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"Mr. Zhang, why have you brought us to the psychiatric hospital? Are you planning to turn all those people into lunatics before admitting them here?"

"I really don't have that kind of idle pain. If they went mad, I would have to support them here for the rest of my life. What a loss for me!"

"So you want to..."

"Hehehe," Zhang Menglong grinned mischievously, "These patients are always cooped up in this place. It's not good for their health. They need to get out and breathe some fresh air, right? I plan to organize a team-building event for them at Sheryl Springs. What do you think?"

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Wang Ling couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Don't these people look down on them? Aren't they biased towards the natives of Europe? Well, let the natives patronize their own shops this time; there wouldn't be any reason not to, right?

Europe, after all, holds human rights in high esteem, and psychiatric patients have rights too. Even if they are ill, it does not justify restricting their personal freedom. If they want to go shopping, how can they be refused service?

"By the way, Ropes, how many people in this hospital are nationals of the Kingdom of Frankfurt?"

"Hmm, I don't have the data right here, but there are over 700 people. You'd have to ask the hospital's records administrator for the exact numbers," Ropes answered.

"No problem, a rough figure is good enough," Zhang Menglong said. "That settles it then. It's inconvenient to have too many people. Tomorrow, let's start by organizing a team-building event for these folks."

"However, these people are so severely ill that they probably can't even enter the city!" Ropes said. "They are kept in this hospital because they have lost their sense of self, so human rights laws can't restrict them. But for such a dangerous group, European nations also have policies in place; they can't just watch these people wreak havoc in the city."

"Then how can they get in?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"This hospital was established to treat and isolate severe cases. From the beginning, each country sent a professional psychiatrist to reside here permanently. Only with their signatures can these patients be allowed to go out."
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"That's troublesome," Zhang Menglong fell into deep thought. This wouldn't be easy to handle, not something that could simply be resolved with money.

"Mr. Zhang, it's not that difficult. As long as they can maintain the clear thinking and conventional logic of a normal person during inspections, that would suffice," Ye Yin's voice sounded in Zhang Menglong's mind.

"You make it sound easy. Where's it so simple to cure a lunatic? And if they were cured and taken out, then what fun would I have left!"

"Mr. Zhang, the reason these psychiatric patients enter such states is due to external factors like trauma and pathological changes that disrupt their brain structure, affecting certain neural transmission points. But with some special techniques to temporarily normalize their neural transmission points, they can behave like ordinary people again."

"You have that capability?" Zhang Menglong exclaimed excitedly, "Can you manage it?"

"Just a small trick. Actually, if I wanted to completely treat their illness, I could do that too, but it's up to you whether you'd want that or not."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Zhang Menglong suddenly adopted a solemn tone. "Well, birth, aging, sickness, and death are objective laws of this world. Although we have the capability, we shouldn't intentionally disrupt its balance."

"Mr. Zhang, you could just say you don't want to!"

"Do you have to talk so much?" If Zhang Menglong could have spoken, he would have already started cursing, but if he really did, he might end up being the one sent in.

"After this thing is over, just treat them a bit. After making such a great contribution, I, Zhang Menglong, am not a stingy person."

"Alright, Mr. Zhang, I will arrange it when the time comes."

"Ropes, go and call the doctors here, gather all the patients from the Kingdom of Frankfurt at the front plaza, and then go check with the person in charge appointed by Frankfurt. I'll discuss the team building event with him."

"Mr. Zhang, he won't agree. These patients are too severely ill, and almost every one of them is highly aggressive. It's not just about going to the capital of Frankfurt— even if it's just a trip to the suburbs, there's a risk they might start fighting each other and cause injuries or deaths,"

Ropes pointed at two of the wards and said, "That 'Xiao Yan' and Master Ma's disciple, for instance. Every time they go out for a walk, those two have to have a big fight, and for safety, we had to isolate both of them."

"Hahaha," Zhang Menglong already imagined the scene in his mind. "No worries, just call them over. We'll follow the procedure. If he doesn't sign, I won't force him. We Huaxia people always play by the rules."

...

Soon, Ropes brought the psychiatric specialist to the square.

"Ropes, I've told you, it's impossible. Those people are just too ill. I could never sign off on this! I know your director is wealthy, but the legal risk is too great. If something goes wrong, I could be hanged!"

"Dr. Childe, the new director said you just need to take a look. If you truly believe the condition is severe, you need not sign anything, he won't force you."

"But it's pointless. I patrolled the wards just yesterday, and there was absolutely no improvement in the patients' conditions. Do you mean to tell me they recovered overnight? It's going to be a chaotic mess again, you'll see..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Dr. Childe was stunned. Over 700 patients, dressed in uniform hospital gowns, were standing as orderly as a disciplined troop in the square.

Previously, some wore blank expressions, others confused, but now, there was a uniform calm and seriousness in their expressions. It felt as though he had arrived at a military recovery hospital, not a psychiatric facility.

"How is this possible?" Ropes and Childe exclaimed in unison.

Since when had these patients become so compliant?

Not just them, even Wang Ling couldn't explain the situation before her. Zhang Menglong had merely mentioned that a pharmaceutical company under his name had recently developed a wonder drug specifically for treating severe mental disorders.

Firstly, no medication should be administered to patients indiscriminately, especially experimental drugs. Such clinical drugs must first be approved by the patients' families.

Zhang Menglong immediately had the hospital call the patients' families.

With the conditions being so severe, the families had almost given up hope, but Zhang Menglong also mentioned that agreeing to this drug trial would grant each participant 100,000 Euros in compensation. If the drug caused any adverse effects, the compensation would increase a hundredfold!

Under these circumstances, all the families rushed to sign the electronic contract, and incredibly, authorization was completed in less than half an hour.

Actually, there was no wonder drug at all; it was merely a nutritional supplement capsule!

However, miraculously, once the patients took the medicine, they all quieted down. The manic and blank expressions vanished without a trace, forcing one to marvel at the drug's magical effects.

In just a few minutes, all the patients had orderly gathered in front of the square.

"Friends, it's him who doesn't want to let you leave this place. If you want to go out, protest against him!" Zhang Menglong pointed at Dr. Childe and said.

"Let us out!"

"We are not sick!"

"Detaining us like this, we have the right to sue in court!"

"We want freedom, we want human rights!"

"Protest!"

The patients began to shout one after another.

"Is this really the kind of logical thinking that severe psychiatric patients can have? It's impossible! Have they all recovered? But this is too outrageous!" Dr. Childe found everything he was seeing hard to believe.

"What in the world is going on?" Dr. Childe asked.

"Oh, nothing much. It seems these patients have all recovered. They all want to be discharged, but since we've all grown fond of each other, before everyone leaves, I thought I'd organize a team-building event."