Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 126: Good Luck

The sixth floor of the psychiatric building housed the close-observation wards.

The ward Yan Feifan entered around 7 PM was even more unusual.

It was divided by blast-proof glass into an inner and outer room, connected by a blast-proof glass door with a keypad lock.

From the outer room, doctors could observe the patient in the inner room and communicate with them.

The inner room was well-equipped, with a bed, a table and chairs, and an open washroom with a toilet and a sink.

The inner room also had a tap that dispensed warm, potable water.

Standing in the outer room, Yan Feifan studied the patient inside, Yv Yang.

He had noticed it too.

Yv Yang, who was neatly dressed and well-groomed, was also furtively studying him.

Forty-four-year-old Yv Yang sat on a chair in the safest corner of the room, reading a book while stealing glances out of the corner of his eye.

For a patient suffering from paranoia, such behavior was completely normal.

After all, a new, unfamiliar observer had arrived; it was only natural for him to be on guard.

However...

After observing Yv Yang brazenly for over ten minutes, Yan Feifan made a significant discovery. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Before arriving, Yan Feifan had been in the monitoring room, watching Yv Yang carefully on the monitors.

He wanted to compare how Yv Yang’s behavior changed after he arrived.

There were quite a few changes.

He was hunched over a bit more in his chair.

His expression had tensed, and the furtive glances revealed his nervousness and wariness...

Mentally comparing the before and after, Yan Feifan found one detail that remained almost completely unchanged.

The way the pages fluttered when Yv Yang turned them.

When a person is nervous, their muscles unconsciously tense up, especially in their hands.

Under such tension, the page-turning would cause the paper to flutter either more erratically or less so.

The one thing that shouldn’t happen was for it to remain virtually unchanged.

And yet, that was exactly what happened.

This meant that Yv Yang was inwardly calm, not the least bit flustered. His outward behavior was all an act.

This small detail confirmed Mr. Miao’s suspicion.

This guy was feigning mental illness.

However, Yan Feifan’s discovery would hardly stand up as rigorous, scientific evidence in court...

"So you’ve decided to go with an unorthodox approach and try to trick him?"

Yan Feifan glanced at Yiyi, who had appeared on his left side, and nodded. "He’s pretended for so long and has become a semi-expert on mental illness. Only an unconventional method has any chance of success."

Yiyi warned gravely, "I have to remind you, that’s not just an unorthodox move, it’s a dangerous risk."

"It’s all well and good if you succeed."

"But if you fail and there are negative repercussions, you’ll definitely be investigated by the hospital’s disciplinary committee."

"At that point, a disciplinary action would be the least of your worries, and Mr. Miao would be implicated as well."

Hearing this, Yan Feifan asked curiously, "Yiyi, you’re usually more aggressive than I am. Why are you suddenly telling me to play it safe?"

Yiyi shot Yan Feifan a look and huffed, "I wasn’t being aggressive. I was being confident."

"But this time, I’m truly not confident."

Yan Feifan fell silent for a moment before replying slowly, "Yiyi, he plotted and killed two people. There may be extenuating circumstances, but murder is murder. It’s unforgivable."

"This risk is worth taking."

He added confidently, "Yiyi, lately, everything I’ve taken on has been a success."

"Luck will be on my side this time, too."

Yiyi scoffed, "Yan Feifan, luck doesn’t last forever. You’re getting arrogant. Dangerously so..."

Having made his decision, Yan Feifan ignored Yiyi. He also stopped observing Yv Yang and turned to get a cup of water from the dispenser in the outer room.

But as he lifted the cup, his right hand suddenly seemed to lose all its strength.

It took Yan Feifan several tries, his face contorted with effort, to finally lift the cup. He shakily placed it on the table.

For the next two hours, Yan Feifan—unable to use his phone—either drank his water or sat on the sofa, staring into space. He didn’t say a single word to the patient.

Things changed at 9:40.

Lights-out was in twenty minutes.

