Opening a Psychiatric Hospital in the Interstellar World

Nian Chu arrived at the place where she was starting her new job, East Suburb Psychiatric Hospital, with her suitcase in hand.

She had been dreaming of a high salary, but when she saw the weeds covering the grounds, the rusty iron gate, and the crumbling sign above it, she wondered: Was this really a psychiatric hospital?

With nowhere else to go, Nian Chu gritted her teeth and stayed. She was also bound to a treatment System and became the hospital director.

No one at the hospital was mentally stable. Well, this was a psychiatric hospital. Who here could be normal?

But could someone explain why a demonic vine wanted to become the most learned vine in the entire interstellar universe?

With no other choice, Nian Chu tried to cure it by teaching it the multiplication table, something everyone from an eighty-year-old to an eight-year-old could learn. Besides, there was no multiplication table in the interstellar era.

The Federation’s youngest marshal became severely mentally ill. His condition was untreatable, so he ended up at her hospital too.

The marshal said, “No one loves me. I’m just a pest-control tool the entire Federation needs.”

Nian Chu put on her professional smile. She was always patient with her patients. “It’s okay. You still have me. I love you.”

Mini-theater 1:

Bai Wuhuo watched Nian Chu carefully tending to all the mentally ill patients. His face pale, he wore a sinister expression whenever she couldn’t see him. He wanted to make all those lunatics disappear, so Nian Chu would belong to him alone and no one could take her away.

When the demonic vine accidentally scratched one of its branches, Nian Chu carefully applied medicine and even blew on the wound to soothe it.

Bai Wuhuo cut his palm and held it out to Nian Chu.

Nian Chu worriedly bandaged his wound, but when she saw his lips pressed tightly together, it was clear he was unhappy. “What’s wrong?”

“I saw you blowing on that vine’s wound... It’s okay, you don’t have to blow on mine. I’m not hurt.” Bai Wuhuo obediently lowered his head and quietly drew back his injured hand.

Mini-theater 2:

Nian Chu looked at Bai Wuhuo, sitting there in despair. Today, he had confessed everything to her, and now he didn’t dare look up at her.

After a moment of silence between them, Nian Chu called softly, “Bai Wuhuo, look up.”

Bai Wuhuo obeyed Nian Chu without thinking. The next moment, he felt something soft press against his lips. His eyes widened and trembled, and he didn’t dare resist the kiss.

Nian Chu cupped Bai Wuhuo’s face in both hands and rested her forehead against his. In a gentle voice, she asked, “Bai Wuhuo, will you betray me?”

Bai Wuhuo wrapped his arms around Nian Chu’s shoulders. His voice hoarse, he closed his eyes and desperately breathed in her scent before saying, “I will never betray my wife.”

Theme: Refuse to be consumed by needless worry