I've Been the Boss of a Mental Hospital for Years

When other people transmigrate, they become heiresses or genius cultivators. Shen Yan opened his eyes to find himself in Qing Shan Psychiatric Hospital, in a VIP ward, with the patient number 007. Patient A: Claims to be the reincarnation of the Jade Emperor and dutifully “receives signals from Heaven” on the balcony every day. Patient B: Convinced he’s a mushroom, he squats in a corner all day and asks everyone who passes by, “Would you like to water me?” Patient C: An elegant classical beauty who spends late nights talking to “people who don’t exist” in the mirror about how to elegantly... well, get rid of disobedient “bugs.”

As Shen Yan wonders whether he should join them or “physically persuade” them to quiet down, he discovers to his horror that in this place, the strongest fists make the rules! The “War God” old man in the next bed won the right to improve the entire hospital’s meals for three years by arm-wrestling! Shen Yan’s gained a strange ability: he can clearly “sense” the strongest emotional fluctuations around him, and even... a faint trace of “abnormal energy”?

The new intern, Lin Wan, is looking at him strangely! Not with a patient’s pity, but with... reverence? And perhaps a hint of a plea for help, almost too subtle to notice?

When the director tries to “tame” this “unruly” new patient with a powerful sedative, Shen Yan rolls his wrists and flashes a “kindly” smile that makes every veteran patient take a half-step back without thinking.

“Old man, I hear you’re the one who makes the rules around here?”

What a coincidence. I’m... best at making new rules.