Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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Furthermore, what if he's been bewitched by Satan or some kind of demon? With Satan's abilities, staging similar miracles wouldn't be difficult for him.

This made him question his identity as the Holy Son.

"This is the first point of doubt. Are there any others?" Chu Tianjiao listened attentively.

Gao Kui did not answer Chu Tianjiao's question, but asked in return: "Uncle, didn't you say before that you read online novels, such as 'The School Beauty's Personal Bodyguard' and 'The Ultimate Young Master'?"

Have you ever stayed up all night reading a novel, or had a similar experience?

"It happened a few times..."

"Have you ever been so engrossed in a novel that you felt dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish between reality and the fiction?"

"Oh~"

Chu Tianjiao suddenly realized what Gao Kui was trying to say; he was describing a state similar to a mental illness episode such as paranoia.

Chu Tianjiao did indeed have a similar experience when he was very young. At that time, he was reading the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo," which was the first and most comprehensive collection of male-oriented wish-fulfillment novels in human history.

I remember when I was in school, Chu Tianjiao stayed up all night reading for more than ten hours straight. He couldn't help but be attracted by Edmond Dantès as described by Alexandre Dumas and immersed himself in the story.

This caused him to be very absent-minded during class, and at one point he could not distinguish between reality and fantasy: I am the Count of Monte Cristo, I am Edmond Dantès, why am I sitting here listening to a bunch of Eastern blockheads listening to a completely meaningless class?

“My state when I had an episode was somewhat similar to that state, the only difference being that my fantasies were more vivid and lasted longer. It was really not an easy thing to detach myself from the fantasies…”

Gao Kui held his head in his hands. He couldn't tell, he really couldn't tell. Last night's experience on the overpass was indeed incredibly real, and the final rebirth of the Holy Son had given him a great thrill.

But now, looking back, he can't help but compare last night's experience with countless other experiences before.

Were the fantasies of the past unreal? Of course they were real. If they weren't real, Gao Kui wouldn't have become so obsessed with them.

But Dean Guderian said that they were all fake.

Emmanuel is fake, Constantine is fake, and the Japanese male high school boy Ouma Shu is fake. Last night's experience is nothing more than a TV series that was abandoned and then restarted after many years.

Even Gao Kui began to doubt his identity as a "time traveler," which he had been so certain of just two days ago. Perhaps his illness had already quietly relapsed before that.

I can't tell the difference. I can't tell the difference at all.

The recurring illness over the past four years has led Gao Kui to harbor a skeptical attitude towards everything he has experienced and towards the world.

At certain moments, such as on the overpass last night, he was indeed able to focus a great deal of attention on dealing with the crisis, and at one point even rediscovered the feeling he had four years ago, which he considered to be Emmanuel.

But once the crisis subsides and the tide recedes, nothing external can forcefully attract Gao Kui's attention. His overactive mind will then spread in all directions, making Gao Kui doubt everything.

The false Christ, the false Immanuel, the seductive ancient serpent Satan, the recurring illness... one link after another, a jumbled mess of things, it's really hard for Gao Kui to believe 100% that he is Immanuel.

Then came anxiety and restlessness, then a splitting headache, then a contorted face...

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Chapter 30 Saving the Severely Ill Gao Kui

The agonizing wails were louder than the storm outside the window, filled with inexplicable sorrow, and echoed throughout the small hotel.

Chu Zihang suddenly woke up with a start. He hadn't forgotten that Gao Kui had been in a state of illness since school ended last night.

The Chu father and son exchanged a glance, then stared at Gao Kui, who was kneeling by the window, wailing and burying his face in his hands. They were at a loss for what to do.

Perhaps disturbed by Gao Kui's sudden roar, the Chu father and son heard rustling sounds coming from downstairs. Perhaps in another half minute, the landlady with curly hair would come rushing up and banging on the door...

wrong!

Chu Tianjiao's ears twitched slightly. He realized that the sound was coming from an unusual direction. He rushed to the windowsill, peeked out the window, and looked downstairs.

