Universe Infinite Canteen-Chapter 617 - Big Writer

Before being admitted, both of them had everything including their clothes taken away and stored in lockers.

However, Ma Lu had handed his cellphone, Collection Bag, and other important items to Old Wang for safekeeping beforehand. Old Wang temporarily hid them inside his body and managed to sneak them past the nurse's inspection.

After changing into hospital gowns, the two of them, now carrying toothbrushes, towels, and drinking cups, were escorted to their designated ward.

At Ma Lu's insistence, he and Old Wang were placed in the secured area where Big Writer was also located.

A stoic male nurse led them to their beds. It was quiet along the way because the other patients were off eating their meals.

The male nurse asked Ma Lu and Old Wang if they wanted to eat, but after they refused, he took out a medication bottle and poured out two small pills.

"What kind of medication is this?" Ma Lu asked.

"It's medicine to keep you away from anxiety and pain," the male nurse answered.

"Uh, thanks, but I'm feeling pretty good right now," Ma Lu said.

"Take the medication," the male nurse repeated.

"No, you keep it, buddy. You look like you need it more than I do."

"Take the medication," the male nurse repeated again, this time with more emphasis.

"You really don't want him to repeat that more than three times," a voice said at that moment.

It was a woman with messy hair, also in a hospital gown, looking to be just over forty, missing a front tooth, which made her speech slightly airy.

"What happens if he repeats it three times?" Ma Lu asked earnestly.

"You get beaten up and thrown into a solitary confinement for a whole week with no one to talk to; anyone who's been in there once never wants to go in a second time."

"She's lying," the male nurse said blandly. "Sunshine Mental Hospital never abuses its patients."

Hearing this, Ma Lu looked at the woman missing a tooth, then at the male nurse, before picking up a pill and tossing it in his mouth.

"Good boy," the male nurse praised, though his tone remained frosty.

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After Ma Lu drank some water, the nurse also made him open his mouth to check that he hadn't hidden the medication under his tongue.

It was only after Old Wang had also taken his medication that the male nurse pushed his cart away.

"Thanks for just now," Ma Lu said to the woman missing a tooth.

"Stay alert, young man. There are dangers everywhere here," the tooth-missing woman whispered. "Every once in a while they select a sacrifice to offer to the evil spirits hidden in the hospital. That's how I lost my son."

"Oh, so what the nurse said was true, and you're really full of lies?"

Ma Lu shook his head. "I'm really foolish, believing a patient in a mental hospital. Anyway, nice to meet you. How should I address you?"

"I am Deng Lijun, the twenty-ninth-generation descendant of Maoshan. And you, young man?"

"Oh, I'm the fourth-generation exorcist from The Holy See, Takeshi Kaneshiro."

Hearing this, Deng Lijun's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "I get it now! No wonder I could never defeat that evil spirit; it's a foreign devil, so it's under your jurisdiction!"

"Mm," Ma Lu played along. "I infiltrated Sunshine Mental Hospital with my colleague exactly for that reason, to deal with that evil spirit. I think we can work together."

However, doubt appeared in Deng Lijun's eyes upon hearing this.

Just when Ma Lu thought she had spotted some flaw, Deng Lijun spoke again, "You're only the fourth generation... Are you up to it?"

"Ah, we did start this part of the business a bit late, but please believe in our professional standards."

Ma Lu snapped his fingers after speaking, and the next moment, a Chef's Knife appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Deng Lijun's eyes widened, seemingly completely stunned by Ma Lu's trick.

Just as Ma Lu was about to inquire about Big Writer, Deng Lijun suddenly let out a piercing scream and shouted,

"Doctor, doctor! Someone here has a knife!!!"

Quickly, the male nurse who had just left rushed back in, followed by two other male nurses, both of whom were burly men.

"Who! Who has a knife!" The male nurse looked alarmed.

"It's him!" Deng Lijun pointed at Ma Lu.

However, when the male nurse followed Deng Lijun's gaze, he only saw Ma Lu standing there with both hands empty, looking very innocent.

"Where's the knife then?"

"He hid it under the bed! I saw it myself; he hid it as soon as I shouted," Deng Lijun asserted confidently.

The male nurse was skeptical but still asked Ma Lu and Old Wang to stand further away from the bed.

Then, he turned their beds upside down but found nothing.

He, along with the other two nurses, searched Ma Lu and Old Wang as well, still without finding anything.

The male nurse glared at the woman, "Go back to your room, and don't come here again."

Deng Lijun, a bit frightened by his glare, shrank back and muttered, "It was definitely there, it must have been stolen by her son."

However, she didn't dare defy the male nurse and obediently went back to her own room.

Meanwhile, Ma Lu curiously asked, "Does she really have a son?"

The male nurse didn't answer but just gave Ma Lu a stern look, "Mind your own business."

Then, he also left.

By this time, patients who had finished eating were beginning to return to their rooms, and soon the hallway grew lively.

There were people singing, loudly reciting poetry, cursing, spouting nonsensical Russian, crying while walking, and laughing loudly.

Ma Lu patted Old Wang on the shoulder, "Let's go out too and look for Big Writer."

Old Wang nodded.

Ma Lu stood at the door of the room for a while, then spotting someone who seemed approachable with a mushroom haircut, asked, "Where are you guys headed?"

"Going to watch the news broadcast," the Mushroom-haired man responded cheerily.

"Do you know Big Writer?" Ma Lu asked.

"I know, there's Lev Tolstoy, Dazhongma, Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Changling, Ao Bai, Paul Korchagin…" Mushroom-haired recited loudly.

"Okay, okay, I'm not asking about historical Big Writers, and the last two you mentioned aren't either. I'm asking about the Big Writer here in our hospital," Ma Lu said. "Does he also go watch the news broadcast?"

"Oh, you mean Big Writer! No, he doesn't watch; he's too busy writing. He must write four thousand words a day, otherwise, he can't sleep."

"Ah, turns out he's a web novelist," Ma Lu exclaimed in surprise, "Still writing while hospitalized, that's dedication. But you know, the mental hospital atmosphere is quite suitable for writing."

Mushroom-haired shook his head, "He's not that good. Ao Shaobao can write eight thousand a day."