"Slap!"
As the middle-aged woman approached the middle-aged man, she raised her angry hand and slapped him across the face.
"You, you lunatic, why are you insulting my daughter!" the middle-aged woman exclaimed, filled with rage.
The middle-aged man was instantly stunned.
Who was he? A senior executive of a listed company, a man of high society, yet he was being slapped by a frail-looking middle-aged woman.
How could the middle-aged man tolerate this? He pointed at the middle-aged woman and began to curse her loudly.
"Hahaha, you son of a bitch, hahaha, you dog, hahaha, you dare, haha..."
The middle-aged man wiped away tears of laughter. He found that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
He then looked at Chen Fan, "Kid, hahaha, you, what did you hahaha, do to me?! Hahaha."
He desperately wanted to get angry, his heart filled with immense fury, but he couldn't even muster an angry expression, his facial muscles contorted into a stiff smile.
"Notify the psychiatric department to admit this patient. Remember, this person is extremely dangerous, so everyone be careful. It's best to tie him up," Chen Fan ignored the middle-aged man and directly instructed the nearby security guards.
Seeing this, the security guards hurried towards the psychiatric department to inform the doctors and nurses.
"Hahaha, I'm not crazy! Hahaha, I'm not crazy!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly in the hall.
Soon, doctors and nurses from the psychiatric department arrived.
"Hahaha, I'm really not crazy, kid, hahaha, get out of my way, hahaha, let me leave!" the middle-aged man yelled, pointing at Chen Fan who was blocking his path.
His demeanor was even more like that of a madman than a madman.
The arriving doctors and nurses became visibly tense.
One doctor even ordered, "Prepare ropes and a stun baton. This patient's condition is very serious, and he's likely to exhibit violent tendencies. If he resists, take him down!"
Upon hearing that they were preparing ropes and a stun baton, the middle-aged man's eyes widened.
"You, you sons of bitches, hahaha, I hahaha, don't have any illness! Hahaha, don't you hahaha, understand what I'm saying?!" the middle-aged man said, pointing at the doctors and nurses around him.
The leading male doctor quickly replied, "We know, we know you're not sick. We're just inviting you for a cup of tea. Relax, don't be nervous, we won't hurt you. We're all your friends."
The male doctor employed the same tactics used on psychiatric patients, slowly approaching the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man wished he could strangle this doctor right then and there. A cup of tea? How could he possibly believe the man's words.
"Damn it, hahaha, I'm really not sick, haha, are you all deaf?!" the middle-aged man's emotions grew more agitated, and tears streamed down his face.
After laughing for so long, his cheeks ached, and he couldn't close his mouth properly, giving him a grotesque appearance.
Just then, a doctor holding a stun baton, seeing the middle-aged man's emotions about to spiral out of control, lunged forward.
Instantly, the middle-aged man's body stiffened, he let out a strange sound, and fell to the ground stiffly.
His body twitched a few more times on the ground.
At this moment, the middle-aged man had already mentally cursed every single doctor and nurse present.
Du Jiaojiao, standing nearby, quickly pulled her mother back a couple of steps, her face filled with panic.
A faint smile played on Chen Fan's lips as he said to the male doctor, "Dr. Zhang, this patient's condition is quite severe. I think he's suitable for immediate transfer to the intensive care unit."
"Understood, Director Chen. I'll have him moved to the intensive care unit right away," the male doctor nodded. Several people stepped forward to tie up the middle-aged man.
Then, they brought over a stretcher and took the middle-aged man directly to the inpatient department next door.
On the way to the ward, the middle-aged man gradually regained consciousness.
However, his mouth was gagged with cloth, rendering him completely silent.
He desperately tried to resist, but he was met with the stun baton again.
In an instant, the middle-aged man became completely quiet, his eyes filled with wronged tears.
He had come to the psychiatric hospital today intending to deal with Chen Fan and to get acquainted with Chen Fan's rivals.
But he never imagined that he would be sent to a psychiatric hospital ward by Chen Fan himself, becoming a severely mentally ill patient!
"Chen, Class, Class monitor, will he be alright?"
Seeing the middle-aged man being wheeled away, Du Jiaojiao asked with a hint of worry.
She had originally intended to call Chen Fan by his name, but she suddenly realized that their relationship was merely that of classmates, and they weren't that close, which made Du Jiaojiao lower her head in shame.
"He'll be fine. Just a mental patient, no need to worry about him," Chen Fan said with a relaxed smile.
He then turned to the middle-aged woman and said, "Auntie, let's go. Come to my clinic, and I'll examine you."
"You?" the middle-aged woman looked surprised.
It wasn't that she looked down on Chen Fan, but rather that her illness was something even specialists couldn't cure, and Chen Fan was far too young.
"Mom, my class monitor is very capable. Our teachers at school say he'll definitely become a renowned doctor in the future," Du Jiaojiao quickly interjected.
"Alright, I'll let him take a look then," the middle-aged woman nodded.
The three then walked towards Chen Fan's clinic together.
"Ouch, ouch, my stomach hurts, ouch!" Before the three even reached the clinic, a young man's cries could be heard from inside Chen Fan's consultation room.
"Director Chen." Seeing Chen Fan return, Zhao Qianqian quickly emerged from the clinic.
Chen Fan asked, "What's going on?"
Zhao Qianqian explained with a helpless expression, "This morning, a middle-aged man brought him here. He said he wanted to register for surgery and specifically requested to see you. But I told him you were on rounds and temporarily unavailable, and that this patient's condition was urgent, so I suggested he see Dr. Zheng. However, they refused, insisting on seeing only you."
Zhao Qianqian then looked outside with a puzzled expression, "Huh? Didn't that middle-aged man in the suit go out earlier? He was standing in the hall, where did he go?"
Hearing this, Chen Fan glanced back towards the hall, but it was now completely empty.
Chen Fan smiled calmly, "Alright, since he wants me to see him, I'll take a look."
With that, Chen Fan walked into the consultation room.
"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much!" The young man cried out as he saw Chen Fan, dressed in a white coat, enter the room.
"Are you Director Chen Fan?" the young man asked.
Chen Fan nodded, "Yes, it's me."
Upon hearing that this was indeed Chen Fan, the young man quickly said, "My stomach hurts terribly. Hurry up and examine me. I registered for your appointment. If you can't treat me, I'll file a complaint against you!"