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Chapter 1274 Proof of Psychotic Episode

Maya finally couldn't help it, stroked her long hair, and asked eagerly: "Do you think I can practice?"

Xia Chuan glanced at her and said with a smile: "You are a first-level talent. However, my selection criteria are special-level."

Maya asked nervously: "How big is the gap?"

"What a special warrior can achieve in one year will take you ten years."

Maya was suddenly shocked: "Can you upgrade me to the special level? I know you definitely don't have the talent for cultivation. Don't deny it. It was Zang Hong who said that when you were kidnapped and hospitalized."

Weizsäcker was a little embarrassed. It was obvious that he had collected Xia Chuan's information completely.

Xia Chuan just smiled: "To a certain extent, fate is doomed. I am the Buddha's choice. It is useless for you to ask the Buddha. This is a responsibility to save all living beings, and you cannot bear it."

The boss and his daughter were shocked, that’s what happened.

Maya changed her coquettish way again: "Can you select the people with the best cultivation talents in the whole country?"

"Okay. But I can only look for this one. If I look for a hundred people like this, I won't have time. Also, if I meet a Chinese, I will take him away."

Weizsäcker nodded immediately: "As long as she agrees, I will give you all the Chinese."

That's the deal, extra demands extra in return.

Maya thought about what to ask for, it would be better to be treated more favorably than others.

Xia Chuan closed his eyes, seemed to sense something, and then said: "The woman with the most talent in the country is in this direction...one hundred and fifty kilometers away..."

Maya immediately answered: "Leipzig?"

"Yes... sixteen years old... black hair... oh... she is Chinese... what is her last name..."

The two of them were extremely disappointed. The best one turned out to be a Chinese, but they couldn't pretend to have lost their memory. They had just promised the Chinese to be taken away by Xia Chuan.

This time Xia Chuan only lasted for a full minute, almost reciting hundreds of family surnames, before he was sure.

"Her surname is Mo!" Xia Chuan opened his eyes and asked happily, "Can you find her?"

"Don't worry, as long as she agrees, I will send someone to bring you here." Weizsäcker was extremely impressed. No wonder Xia Chuan is so good at prediction. This cannot be done by logic.

Maya said angrily: "This doesn't count. You have to find it for us."

"Okay." Xia Chuan continued to close his eyes, "The white woman with the best talent in the country... twenty kilometers to the east... uh, just in Bolin... also sixteen years old... blond hair... not a school... no Residence…what’s in that place?”

Maya said a few words, and Xia Chuan shook his head.

Weizsäcker was suddenly shocked and said: "There is a mental hospital there."

"Okay, by the way." Xia Chuan opened his eyes: "It's in a mental hospital, can you find it without me going?"

"What's your last name?" Maya asked.

"I don't know what the surnames of the people in the country are. Could you please give me a name directory?"

Maya was suddenly speechless, she could find it, but she had time to find someone directly.

Weizsäcker asked, "Is she mentally ill?"

Xia Chuan smiled: "By whose standard? My standard is no. If she is mentally ill, so is Newton."

Weizsäcker understood, and felt extremely emotional, why are the most talented people not in prisons but in mental hospitals?

But Maya asked again: "Where is the person named Mo?"

Xia Chuan thought for a moment and said, "She was injured at home."

Maya and Weizsäcker looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They were both the kind of people who were often beaten if they disobeyed. They were difficult to manage.

"After dinner, go to the prison first," Weizsäcker said.

"Based on my experience, a women's prison can be selected very quickly. Then I will give you enough time to communicate. I will go to Leipzig and heal the girl's injuries first." Xia Chuan said with a smile.

Maya asked, "Can I go with you?"

"No, then everyone knows it, right?" Weizsäcker objected.

Maya then remembered the issue of exposure. Although she couldn't hide it, she couldn't take the initiative to expose it.

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Mental hospital.

Laura's golden hair half covered her face, still unable to hide her paleness, but her big sapphire-like eyes were dull and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul. Only the long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, bringing a little life.

She was lining up with a group of mentally ill people.

The two burly security guards next to them were fiddling with the electric batons in their hands in boredom, and their eyes were searching among the patients, as if to see which ones needed repair.

It's a pity that they have been repaired and are silent.

Finally it was Laura's turn.

She walked to the table and received two pills and a glass of water.

Under the watchful eyes of the three nurses, she threw the pills into her mouth, picked up the cup and drank all the water. Finally, she opened her mouth and raised her tongue.

The nurse made sure the pills were taken and then asked her to go away.

No need to queue, she walked slowly to the window, the sun shining on her pale cheeks and golden hair.

Her big blue eyes suddenly became brighter, no longer dull as before, staring deeply at the courtyard wall and barbed wire fence outside.

This is not a prison, but it is almost like a prison. She is in a hall where a group of mentally ill patients have taken medicine. Some are playing chess, some are playing cards, and some are reading newspapers.

A few others were watching TV, but it looked more like work, or the TV was watching them.

Only Laura seemed so different.

Her only hobby was to stand in front of the window and look at the wall and barbed wire.

Instead, she ignored the iron bars on the window, which had no effect on her. She had a way to get out.

These days, everyone seems to have become accustomed to her preferences and no longer guard against her.

She just watched and never disobeyed an order.

But today is different.

There were footsteps behind her, and Laura’s eyes returned to dementia.

"Those were the doctor's footsteps."

Laura’s heart was pounding and she felt bad.

What was even worse was that she found that she was not taking the same medicine as before. In just a few minutes, she felt a strong sense of sleepiness, and her whole body gradually became weak, as if she had lost control of her body.

"I took narcotics!" she shouted, trying to attract attention.

Unfortunately, this is a mental hospital. Her words are consistent with the characteristics of a psychotic episode and require treatment.

Sure enough, the doctor behind the scenes coldly ordered:

"Tie her up and carry her to the operating room for a frontal lobotomy."

After cutting it, he is an idiot and will always be obedient.

Two security guards came and tied Laura up.

Those patients looked at them like idiots, some even didn't look at them at all, and no one could save anyone.

Laura was carried into the operating room and placed on the cold operating table.

The two nurses had made all preparations, even before the doctor gave the order.

Blood flowed from the corners of Laura's mouth, and she bit her tongue, trying to stay awake.

The male doctor leaned down coldly and whispered in her ear: "Give up. Your brother asked me to tell you that this is your own choice. You should not inherit that property."

After the doctor finished speaking, he motioned to the nurse: "Prepare the hair."

Laura's hair was quickly shaved with an electric razor, then liquid was applied to the head, and then shaved clean with a razor.

The doctor let Laura bite her tongue, and blood flowed down, which was proof of her mental illness.