Three vans bearing the logo and nameplate of the Kassel Psychological Research Center sped through the downpour and came to a sudden stop in unison in front of a small, dilapidated hotel.

Guderian, an old man with eyes redder than a rabbit's, pushed open the car door and jumped out first. He stood tall in the wind and rain, glanced at the sign of the small hotel, and waved.

Frozen hands!

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight executive officers disguised as caregivers at a mental hospital jumped out of the car, each carrying a weapon, and stormed into the small hotel with menacing expressions.

The scene looked remarkably like the children's TV series "Young and Dangerous" that frequently aired on the Guangdong and Guangxi children's channels in the early 2000s. The only difference was that the caregivers were carrying medicine kits, stretchers, and tools to comfort patients, instead of watermelon knives wrapped in old newspapers.

The innkeeper, who had just been woken up by Gao Kui, turned pale with fright. She was just an ordinary middle-aged woman from China, and had never seen anything like this before.

Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya skillfully approached the landlady, showing her various documents and identification. "Hello, a patient from our Psychological Research Center suddenly fell ill at your hotel. We need to take him back for treatment now..."

A patient? A mental patient?

The landlady immediately thought of Gao Kui and his two companions, whose whereabouts were suspicious in the middle of the night the previous night. The thought of having three mentally ill people carrying knives in her inn made her cooperate with them without daring to stop them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Guderian and Masashi Tomiyama rushed to the room of the three men and knocked on the door. They were extremely anxious as they listened to Gao Kui's painful wails inside.

Before the executives could even bang on the door, Chu Tianjiao opened it from the inside and let Guderian and the others in: "Quick, he's not feeling well right now, you've come at just the right time..."

Chu Tianjiao knew Guderian.

When he was studying in Kassel, Guderian was a teacher there, just like Masafumi Toyama is today.

The two big shots, along with seven or eight caregivers, rushed into the room. The already cramped room was instantly so crowded that there wasn't even a place to stand. The stretcher that was brought in could only be temporarily placed on the bed.

"Don't panic, clear your mind, and don't let your thoughts wander..."

Guderian leaned over to Gao Kui and handed him the water glass and the medicine he had prepared in the car: "We brought you the medicine. Your headache will stop right away after you take it..."

Guderian had at least twenty or thirty pills in his hands, including granules, capsules, and tablets.

Gao Kui didn't say he was as unwilling to take the medicine as he was the day before yesterday. In his current state, he couldn't bear it for even a second. He grabbed the medicine from Guderian's hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with water.

Masashi Tomiyama squatted on the other side, pulled open Gao Kui's sleeve and injected a reagent into his body. This reagent could help stabilize Gao Kui's mental state and would take effect faster than oral medication.

With both methods working together, Gao Kui's condition was effectively relieved in less than two minutes. At least he no longer had a splitting headache or felt uncomfortable all over his body due to overthinking.

Instead of immediately taking Gao Kui back to the car, the two helped him to the bedside to rest for a while, waiting for the oral medication to take full effect.

Having nothing better to do, Guderian, who had looked at Chu Tianjiao's information on the way here, got up and greeted Chu Tianjiao: "Hello, you must be Chu Zihang's father."

You should already be aware of Gao Kui's condition. We now need to take him back to the Psychological Research Center for emergency care and treatment. Thank you very much for your help with Gao Kui..."

"We understand, we all understand."

Chu Tianjiao gave an OK sign. He didn't think Guderian and the others would harm Gao Kui. He then asked, "Do you still have the medicine you gave to Brother Gao Kui earlier?"

"Could I have one too?"

"Give me one too." Chu Zihang, who hadn't said a word since getting up, suddenly spoke up.

Their belief that Gao Kui is the Holy Son is based on the premise that everything that happened last night was real and without any falsehood. But if it was all an illusion, then the Holy Son would naturally be meaningless.

"In fact, we were prepared a long time ago."

Guderian, who was astute as ever, waved his hand, and two caregivers immediately handed the special medicine to the Chu father and son: "After being in contact with patients for a long time, we often start to question our own mental state and need to take some medicine to stabilize it."

