My system can be changed

In the mental hospital, Harold was sent in a coma, accompanied by two police officers from the police station, whose names were written on the police certificates, Gou Zhe and Zhang Zheng.

Yu Hongcai, the dean of the mental hospital, sighed, looked solemnly at the SSS-level king of Huaxia who was sent here, and said in a shocked and calm voice:
"What are the symptoms of the patient? I heard that this is a big star in China, why did he suddenly go crazy, alas! What a pity"

Yu Hongcai stretched out a hand lightly, pinched Harold's mouth open, and looked carefully - there didn't seem to be too many traces of madness.

"The tongue coating is slightly white, this should be typical hysteria."

Yu Hongcai frowned, carefully inspecting every inch of Harold's body.

From the skin, you can actually see some details.

"Tsk, look, there are still scars on Harold's body! This is obviously because he fell down when he fell ill before, and he was obviously unconscious when he became ill, so this must be Seriously mentally ill."

The dean of the mental hospital nodded with satisfaction:

"Well, that's right. Fortunately, you guys discovered it in time, otherwise Harold might really be hopeless!"

In fact, Harold is not sick at all, in fact there is no problem at all - the white coating on his tongue is because Harold has been a little angry recently because of the entertainment industry, and the scars on his body - that is purely because Lin Haoyu used his internal strength Made it quietly.

"Oh? Really! Let me just say, before this Harold wanted to go to the police station to frame that Brother Lin Haoyu Yu!"

A police officer about 1.8 meters tall, with a sunny and upright face, smiled brightly—this is Zhang Zheng, who is just 24 years old this year, and he is considered a young man in the police profession.

The other person, Gou Zhe also nodded, and said calmly:
"Yes, we are thinking that you are an expert in mental illness. Please cure Harold, so that the Chinese entertainment industry will not lose such a giant again."

Gou Zhe shook his head regretfully.

Indeed, Harold's accomplishments in the entertainment industry are no less than Duan Chuxue's, and in some respects, such as in the idol circle, Harold's compulsion is higher than Duan Chuxue's.

"Huh, don't worry, I, Yu Hongcai, will definitely do my best."

Yu Hongcai smiled lightly and stood with his hands behind his back.

The two smiled, and after bowing slightly to Yu Hongcai embarrassedly, they said:

"Then let's go first, King Harold, please take care of me!"

——Does something seem to be wrong?

Yu Hongcai blinked slightly, turned his head to look at the unconscious Harold, and thought of the two police officers who sent Harold here, and woke up instantly:

"That's right! I don't know why this guy was sent by the police!"

This is not quite right!
If an ordinary Heavenly King was in a coma, then the ambulance should have come here, but now it was sent by two policemen instead?
What's more, there are too many black spots on Harold's body, it's just because he is so famous now that no one dares to stand up.

"Could it be."

Yu Hongcai's eyes flickered a few times.

Seeing that the two police officers were about to leave, Yu Hongcai became more and more anxious.

"and many more!"

Yu Hongcai was taken aback when he saw the two police officers turn around, and said quickly:
"Both of you are here. If you don't take good care of Harold, if he runs away, our mental hospital can't bear the responsibility!"

The criminal escaped from their mental hospital, Yu Hong didn't want to bear this kind of responsibility!

"This"

Gou Zhe frowned slightly, this is not easy to handle, they still have a lot of tasks to do later:

"But just after the new year, there are many things going on outside. If someone of us stays to take care of Harold, it will be a little troublesome."

"Yup!"

Another person, Zhang Zheng, also nodded:
"And Harold has nothing to look after, right? It's useless anyway."

Zhang Zheng shrugged and smiled easily.

Originally, what Zhang Zheng meant was that it didn't matter whether he looked at Harold or not. After all, he was not a terrorist, and he would go back after waking up.

But when this sentence reached Dean Yu Hongcai's ears, it turned into—it doesn't matter whether you look at Harold or not, because there is no other end for Harold?

"hiss!"

Yu Hongcai's face changed again and again:

"What do you mean"

After Yu Hongcai was silent for a few seconds, he cleared his throat and solemnly accepted Harold's situation report:

"Oh! That's all, anyway, I can't get rid of the mission you police gave me, so forget it, and that's it!"

