Chapter 1, The God of Suicide

A cleaning lady who was passing by was originally sliding against the wall on the other side. However, upon hearing Zhang Dadao's loud shout, she immediately trembled and sat down on the ground. Zhang Dadao, on the other hand, showed no change in expression, glanced at Old Man Han, nodded slightly, and slowly trudged towards the direction of the ward with a lackluster demeanor. The cleaning lady looked strangely at the empty bench, patted her chest, and cursed in the local dialect: "Crazy!" before hurriedly picking up the tools that had fallen on the ground and leaving.

The old man looked at Zhang Dadao for a moment and said, "What’s going on? I heard that you have been fooling that new doctor, Su, again?"

Zhang Dadao raised his eyebrows, looked up at the ceiling as if he were gazing at something, and his voice became increasingly ethereal and slow: "Who knows, anyway, he was taken away by his family in the morning. I saw a blood mark in his fate palace that extends straight to his hairline, it seems his life is not long now"

This fellow seems to be a bit hesitant, speaking in a stammering manner. Su Jinjing is from a rural background; although she has a good education, she is indeed somewhat skeptical about those mysterious and esoteric matters

Su Jinjing shuddered at Zhang Dadao's strange tone, and suddenly a hand pressed on his shoulder. Su Jinjing trembled violently and exclaimed, "Ah!" Following this, the widowed attending physician emerged from behind, glaring at Zhang Dadao. Seeing that he was completely unresponsive and still staring at the ceiling, the physician sighed and, while pulling Su Jinjing along, pointed out, "You actually believe what the patient says? Don't you know what kind of person Zhang Dadao is? Yesterday, it was just a wound on the forehead; his condition is very serious. It is normal for the family to take him home and have an accident."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth to ask, Zhang Dadao, although his demeanor remained unchanged, spoke up: "That guy's appearance suggests he won't be staying long! In our place, overly curious doctors do not end well."

Zhang Dadao rolled his eyes again and said, "The God who came ahead yesterday must not have taken his medicine. Late at night, he wanted to commit suicide. He doesn't know that our windows can only be opened a crack. He crashed into it and bounced back, just in time to step on the Best Actor. Goodness, that scream nearly scared away the spirit of my outing!"

It is said that due to the tense employment situation, this individual, lacking any connections, managed to obtain a psychiatric physician qualification certificate and joined the five-year training program for resident doctors at the Seventh Hospital. He officially became a practitioner in a high-risk profession. Perhaps due to being new and having changed careers midway, Dr. Su is quite different from the other interns; he is very curious about the various peculiar individuals and incidents within the hospital. Naturally, Zhang Dadao, the treasure of the hospital, is also one of the objects of his curiosity. Perhaps due to being new and having changed careers midway, Dr. Su is quite different from the other interns; he is very curious about the various peculiar individuals and incidents within the hospital. Naturally, Zhang Dadao, the treasure of the hospital, is also one of the objects of his curiosity

"Oh, little immortal, what has happened to you? Did you have a secret meeting with that female ghost last night?" A newly assigned doctor, while fastening the buttons of his white coat, winked at Zhang Dadao. This doctor, who had just completed his internship, was a student of neurology from a second-tier medical school, named Su Jinjing. Although his name sounds soft and delicate, he was actually a handsome and strong man with six-pack abs and well-defined pectoral muscles.

Over the years at the Seventh Hospital, there have been at least eight or ten individuals who claim to be God, Buddha, or living Buddhas. To put it bluntly, there is not much difference between them and Zhang Dadao, who claims to be the reincarnation of a celestial master; most of them are classified as having delusional disorder. With some medication and a bit of persuasion, they generally show improvement. The individual who committed suicide yesterday also claimed to be God, but his condition was indeed quite severe. At this time, it would have been better for him to be confined in the hospital; had he been placed in the intensive care unit under strict monitoring, at least such an incident could have been avoided.