After the Chu father and son finished taking the medicine, Gao Kui had fully recovered and looked like a somewhat sickly and aloof melancholy beauty, her silent eyes filled with sorrow, even looking at the dog with deep affection.

"Kuai-kun, how are you feeling right now?" Masashi Tomiyama asked cautiously.

"I feel great, just a little tired. Dean, Director, I want to go back to the research center to rest."

"Okay, okay, okay, we'll take you back to the Psychological Research Center to rest right away. Do you need a stretcher? No, okay, we'll help you..."

Guderian and Masafumi Tomiyama supported Gao Kui on either side, as if they were carefully moving a fragile piece of porcelain. Neither of them said anything to blame Gao Kui for not taking his medicine the day before yesterday.

The way we interact with mental patients is different from the way we care for regular patients. Now that Gao Kui is cooperating so well, nobody wants to go through any extra trouble.

"and many more……"

As he reached the door, Gao Kui glanced back sickly and said, "Bring Chu Zihang along, Dean. He's also a mixed-race person."

Gao Kui didn't mention Chu Tianjiao. It's obvious that Chu Tianjiao isn't suitable to study in Kassel; he graduated many years ago.

Guderian and Masashi Tomiyama were slightly taken aback, looking at Chu Zihang in surprise. Gao Kui's statement, "He is also of mixed race," truly contained far too much information.

Chu Zihang's golden eyes lit up as he said, "I found information about Kassel online. Yesterday, I even asked Gao Kui to help me contact you."

Any unexpected gains?

Chu Tianjiao rubbed his hands together and smiled broadly: "You must be Professor Guderian from Kassel. My son is also a very outstanding mixed-race person. I'll be entrusting my son to your care from now on."

When are you free? I'll bring you two cases of milk another day..."

Chu Tianjiao could tell that Guderian didn't recognize him.

Guderian looked at Gao Kui, then at Chu Zihang: "In that case, you should come back with us."

The group descended the stairs in a large throng, returning home laden with the two little dragons.

Chapter 31 Patient's Joy +1

As soon as he was helped into the car, Gao Kui curled up into a ball and slept in the back seat of the van.

The boy had handsome features and long eyelashes. The lingering sorrow and weariness between his brows had finally dissipated somewhat, making him look like Sleeping Beauty sleeping in an ancient fairy tale castle, only a male version.

Chu Zihang believed that if Gao Kui were to remain asleep and only be awakened by a true love's kiss, then most girls in the world would not mind playing the role of a princess.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Professor Guderian looked back at the sleeping Gao Kui and said, "It may be a little inappropriate to describe a boy as handsome or beautiful, but your Chinese history books also use similar words to describe Gao Kui's ancestor."

With a face as beautiful as jade, a red robe as radiant as a flower, a gentle appearance yet a strong heart, and a beautiful voice and countenance, the mixed-race members of the Gao family generally possess strikingly handsome features.

This "beauty" is not feminine, but exquisite; her features are delicate and refined to the point of being comparable to the exquisite beauty of a goddess.

Chu Zihang nodded, agreeing with Guderian's statement.

The Gao family was a famous family of handsome men in Chinese history. Emperor Shenwu Gao Huan himself, his sons Gao Cheng and Gao Yan, and his descendant Prince Lanling Gao Changgong, etc., were all handsome men who left their mark in history.

According to legend, some people were amazed when they saw Gao Huan, believing him to be a god descended from heaven, otherwise he could not have been so handsome.

The words historians used to describe the beauty of the Gao family ancestors do not seem out of place when applied to Gao Kui.

Of course, besides producing many handsome men, the Gao family also produces many mentally ill people, which can be considered a blessing in disguise.

"How come he fell asleep so quickly?" Chu Zihang asked.

"The reagent that Gao Kui was just injected with contained sedative ingredients. We have used it many times when he had an attack before. Of course, he only needs to take the medication regularly."

Guderian offered a brief explanation, then gestured for Ye Sheng to drive, adding, "Gao Kui shouldn't wake up until the afternoon, or maybe later. Once we're back at the Psychological Research Center, let's talk about your situation first."