I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"This is impossible, how could they have changed like this? They were still the same just yesterday!" Dr. Childe even doubted if he was fully awake, as even a medical miracle couldn't be miraculous to this extent.

"Dr. Childe, everyone's illness has already been cured, should we go out for some team-building now?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"No, I need to examine their physical conditions!" Dr. Childe said. Among these people, a large portion had mental issues caused by brain abnormalities.

If those who were otherwise stimulated and had no pathological problems had returned to normal, it could be understood since their disease onset was sudden, and theoretically, there could also be a sudden recovery. However, that portion of patients whose illness was caused by brain abnormalities definitely couldn't be alright!

"Ye Yin, there won't be any trouble, will there?"

"Mr. Zhang, rest assured, he won't find anything!" Ye Yin confidently said.

"No problem, as long as they are willing to cooperate, then let's do the examination!" Zhang Menglong said loudly.

"Everyone, I have just clarified to everyone why you are here, it's because your families sent you here."

"Director Zhang, we don't blame you!" "Xiao Yan," when normal, was quite a refined man. "Although we don't quite remember the things from before, according to the surroundings, we might indeed have had a mental illness for some time, but now that everyone has recovered, we shouldn't stay here."

"I understand, so I hope everyone will cooperate with the physical examination, as this is a rule set by the Frankfurt government, and we have no other choice. As long as everyone's test results are normal, I guarantee with my reputation that you will be discharged from the hospital!"

The patients consulted with each other in low voices and quickly reached a consensus, "Okay! We will fully cooperate!"

...

In the hospital, there was very advanced medical equipment, and a few of the most representative patients were taken to the monitoring room for examination, but the results were quite beyond Dr. Childe's expectations.

"It's incredible! It's unimaginable; their degenerated tissues have completely recovered! This... I don't even know how to describe it!"

"It's all thanks to the new miracle drug brought by Director Zhang!" one of the doctors said.

"Miracle drug?"

"Yes, those patients took it and in less than ten minutes, they started to recover. If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, we wouldn't have believed it, it's simply a medical miracle!"

"Haha, this also comes with risks. If someone had died, not only would I have been disgraced, but I would also have had to pay a hefty amount," Zhang Menglong jested. "But this thing is still only in the clinical trial phase. If these patients can remain stable after a while, then we can continue to use it."

"Doctor, can we all go now?" the patients who had cooperated with the examination asked.

In their hearts, they really didn't want to undergo such an examination, as wouldn't that be admitting that they all had been mentally ill before? Who would want to admit such a thing?

But there was no choice, Dr. Childe represented Franktown, and toward the national machinery, they still maintained a respectful attitude. Moreover, as long as they cooperated and there were no problems, they could achieve their freedom, but that did not mean they were happy about it.

The current situation felt as if just one word of "no" from Dr. Childe, and they would immediately be ready to respond with fists raised.

"Okay, I agree!"

After much thought, Dr. Childe finally nodded.

"Congratulations everyone, you are free now!" Zhang Menglong extended his hand to a patient. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

"Thank you, Director Zhang, and thank you for organizing this event," that patient also gratefully shook Zhang Menglong's hand, as if he was a lifesaver.

"Well then, everyone should rest well tonight. Tomorrow, I will arrange a plane to take everyone on a tour around Frankfurt, and after the discharge procedures are completed, I will arrange for someone to take you all home."

...

"Damn, Zhang Menglong, what the hell are you playing at?" The latter part made Wang Ling feel as if he was listening to a fantasy. Wasn't it agreed to let these people go to Champs-Elysees at Spring Plaza and cause a big scene? How did he suddenly cure their diseases?

A bunch of mentally sound people, how could they possibly cause trouble there? Even if they had the courage, they might just be arrested right away as terrorists. Only mentally ill individuals could act and then not be held accountable afterward.

"What are you playing at?"

"How did you cure them all?"

"How can I take them out if I don't cure them?" Zhang Menglong retorted.

"Damn, a bunch of normal people, what can they do? Increase their sales? Are you kidding me?"

"Who said I cured them?" Zhang Menglong revealed a meaningful smile.

"What the hell?" Wang Ling was confused again, "Then they..."

"Sometimes what you see isn't necessarily the reality. You think mental illness is that easy to cure? I might as well be a medical expert!"

"Damn! Are you tricking me? But how did you manage that?"

"Hehe, secret!" Zhang Menglong said mysteriously, "But I can guarantee that they will get to the Champs-Elysees very normally. As for what they will do next, I can't control that. That's probably just my miracle drug not being strong enough!"

"Hahahaha! I knew you were up to no good!"

Even if they were to be held accountable later, for a group of mentally ill patients, they probably wouldn't do anything extreme, right? As for the hospital, it was the patients themselves who requested to be discharged. They couldn't possibly infringe on the patients' human rights, could they? At the scene, Zhang Menglong had made sure to record everything.

As for the unfortunate Dr. Childe, owning those devices as evidence, at most he would be fired, not likely bearing any legal responsibility. Even if Zhang Menglong felt guilty later, giving him some money would surely be better than having him continue as a doctor in this godforsaken place.

As for how exactly Zhang Menglong made those patients suddenly appear normal, Wang Ling didn't care at all. When in doubt, quantum mechanics can always provide some sort of scientific explanation!

Suddenly, Wang Ling was eagerly anticipating witnessing tomorrow's spectacle.

...

Indeed, just as everyone predicted, although there were voices of resistance online, once Baristca opened to Huaxia customers, over seventy percent of the long queue were still Huaxia people.

At a nearby milk tea shop, Zhang Menglong and his group were leisurely sipping their drinks.

"Can't believe we can still enjoy our Huaxia milk tea here. It's not easy." Wang Ling took a big sip of passion fruit double blast, "Tsk tsk tsk, the same old formula, the same old taste."

"Hahaha, I bought this shop last night, just in time for the show. How could I miss a perfect location?" Zhang Menglong laughed.

"Damn, buying a shop just to watch a show, typical you!" Wang Ling had become immune to Zhang Menglong's extraordinary maneuvers.

"It really pisses me off, people online slamming it, yet these folks still fund such crooks. Should they all be sent to your mental hospital?" Wang Ling cursed.

"People gotta eat, man, don't be so harsh," Zhang Menglong laughed, "Here they come!"

At that moment, a dozen cars stopped at the entrance of Champs-Elysees, and a group of Franktown people dressed in various styles disembarked. The change was drastically different from their appearance before they entered the hospital.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our lunch today is inside the Spring Plaza on Champs-Elysees. You can eat whatever you like; Director Zhang will cover all the expenses," the person in charge arranged by Zhang Menglong said, "Moreover, today's expenses are all on Director Zhang!"

"Wow!" The group of patients cheered.

"Friends, look, there's Baristca!"

"My gosh, what a long line! Come on, let's see what they're selling. After all, Director Zhang is paying, so don't save him any money today!"

"I've missed the taste here so much!"

...

To passersby, these people seemed a bit unusual, but hearing their authentic local dialect, they probably had just returned from studying or working abroad. They only took a second look and then moved on. No one would guess that just yesterday, they were a group of severely ill patients confined in a ward.

"Ye Yin, be careful. When it's time, don't let these people stray too far. The debt is owed by the guilty; let's limit their activities to inside the buildings of Spring Plaza on Champs-Elysees," Zhang Menglong ordered, "And apart from smashing things, don't let them harm any innocent people."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang!"

"Get ready, my friends," Zhang Menglong smiled, "Soon, this will turn into a Shura Field!"