued.

Yang Bai raised an eyebrow, surprised by the therapist's erudition, and said:

"Indeed, there were records of Heart Demons in ancient times. The Longyan Xia Kingdom generally used them in military applications to strengthen the army's capabilities. As for the Yingmucao Kingdom, it seemed to be some kind of second-rate sorcery."

"But if we use current terminology, it should be called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, although it is man-made."

"Haha, Mr. Yang Bai, you are very humorous."

The female therapist smiled slightly, but then thought of something, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Yang Bai noticed the therapist's reaction and asked with his eyes.

The therapist thought for a moment, then said: "Actually, I have watched your matches. From your performance in the matches, I noticed some issues."

Yang Bai stopped in his tracks and asked: "Me? Do I have any issues?"

"It might be presumptuous of me to say this." The female therapist shook her head, her face looking slightly troubled.

"It's fine. Being presumptuous is better than something going wrong," Yang Bai said firmly.

The female therapist sighed and said seriously:

"Mr. Yang Bai, my name is Han Xueyan. I graduated from the Lorenstein Medical School and hold dual doctorates in Psychology and Mechanical Psychiatry, specializing in the treatment of traumatic psychological disorders and artificial intelligence."

"In terms of psychotherapy, I am a professional. Therefore, I think you seem to have mania."

Han Xueyan's words left Yang Bai stunned in place. He looked at Han Xueyan in disbelief, his eyes seemingly asking, 'Are you sure?'

Han Xueyan nodded, then took out a diagnostic report and a business card and handed them to Yang Bai, saying:

"This is the psychological profile I made for you. You can take a quick look. Also, this is my business card; you can come to me for psychotherapy at any time."

Yang Bai put both items into his pocket, his expression somewhat subtle. After all, he was just visiting a patient, and unexpectedly, he ended up being diagnosed with mania by a professional psychology Ph.D.

Anyone in his position would find it hard to accept calmly.

"Alright, we've arrived."

Han Xueyan led Yang Bai to a room and said: "For the safety of Miss Zhou, I will enter with you."

As she spoke, Han Xueyan opened the door.

"Clang!"

Yang Bai's heart stirred. He subconsciously dodged to the side, and a glass vase with flowers flew past him, smashing against the wall and exploding.

"I said, don't come in at this time!!!"

Zhou Qingyu had bandages wrapped around her face. Like a little lion, she roared at the door.

"Miss Zhou, this is..."

Before Han Xueyan could finish, another vase was thrown over.

"Clatter!"

Yang Bai caught the vase with one hand, dumped out the flowers inside, and inserted his own carnations.

Then, he lunged toward Zhou Qingyu with a swift step, grabbed her wrist, pressed his elbow against her back, and with a swift grappling maneuver, pinned her onto the bed with one hand.

In Zhou Qingyu's terrified gaze, Yang Bai tapped his finger on her forehead, channeling spiritual energy into Zhou Qingyu's spiritual sea.

"The Great Dao is formless, giving birth to heaven and earth. The Great Dao is ruthless, operating the sun and moon. The Great Dao has no name, nourishing all things. I do not know its name, so I force a name upon it: [Dao]..."