Chapter 1 Outpatient

  The black sports car slowed down and stopped in front of the No. 32 villa in Zhengli Community, Wang Qinyuan got out of the passenger seat first and then opened the door for Li Huan: "Dr. Li, we're here."

  "Thank you." Li Huan nodded and got off the car, looking at this villa, for some reason, he always felt that this place was gloomy and eerie. At that moment, he even had a bad premonition of trouble coming his way.

  As a psychiatrist, he has always been an atheist. Although at home and abroad, there have been many cases of strange powers and gods, he has insisted on using scientific treatment methods to treat his patients, as for whether it is good or not, he just does his best. But this time...

  The design and construction of this villa are very beautiful, but the doors and windows are all closed tightly. As the middle-aged man walked into the villa, he found that due to the darkness inside, he even had to turn on the lights in broad daylight. Li Huan couldn't help but frown, although it was only for a moment, Wang Qinyan still noticed it and sighed: "No way! Alas, my father's illness is severe, as long as something doesn't meet his expectations, he will make a big fuss. He won't let us open the windows or doors, except when entering or leaving, even approaching the doors and windows will get us scolded."

  "This is understandable." Li Huan smiled warmly, "Since Mr. Wang specifically asked me to come and see him, I will definitely do my best."

  Wang Qinián is already in his thirties, and when his father insisted that he go to the Li's clinic to see this psychologist who was a few years younger than him, he went with the attitude of trying anything once. But at this moment, facing this calm and composed "sea turtle" master's degree holder in psychology, he felt an inexplicable sense of trust, nodded his head, and said: "My father is just upstairs, come with me."

  Mr. Wang's bedroom was originally on the east side of the second floor, but since he fell ill in October last year, he has been living in the study room. According to Wang Qianyuan's description, Mr. Wang should have suffered from a psychological disorder such as paranoid delusional disorder.

  He insisted that the house and the surrounding neighborhood had a large group of ghosts, which were malevolent spirits. He would sprinkle salt everywhere in the house, burn his handwritten Buddhist scriptures in a small stove every morning in the study, drove away all the servants at home, and required his sons and daughters to either return home before dark or not approach the neighborhood for a period of time. All this was still bearable, but later, when his youngest daughter returned late after just starting her own company, Wang Lao Tou actually splashed dog blood on her body with something he got from who-knows-where, and even wanted to whip her with Buddhist beads. Wang Qi Nian finally couldn't take it anymore.

  Several psychologists were invited to come over, but they were all driven away by the old man as soon as they arrived. The medicine bought privately was disguised as health products or mixed into pastries and given to the old man to eat, but he seemed to know it intuitively and not only refused to eat it, but also scolded him until his face turned blue. The previous psychologist even suggested that the old man should be sent to a mental hospital.

  Just as Wang Qinyuan was about to make up his mind to send the old man to a mental hospital, the old man seemed to have come to his senses and asked him to do two things, one of which was to invite Dr. Li who lived at No. 74 Shuangqing Road. The old man even gave Wang Qinyuan a birth date and year, specifically instructing him to ask Dr. Li if his birth date and year were the same before inviting him over. As a result, even Li Huan found it unbelievable - in his impression, he did not know Mr. Wang at all, nor did he know Wang Qinyuan, but the birth date and year indeed matched what his parents had told him.

  However, Li Huan also thought of another possibility. Perhaps Mr. Wang knew Li Huan's deceased parents and this time, due to mistaken identity and mixed memories, he remembered a younger generation. After all, Li Huan's current clinic was located in the old house left by his parents.

  As for the second thing, it was to send an express delivery to a very remote village as soon as possible, and it must be at least two days after the express delivery was signed before Li Huan could be invited over. As for what was inside the express delivery, Wang Qinyan didn't know either. The thing was wrapped tightly in multiple layers, but when held in hand, it felt very light, weighing less than a kilogram. It was obvious that many layers of plastic foam and other materials had been used to wrap it, with black tape wrapped around the outside.

  Wang Qinian brought Li Huan to the outside of the study, just about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when the study door suddenly opened. Wang Qinian's raised hand almost knocked against the old man's nose. The old man was wearing a set of pajamas, holding a pipe in his hand, and seeing his son looking so foolish, he couldn't help but glare at him, raising the pipe to knock on his son's forehead without mercy.

  "What's the point of just standing there? Go down and get ready, ask Lawyer XU to come over tomorrow."

  Wang Qiniann couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, but could only obediently answer: "Yes."

  "Dr. Li, come in, I have something to say to you."

  The old man led Li Huan into the study, closed the door, pointed to the sofa beside the desk and said: "Sit down, there's tea in the teapot, help yourself." After that, he sat behind the desk, took out a lighter, lit his cigarette, and started smoking leisurely.

  Li Huan didn't stand on ceremony either, pouring himself a cup of tea. Just as he was thinking about how to find a topic of conversation, Old Man Wang spoke up again: "Young man, I've put you in a difficult position this time."

  "Ah, no, how could it be?" Li Huan smiled slightly and said.

  "You don't know what's going on inside, but I promise you won't get hurt."

  "That's right, how could you harm me? By the way, I heard your calligraphy is quite good." Li Huan pretended to chat casually, intentionally changing the subject.

  "Was it my son who told you?" Old Wang said with a sarcastic smile.

  "I've seen your calligraphy works." Actually, Wang Qinyan secretly showed him some Buddhist scriptures copied by an old man, "The old gentleman has grasped the essence of Yan Zhenqing's style."

  "Haha, young man, do you really understand or are you just flattering me?" The old man laughed, "Anyway, whether you truly understand or not, it's good to chat about calligraphy. Speaking of which, I started practicing when I was five years old..."

  The old man's words were endless, and at first Li Huan listened with a smile, but as he listened on, he suddenly felt something was off.

  This old man talked about his childhood learning calligraphy, and then went on to talk about the strange stories of painters and calligraphers throughout history, as well as the styles of various painting schools and the characteristics of different fonts. He even mentioned modern network fonts and the styles of several comic artists from Hong Kong and Macau... making all sorts of professional knowledge sound humorous and interesting.

  However, even a frequent drinker can tell that this is just a polite conversation, and it's not going to have any therapeutic effect no matter how long they chat.

  Li Huan thought to himself, this old man is not easy to deal with.