Chapter 69: Mentally Ill?

"Can you really bear to let him go?"

On the highway, vehicles sped along like arrows loosed from a bow. The husband kept his eyes fixed entirely on the road, remaining silent from the very beginning.

At this moment, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of his wife's crumbling demeanor beside him, he finally could not help but break the silence.

"There's nothing to bear or not bear. It's better for him to spend some time inside," the wife's voice carried a hint of helplessness and exhaustion.

"Otherwise, heaven knows what kind of even bigger trouble he would stir up."

The husband nodded slightly and sighed softly, "Let's just hope that being in there actually helps him mend his ways."

"But what about Mom and Dad? What are we going to tell them?"

"Tell them what? There's nothing to say."

Both of them were senior lawyers at a law firm, and in their hearts, they knew very well that unless Wisdom Cube Technology showed mercy and decided not to pursue any liabilities, serving prison time was an absolute certainty.

And that was merely the lightest possible outcome.

If, as they suspected, this matter was truly linked to espionage activities, once the charge of treason was pinned on him, it would mean spending the rest of his life behind iron bars with no hope of ever seeing the light of day.

Not only that, but their own professional careers as a couple would also be completely ruined in an instant.

Yet, how could Wisdom Cube Technology possibly choose not to pursue liability?

It didn't even bear thinking about; they would chase down every single responsible party one hundred percent.

Cutting off someone's financial livelihood was akin to murdering their parents, and heaven knows how massive the losses caused by the younger brother's reckless stunt would be.

How could they possibly let the chief culprit off the hook?

If they couldn't find the mastermind behind the scenes, was it likely they wouldn't find a scapegoat right out in the open?

Meanwhile, Hu Yuhan, dressed in a hospital gown and looking as panicked as a stray dog, bolted wildly out of the inpatient building of the hospital.

He ran in a straight line toward the nearest police station.

Filled with terror, he was terrified that the slightest delay on his part would result in him being hunted down and arrested by the police rather than turning himself in voluntarily—the circumstances of the two scenarios were worlds apart.

Ten minutes later, covered in sweat, Hu Yuhan burst headlong into the police station. The moment he crossed the threshold, he raised his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I want to surrender!"

"Officer, I want to surrender!"

With his hospital gown, disheveled hair, and wild, frantic gaze, his very first visual impression was that of a patient who had broken out of a psychiatric hospital.

Several police officers and auxiliary officers inside the station exchanged quick glances and came to a tacit understanding.

Their primary task right now was first to pacify this "mental patient" and then make a call to have the psychiatric hospital come deal with him.

One of the officers wore a kindly expression and said in a gentle tone:

"Alright, alright, alright, we know you want to surrender."

"Come on, sit down first and talk slowly."

"Don't be nervous."

"Hey, Xiao Wang, go grab a bottle of mineral water. Look at all that sweat; have some water to quench your thirst."

Seeing the officers' friendly and welcoming attitude, Hu Yuhan felt a surge of secret relief. His sister had been right after all—the treatment for turning oneself in was indeed vastly different from being captured.

Under the soothing words of the officers, his emotions gradually stabilized. However, to the eyes of the police and auxiliary officers, this merely looked like they had successfully managed to calm down the manic episode of a psychiatric patient.

Watching the now-quiet mental patient, everyone unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, they weren't afraid of vicious and heinous criminals; what they feared most was a psychiatric patient making a scene at the police station for no reason.

With good reason, psychiatric patients practically came with a built-in "damage immunity" attribute.

Furthermore, a provoked mental patient was quite likely to launch indiscriminate attacks. If someone accidentally got hurt, the station chief would probably have to rush to the city in the middle of the night to file a detailed report, and then things would get really troublesome.

Half an hour passed. Hu Yuhan, sitting in a chair and clutching a bottle of mineral water tightly in his hands, gradually began to sense something was amiss. He had a lingering feeling that these officers were treating him much like a child being coaxed.

He muttered inwardly to himself—right, these police and auxiliary officers must be afraid that he would do something harmful to others.

"Officer, I really am here to surrender myself..."

Just as Hu Yuhan was about to state the reasons for his surrender, he suddenly heard the wailing sound of a siren—*woo-woo~~ woo-woo~~ woo~~*—approaching from afar.

"Isn't that the sound of an ambulance?"

Hu Yuhan felt a jolt in his chest, his attention instantly drawn away as he curiously turned his head to look outside the door.

His mind was filled with confusion. Why would an ambulance be coming here?

Surely it couldn't be the hospital coming to drag him back.

The next moment, when he clearly saw the striking characters "Psychiatric Hospital" emblazoned across the side of the "ambulance," Hu Yuhan, no matter how foolish he might be, instantly realized what was happening.

"I am not mentally ill!"

Hu Yuhan screamed at the top of his lungs in desperate agitation, "I came here to surrender! I am not crazy!"

His cries, however, were entirely in vain. He was forcibly dragged onto the vehicle.

At that moment, Hu Yuhan trembled uncontrollably from head to toe, feeling as though the entire world had plunged into endless darkness.

He kept shouting in absolute despair that he really wasn't a mental patient!

The next instant, feeling a prick in his backside as something pierced it, Hu Yuhan lost consciousness entirely.

Half a day later, the tide of online reports regarding the intelligent guide dog underwent a drastic shift. The previously one-sided wave of accusations and skepticism came to an abrupt halt.

It was replaced by all sorts of in-depth analyses and questioning regarding the suspicious points in the video.

This sudden reversal caught even Li Ping'an off guard, leaving him utterly bewildered and dazed.

In the office, Li Ping'an looked up at Wu Wenbin, who wore an equally perplexed expression.

There was no need to even ask; just by looking at Old Wu's face, one could tell that Old Wu was completely in the dark about this as well.

It wasn't paid internet trolls hired by Old Wu.

"If it wasn't trolls hired by you, how on earth did public opinion suddenly turn around like this?" Li Ping'an murmured to himself in bewilderment.

Upon hearing this, Wu Wenbin shook his head blankly and said, "I really can't guess."

It couldn't possibly be something Xiao Fang orchestrated to guide the narrative, could it... Li Ping'an wondered to himself.

Right at that moment, the ringtone of Old Wu's cell phone suddenly pierced the air.

Old Wu glanced at the caller ID and, realizing it was an incoming call from the police, did not dare to delay for even a second, quickly answering the phone:

"Hello, I am Wu Wenbin, General Manager of Wisdom Cube Technology."

"Hello, Director Wu. Regarding your company's report filed this morning, there are results," a clear voice came from the other end of the line.

"Through our cross-investigation with the local public security system on the other side, the individual in question has turned himself in and is currently receiving treatment at a psychiatric hospital."

"..."

While answering the call, Wu Wenbin had turned on the speakerphone, allowing Li Ping'an to hear every single word with crystal clarity.

Yet, while each of those sentences made sense on its own, when pieced together, they left people utterly baffled and scratching their heads.

The person who had deliberately smeared them—why would he suddenly find his conscience and turn himself in?

What was he trying to gain?

Could it be just for the thrill?

Just for fun?

And furthermore... what on earth was the situation with him receiving treatment at a psychiatric hospital?

Growing more and more confused by the second, Li Ping'an shook his head and said, "It sounds terribly complicated, but as long as the truth comes to light, that's what matters. As for the specific details, we'll just wait and see the police announcement. Old Wu, coordinate properly with the police. We can't swallow this loss for nothing—let's file a lawsuit against him directly."

"Don't worry, Boss."

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