He spent three years in a mental hospital, being slapped, having his food thrown at him, and being cursed with "a despicable life of serving a lunatic."
The dean treated me like a dog until the day he forced me to get out.
I shouted to the craziest old man, "A... Bed."
The former military division commander stood up on crutches and gave a military salute: "If he leaves, I will demolish the hospital."
Dean's legs went weak.
He didn't know that the "madman" pretending to be crazy in this hospital - the richest man, the god of gambling, the master of national medicine, the king of intelligence - had been hiding for decades, waiting for someone.
It's time to take your medicine.
--Besides.