Yv Yang was still reading, though now he was propped up in bed.

Yan Feifan, who had just returned after stepping out for a moment, stood before the glass wall and murmured to himself, "In January 2007, a woman in the United States died from drinking too much water during a contest."

He went on to explain, "When we drink large amounts of water without replenishing our salt levels, the osmotic pressure in our blood drops. Water then seeps into our cells, causing them to swell. This is known as water intoxication."

Yan Feifan’s muttering wasn’t loud, but it was just loud enough for Yv Yang to hear from the inner room.

"Once brain cells swell, intracranial pressure increases, and symptoms like headaches, vomiting, and slowed breathing and heart rate will appear. In severe cases, it can lead to coma, convulsions, and even death."

Yan Feifan watched Yv Yang and noticed the man start to turn his head toward him, only to catch himself and turn back.

’He must be confused. He can’t figure out my goal.’

Sensing his confusion, Yan Feifan said pointedly, "So, you see, you can drink yourself to death with just water."

Seeing Yv Yang still trying to ride it out by pretending to read, Yan Feifan decided to be direct. "Yv Yang, haven’t you tried to kill yourself several times?"

"Tonight, I’ll grant your wish."

"I’ve arranged for the surveillance cameras to ’malfunction’. They’ll be down for at least thirty minutes."

"You have the next thirty minutes to do as you please."

"Just put your mouth to the tap and chug water for a few minutes. That’ll be more than enough to induce water intoxication."

"Then you just lie down in bed, and when the lights go out, you’ll get the death you’ve been wishing for."

As soon as Yan Feifan finished, Yv Yang moved.

He got out of bed, strode to the drinking water tap, put his mouth to the spout, turned it on, and began to drink in great gulps.

He’d turned the tap on too high, and much of the water was wasted.

From the outer room, Yan Feifan watched him in silence.

Four or five minutes later, Yv Yang turned off the tap.

He straightened up, rubbing his visibly bloated stomach. He glanced at Yan Feifan. "I can’t drink anymore. This should be enough, right?"

Yan Feifan’s expression darkened. "Yv Yang," he said coldly, "you really are just playing crazy. You’re not mentally ill at all."

"For the first minute, you were really gulping down water."

"After that, you were just pretending."

"Do you really think I, a top medical school graduate, can’t tell the difference between a real swallow and a fake one?"

With a mocking expression, Yan Feifan watched Yv Yang approach the glass. His face turned grim. "But whether you’re really crazy or just faking it no longer matters."

"Tonight, you are going to die."

As he spoke, Yan Feifan pulled a small, palm-sized canister from his pocket.

"I’ll let you die knowing why."

"I have amyotrophic lateral sclerosis—ALS. It’s what Stephen Hawking had. You probably know it’s a terminal illness. In the final stages, living is worse than death."

"I took the initiative to contact the parents of that man."

"They were thrilled. They said that if you die, my parents will receive a donation of one million in a few years."

Yan Feifan had looked it up; the lover’s family was indeed quite wealthy.

So the one million offer was credible.

Yan Feifan aimed the canister’s nozzle at the crack in the glass door and grinned maliciously. "This is filled with nerve gas."

"Die..."

As Yv Yang watched in terror, Yan Feifan pressed the nozzle. A sweet-smelling mist sprayed into the inner room.

Yv Yang scrambled to block the gaps with his hands.

So Yan Feifan just switched to another crack and kept spraying...

As they went back and forth, the outer room also filled with the faintly sweet scent...

Yan Feifan’s head began to spin, and his limbs felt weak.

’This ether sure works well.’

Through the haze, a voice shouted, sometimes near, sometimes far. "Help! Somebody, help me..."

"I don’t want to die..."

"I treated that bitch so well, but she kept me in the dark the whole time! She cheated on me, made me raise another man’s son..."

"She deserved to die..."

"And that bastard deserved to die too..."

"And that bastard son of his... he has to die too..."