Chapter 788 786 Brain Erosion (Part 2)_1

Chapter 788: Chapter 786: Brain Erosion (Part 2)_1 Chapter 788: Chapter 786: Brain Erosion (Part 2)_1 This condition…

The sudden task requirement caused Fu Qian’s brow to furrow even tighter.

Now there were four patients, and then four tranquilizers, which is to say, the crux of this task lay in “following the correct order,” right?

But if that’s all there is to it, isn’t the difficulty a little too low?

After all, this is an extremely simple permutation and combination problem, which would only yield twenty-four possibilities when carefully enumerated.

Which means, without using one’s brain at all, in the worst case, it would only take twenty-four attempts to clear the task.

That seemed slightly out of character for the warehouse’s usual style.

“Yes, tranquilizers.”

Facing Fu Qian’s doubts at that moment, Dr. Kelly responded with firm certainty.

“It serves both to treat the patients and to protect others, considering the patients have consistently failed to visit on schedule, their conditions are quite unstable.”

Unstable, so might as well knock them out, is that it?

No matter how you look at it, that doesn’t seem reliable!

Grumbling internally, Fu Qian took the four paper bags and a list that Kelly handed over afterward.

Although strange, since that was the task’s demand, might as well do as the Romans do.

The list contained a simple table, clearly listing the names and addresses of the four patients and nothing else.

Thankfully, it seemed they all lived not too far away.

“So, should I deliver them in the order listed here?”

Fu Qian thought for a moment and asked.

“Just deliver them as quickly as possible, please,” she said.

Seemingly oblivious to the implied meaning in Fu Qian’s words, after entrusting him with the responsibility, Kelly politely excused herself and then turned to continue working on the stack of medical files on her desk.

It was evident she was quite efficient, true to her word.

…

One should look on the bright side, at least this time he wasn’t in the role of a patient, but that of a medical assistant.

Carrying the four tranquilizers, Fu Qian left the clinic and looked out onto the empty streets, thinking to himself.

Since there were no special complicating factors, let’s look at the first one… Hushima Zhigui.

Fu Qian quickly noted down the name and address of the first recipient and began to make his move according to the roadside signs.

Considering the place wasn’t that large, he didn’t bother to look for any mode of transportation.

“Hushima Zhigui?”

After about half an hour, Fu Qian finally arrived at the first delivery address, and upon knocking on the door, he met the second living person of his trip.

Of course, this individual’s appearance didn’t quite look like he was suffering from mental distress.

Fu Qian scrutinized the man who opened the door.

About thirty years old, with a lean but clean face, medium-length hair neatly combed, and even at home, he was well-dressed with a pair of rimless glasses on his face.

At the moment, the man was eyeing Fu Qian through his lenses with a puzzled look, cautiously not unfastening the safety chain on the door.

“I am, may I know who you are?”

“It’s time for your medication.”

Fu Qian did not elaborate further and simply handed over one of the paper bags.

“What medicine? I’m not sick.”

The man looked momentarily taken aback and instinctively stepped back.

His expression, clearly questioning Fu Qian’s sanity, was followed by the sound of a click as the door was promptly shut.

As expected, it wasn’t going to be that easy!

Fu Qian wasn’t too disappointed and knocked on the door once more.

As everyone knows, getting inpatients with mental illness to take their medication is no simple task, let alone those who are fugitives.

“What exactly do you want? If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police,” Hushima Zhigui said with obvious displeasure and a stern tone.

“Go ahead, I’m actually quite interested in seeing some other living people.”

Facing his threat, Fu Qian responded with an expressionless face.

“Given that you missed your scheduled follow-up, the doctor has prescribed some medication for you, and I’ve been asked to deliver it.”

After briefly explaining his purpose, Fu Qian took out the contents of the paper bag and showed them.

“A bottle of something that will make you more amiable.”

“The doctor sent you?”

Hushima Zhigui was taken aback this time, as if he had finally remembered something.

“However, I’m sorry, but I don’t accept medication from anyone other than the doctor herself, and I certainly won’t drink it.”

Yet just seconds later, he refused even more emphatically.

So this guy really does have a problem?

Fu Qian wasn’t in a hurry but optimistically analyzed his gains.

There was no time limit on the task itself, meaning he wasn’t in a rush; any progress was good news.

If necessary, he knew several ways to open the door’s security chain without startling the person inside.

“If you don’t accept medication from anyone else, why not go to the clinic on time?”

Next, Fu Qian continued to inquire.

“If you really want me to take it, I have one condition.”

Instead of answering his question, Hushima Zhigui looked him up and down and suddenly spoke.

“What condition? Let’s hear it.”

Fu Qian nodded, his expression still showing little change.

This seemingly convenient condition didn’t seem so precious to him.

It was just about receiving it, after all. Given this guy’s obstinacy, getting him to actually drink it seemed a far cry.

…

Confronted with Fu Qian’s attitude, Hushima Zhigui, the one who made the condition, seemed momentarily less imposing.

“Candles.”

But then he mustered the courage to say.

Oh?

Fu Qian glanced behind the man. Although the lighting was dim, at least the nightlight was on. What did he want candles for?

“How many candles do you want?”

“10 kilograms.”

Um?

One had to admit, the quantity that Hushima Zhigui requested was indeed a bit shocking.

It made one irresistibly wonder what he intended to do with them.

However, amidst Fu Qian’s astonishment, a strange intuition simultaneously surged in his heart.

That was the certainty that as long as he found the candles, this guy would definitely accept the tranquilizer.

What kind of side quest feeling was this?

Could it be that the world indeed contained supernatural elements!

It wouldn’t be surprising, as the unnaturally lit vacant rooms on the street were already quite peculiar.

So in that case, was the essence of his task to persuade them through such “conditions” one by one?

If all the tasks were like this, although a bit nonsensical, it wouldn’t be too much of an issue.

“Alright, just a moment.”

While pondering, Fu Qian casually agreed and chose to take his leave directly.

Hushima Zhigui didn’t utter a word either; he closed the door heavily.

Although ten kilograms of candles was a lot, they were common items, and without a specified brand, collecting them wouldn’t be that hard – it was just a matter of visiting a few more places.

But upon reaching downstairs, Fu Qian didn’t immediately try to search for nearby shops that might sell candles; instead, after briefly determining the direction, he headed straight to the second collection address.

He had a feeling things weren’t so simple. If completing tasks was necessary for people to accept the tranquilizer, then it was worth taking on all the “tasks” to grasp the big picture.

What if the next person wanted a whip?

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