Zhang Dadao staggered into the activity room, exchanging glances with a guy who was depressed due to failing the college entrance examination. Just as Zhang Dadao was about to offer some guidance to this individual on how to achieve success in the future, a sweaty head suddenly poked into the room, scanning the surroundings. Su Jinjing rushed in, pulling Zhang Dadao to the door

Zhang Dadao pointed to a passing attending physician, who was none other than Su Jinjing's direct superior, in his forties, widowed

Zhang Dadao suddenly asked a question, and the point of entry seemed somewhat peculiar. The old man indeed adapted very well, seamlessly connecting: "Yes! His name is Chen Dong, a graduate student from Zhejiang University School of Medicine, right? He is from the psychological counseling department and just transferred here not long ago. Didn't the previous Dr. Liu resign? When God was admitted, he was the first one they looked for. This morning, he was scolded by the family for a while, wasn't he?"

Zhang Dadao rolled his dead fish eyes and cast a somewhat disdainful glance at Doctor Su. He straightened his body, which had been leaning against the wall, and slid down to sit on the nearby bench. "What female ghost are you talking about? The road in front leads to the door, and the mountain is behind. With this kind of feng shui, it can't even attract peach blossoms, let alone a female ghost! Just look at our doctors and nurses here, how many of them are in a relationship?"

Zhang Dadao nodded, seemingly completely unfazed, and simply said: "The next one is him! The next one is him!"

Do you know? The family members of the patient who was discharged that morning caused a scene; they hadn't even walked a few intersections! Taking advantage of the situation, the patient broke free from them and rushed onto the road, only to be run over by a bus! The one who insisted on taking him back was his wife, and she fainted on the spot

In an instant, the credibility of his words seemed to rise to a new level! Su Jinjing was also taken aback, her eyes darting around for a moment, and she asked somewhat vacantly, "So what's with that gloomy expression on your face?"

The sound gradually faded away, and Su Jinjing kept nodding, being led away by the attending physician. Zhang Dadao sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Occasionally, passing patients and doctors greeted him, but he showed no reaction, fixated on the ceiling. It seemed that Zhang Dadao was preparing to remain in this daze until lunchtime. At some point, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit with gray hair sat down beside Zhang Dadao. Judging by the old man's appearance, he was either a retired official or a university professor, exuding an extraordinary demeanor. It seemed that Zhang Dadao was preparing to remain in this daze until lunchtime. At some point, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit with gray hair sat down beside Zhang Dadao. Judging by the old man's appearance, he was either a retired official or a university professor, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

Zhang Dadao's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, as if there were some secret hidden within that expanse of whiteness. In the psychiatric hospital, his entire outfit of patient clothing, combined with this demeanor, made it evident that he was a mental patient. Many family members of other patients passed by and avoided him.

Zhang Dadao nodded, his fingers fidgeting for a moment, and suddenly his tone rose by two notes: "That's right! If God is dead, then he is dead!"

Building 3 of the Seventh Hospital, having passed the breakfast hour, the night-shift doctors and nurses have settled the patients. After handing over their duties to the doctors and nurses who arrived in the morning, they yawned and left one by one. Zhang Dadao furrowed his brows, his eyebrows deliberately drooping into a shape resembling the character "八". His messy long hair covered his forehead, with some uneven bangs hanging down like they had been chewed by a dog, partially obscuring his eyes. The dark circles and bags under his eyes accentuated his lifeless, fish-like gaze, making him appear utterly listless.

The old man nodded, but said, "I do think Dr. Chen has a point. That guy who committed suicide yesterday was too ill; I estimate he will end up taking his own life again after returning home. His family blames the hospital for not keeping an eye on him, yet they do not consider who opposed his admission to the intensive care unit at that time. Those family members of his are probably even less capable of keeping an eye on him!"

Zhang Dadao seemed to suddenly regain some composure, turning to the old man and asking, "Old Han? Is that doctor who took Su Jinjing away named Chen?"

Su Jinjing was also taken aback, originally wanting to inquire about the hospital's feng shui affecting romance, but completely forgot about it in that moment. She hurriedly said: "God? That delusional guy? Didn't he go to the intensive care unit? Wasn't he restrained?"