After taking the report posted by the police on Harold's chest, Yu Hong smacked his lips and stopped talking.

Although the two police officers were surprised, they still scratched their heads and left the mental hospital.

"Hey, did you say that the dean just now misunderstood something?"

Zhang Zheng frowned and thought for a while.

"I also think, otherwise, his expression wouldn't be so ugly!"

Gou Zhe was taken aback for a moment, and quickly said:
"Otherwise, let's go back and explain to him, otherwise, it may be a little troublesome"

Who knows what Dean Yu Hongcai understood what they meant?

If they understand that they can mess with Harold casually, won't they be finished when Harold returns to normal? !

"Let's go."

The two immediately returned to the police car and returned to the mental hospital again-of course, these are all later.

Harold was still in a coma at the moment.

Yu Hongcai waved his hand cruelly, signaling the people under his hand to send the bed containing Harold to the room:

"Well, No. [-]—no, room No. [-], so you don't have to deal with those fancy things."

There are a total of ten rooms in the mental hospital, and the smaller the number, the more powerful the torture equipment used in it.

For example, the devices installed in Room [-] are a click chair and a tiger stool, which already seems inhumane, but in this mental hospital, it is not the scariest thing.

In room two there is an oven and a pot of hot water.

And in the most terrifying room No. [-], the most terrifying things are naturally placed——

a tiger.

That's right, it's a tiger!

This tiger is said to be a good thing that the first dean smuggled across the ocean. Not only did it deter countless batches of psychopaths who wanted to escape here, but it could also be sold for money after it died. It was simply a lucrative business.

Every time the tiger is hungry, he will find the most disobedient among the patients to feed.

As for whether tigers eat or not, it depends on your luck.

Therefore, in this mental hospital, there are absolutely very few people who are disobedient, except for newcomers who don't know anything about it.

"Well"

The tiger's pupils shone with a strange light in the dark environment, but because Harold was still in a coma, he didn't know about it at all.

"You, go and bring me the hot water and oven in room two!"

Yu Hongcai smiled coldly.

This is the first time ever trying to use all the instruments of torture in two houses together
If only a tiger is used, it may not be able to treat the "terminal ill" Harold.

"Tsk, Harold, don't blame me. If you feel wronged, go to those policemen. They brought you here."

Yu Hongcai chuckled, and when he was about to release the tiger, he suddenly froze.

"By the way, I forgot something."

After speaking, Yu Hong took the hot water handed over by his subordinates, smiled coldly, and poured it directly on Harold's stomach.

"Stab!"

The hot water boiled instantly, bubbling and bubbling on Harold's stomach—this was real boiling water!
The temperature of each drop has reached nearly [-] degrees!

".what!"

Harold woke up in an instant, and stared at the hot water on his stomach with a face full of horror.

This is so fucking scary!

Just imagine, when you are sleeping soundly, someone suddenly pours boiling water from your stomach - that is more terrifying than killing you with a knife!
Harold jumped up from the bed in an instant, shouting:
"Ahh! Fuck, what the hell is this?! Where is this!"

No, who am I?

Harold was stunned for a long time, looking around blankly.

Until Yu Hong's cold voice reached Harold's ears, Harold always felt that he might have come to hell.

"Here is a mental hospital. No matter what you think, you can only passively accept the treatment here before talking about the next step."

Yu Hongcai sneered.

joke!

You were escorted here by two policemen, and you still want to get out alive?
"You know, I am the most famous psychiatrist in all of Kyoto, Yu Hongcai"

Yu Hongcai sighed with emotion.

Indeed, due to various reasons, Yu Hongcai has a great reputation in China - of course, 80.00% of them are infamy.

After all, as a doctor who knows how to torture people's mental illness all day long, it's hard not to be famous.

Harold's pupils contracted slightly:

"I, I know you! Yu Hongcai, others say you are a 'demon doctor'."

Not only does he like to torture patients every day, but almost none of the patients who walk out of his hands can be intact.

Of course, on the surface it looked pretty good—not only was the mental illness cured, but there were no physical wounds.

However, the wounds on the soul cannot be healed in a lifetime.