Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2787: Chapter 2782: Thirteen Discourses (39)

The corridor here is silent.

Proving one’s sanity in a mental institution has always been a difficult challenge.

However, columnist Fu Qian’s demeanor at that moment gave people the sense that he was trying to take on that challenge.

As a direct result, even Wayne Falter, who was secretly gripping his weapon, was stunned once again.

Among the medical staff, some visibly relaxed, no longer retreating.

The initially tense momentum was stifled through an alternative understanding—

It was not that a dangerous individual had escaped, but rather the dangerous individual was truly integrating into this family.

Starting to question whether one has a mental problem is often the first step to having one.

Everyone present was a veteran in the field, with a sensitivity that far exceeded ordinary people’s.

And as for how to mitigate the aggression of a character with a "clear" will, the crowd was quite experienced.

In short, the situation in front of us was already very clear.

A character who had been locked up for over forty days finally successfully diagnosed, accompanied by staff out for a stroll.

Though the chosen location was somewhat peculiar, the level of danger was clearly no longer a concern.

"You look... indeed quite good."

It should not be an illusion. Even the old man on the hospital bed appeared momentarily stunned, as he looked up and down again, his eyes seemed to have gained a few degrees of brightness.

He also didn’t mind at all the younger self-proclaimed person and even echoed him.

"Let’s go."

Next, even his vitality seemed to have enhanced a bit, creating a momentum that had been lacking before.

Without considering whether Fu Qian responded, the old man directly indicated that it was time for the group to return for him to rest.

...

"Do you know what you are doing?"

The old man on the hospital bed was clearly of some standing, and once he spoke, the surrounding people did not hesitate at all, directly wheeling him away.

In the blink of an eye, a crisis dissipated into nothingness, and even Wayne Falter, who straddled both sides of the law, had never seen such a situation.

His gaze lingered meaningfully on Fu Qian, his questioning tone slightly muted.

"Of course, confirming there was no scare for them."

Fu Qian was even still watching as the group disappeared around the corridor’s corner, merely summarizing casually.

...It really seemed to be fine.

Wayne Falter was obviously prepared to retort, but at that moment, he hesitated before speaking.

Confirming that no one was frightened sounded bizarre, but the outcome was there for all to see.

The entire group indeed left peacefully, without any extreme situations arising.

And the other party’s final performance was clearly deliberate by now.

The intention was to let people interpret it as brain trouble, thus "understanding" the reason for the two appearing here.

One has to admit this response was very flexible, perfectly poised to an astonishing degree, but here’s the issues—

"I seem to have reminded you already, just leaving would result in the same outcome?"

Wayne Falter took a deep breath, reminding that this was akin to creating problems just to solve them, seemingly skillful but without purpose beyond wasting time.

"How could that be? I also took the opportunity to encourage the old man to smile at life."

Everyone had completely disappeared from view, and only then did Fu Qian turn back, looking somewhat surprised at Wayne Falter.

...

Who said it was pointless?

In reality, Fu Qian’s words were genuinely not nonsense, regardless of how outrageous they seemed.

The main objective just now was truly to enlighten the old man a bit.

Though hardly familiar, the old man’s eyes were too sharp, locking onto this side in an instant.

And this extraordinary reaction, coupled with the old man’s state, briefly gave Fu Qian a kind of concern.

The Well of Time is triggered by the spirit’s "Darkness", sometimes interpretable as unresolved emotional knots.

So what else is harder to untangle than the fear before death?

Indeed, in Fu Qian’s eyes, the old man’s aging body instantly transformed into a pile of nitroglycerin, careful mishandling potentially devastating the next seven days anew.

Perhaps in Wayne Falter’s view, this suddenly appearing group was a heap of troubles, but the levels of trouble indeed differed.

Including during subsequent dialogues, the old man quickly helped confirm this point.

Youth is truly admirable.

In just a few dozens of days, the columnist went from sudden insanity to everything normal, remarkably continuing his great life.

While he only finds himself perpetually falling in struggle, even the finest healing before aging is futile.

Merely exchanged a couple of sentences face-to-face, and Fu Qian felt himself quickly drowning in resentment.

And his way of processing this was quite simple, restore the old man’s confidence.

Though youth is enviable, because of its fragility and sensitivity with too little experiences, the deficiencies on the spiritual level are also not to be ignored.

This pretty much indestructible future columnist had died on some spiritual level.

By contrast, the resilience forged by rich experience was, in fact, the one possessing greater vitality.

Thus, superiority and inferiority became immediately apparent, with the old man’s revived vigor clearly illustrating this point.

A certain possible darkness had perhaps been postponed by such methods...

In sum, might it be boastable as those skilled in war without conspicuous successes?

At the very least, Brother Wayne Falter clearly felt there were gains without achievement.

"Then it seems we have to thank you for your concern towards the sanatorium’s work?"

With Fu Qian’s "sophistry", the people nearby almost sneered, evidently sarcastic in their words.

"How can it compare to your concern for this place?"

Sadly, mutual personal attacks with Fu Qian was, no doubt, an extremely unwise action.

Almost without hesitation counter-complimenting him, Fu Qian smiled, staring at Wayne Falter’s face, seemingly emphasizing this was no exchange of polite praise among friends.

...

Reportedly, there’s a saying "Can’t handle sincerity", which seemed evident in Wayne Falter at that moment.

Clearly eloquent, explaining praises from a genuine heart.

Faced with Fu Qian’s final smile, he suddenly seemed shocked and jittery.

"I don’t understand... what does it mean?"

As he mustered the courage to speak, his voice almost gritted, the question highly defensive.

"Just literally, you seem to show concern for everything."

Such a passive reaction, standing before Professor Fu was practically self-destruction.

The latter wasted no courtesy, already eloquently speaking.

"Worried about trains, concerned about offices, even anxious about dragging patients involved...

"Most importantly, some options here appear contradictory to me, making simultaneous execution difficult unless particularly altruistic. Hence, I even sometimes wonder—"

Pausing briefly, Fu Qian’s gaze at Wayne Falter became distinctive, as if peering beyond his body, looking further behind.

"There’s far more than one person’s will behind it."