Treatment Room 13 was rumored to have been shut down after it was exposed on the Internet back then, but the truth was that this Internet Addiction Treatment Center hadn't been shut down.
Dharmaraja was complaining to Immortal Toya, but in fact, he was well aware that the sudden violence online was like eating a bitter pill in silence. It was too easy for netizens nowadays to be swayed by public opinion, and there was a lot of online resentment toward the Internet Addiction Treatment Center. Many anonymous or even public exposures had appeared one after another, posting long articles detailing their experiences in the center.
The parents who sent their children there all had the same characteristics. For example, they had a low level of education. For example, they spoiled their children too much. For example, they had a strong desire to control their children. For example, they all believed that as long as their children could change, it would be fine even if they used a little violence …
After the incident was exposed, Treatment Room 13 had been shut down due to public resentment a few years ago, but the truth was that this mysterious treatment room had been operating in secret all along …
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There were already some cracks on the gray wallpaper. A middle-aged man wearing an eye patch was sitting in his seat in a dark office. His hair was a little sparse and he looked like a greasy middle-aged man. His head was a little sunken and his face was covered in scratches, but these wounds had been there for a long time.
This was an office as well as a treatment room.
The layout inside was very simple. Apart from an office desk, there was also a rectangular table. This table was made entirely of black iron and was wrapped in a thin layer of plastic film. The workmanship looked very exquisite. On the edge of the table, there were several shackles that could be used to restrain one's movements.
Not long after the man waited in front of the desk, a young man slowly walked in. The young man was wearing a special Daoist robe with a rather exotic style. There were hundreds of folds on the clothes, like layers of Michelin tires wrapped around his body. On the top of the young man's head, there were two tentacle-like things stretching out.
"Welcome, Mr Long Ming …" Seeing the young man approach, the middle-aged man hurriedly got up.
"The location Doctor Yang chose was very secretive, but it took my master quite a while to find it." Long Ming raised his eyebrows, then asked, "So, are you willing to accept my master's conditions?"
"I've also long heard of Venerable White's great name. Each of the conditions Venerable White has proposed has poked at my sore spot. Therefore, I have no reason to refuse."
A strange smile appeared on the face of the man. "However, this injury of mine was appraised a long time ago and is incurable. Even if I were to undergo plastic surgery, I would slowly revert to my current appearance. This is a congenital injury, and Venerable White actually has a way to treat it. To be honest, I'm very surprised."
"You don't have to worry about my master's strength."
Long Ming said, "But I have some doubts about Doctor Yang's injury. Do you think he was born with it?"
"Not bad."
Yang Huai nodded. "Forty-two generations of our ancestors have been running this business. But on the thirty-sixth generation, my eighteenth generation ancestor was severely injured. His face was scratched to a pulp, a lot of his hair was pulled out, and even one of his eyeballs was knocked out … It is said that he was even kicked in the head. "
Long Ming: "…"
Yang Huai: "But that's the strange part. After my thirty-sixth generation ancestor, Yang Yong, was beaten to that state, the thirty-seventh generation ancestor, Yang Xin, was born with the same face as the thirty-sixth generation ancestor … Since then, this congenital disfigurement has been like a curse that has been passed on to me, the forty-second generation ancestor. To this day, it has not been completely cured."
"Then does Doctor Yang still remember the man who kicked in the head of your thirty-sixth generation ancestor … oh, no, the head?" Long Ming frowned, feeling that there was something fishy about this matter.
If it was just a simple beating, it shouldn't have affected the next generation like this …
It was obvious that he had been cursed during the process of being beaten.
But how many people in this world could cause such a powerful curse?
"The information I have on my ancestors is really limited, because a few years ago, my Internet rehab center was repeatedly smashed. Some little bastards even set fire to my office when they left, and almost all the information was burned." Yang Huai sighed. "But when my ancestors ran the Internet rehab center back then, it was at its peak … Many sect heads even relied on us to correct the improper behavior of some sect disciples. We don't just treat Internet addiction; as long as there's something wrong with the body, we can cure it."
Long Ming nodded and looked at an ordinary-looking healing device on the side. "Is this the machine you're using?"
"Mr. Long Ming should have already experienced it in the main treatment room, right?" Yang Huai laughed wickedly.
"Yes." Long Ming nodded. "I tried using the highest power before, but it didn't have much effect on me."
"Mr. Long Ming's realm is high, so of course you won't feel anything."
Yang Huai smiled and waved his hand. "But that's just a primary treatment machine. The ultimate treatment machine is the one in my office, which is the one Mr. Long Ming saw."
Long Ming: "Oh?"
"This healing device once treated a cultivator in the Divine Transformation Realm at most. That cultivator was electrocuted to the point where he wished he was dead."
Speaking up to this point, Yang Huai's expression suddenly turned serious. "Art is electrocution."
Long Ming asked curiously, "Then why was he sent here?"
"People are sent here for a variety of reasons. Some are in love, some are addicted to mahjong or games, and there are even some who always come to me for electrocution to treat their impotence because their married lives aren't harmonious."
Yang Huai chuckled, a rather wretched expression on his face. "That Soul Formation cultivator who was sent here was actually a deputy sect leader. Unfortunately, this deputy sect leader didn't get along with the sect leader, and the two of them always held different views on the sect's general direction. But this deputy sect leader was extremely cautious and never let the sect leader get anything on him. But if you walk by the river often, how can your shoes not get wet? "
Long Ming: "So, why was he sent here?"
Yang Huai: "Last Mid-Autumn Festival, the sect had to send mooncakes to all their partners, and the deputy sect leader was in charge of ordering them. And this deputy sect leader actually ordered several carts of five-kernel mooncakes. "
Long Ming: "What about … five-kernel mooncakes?"
Yang Huai: "Doesn't Mr. Long Ming think five-kernel filling is disgusting? For example, I like them with seaweed filling! "
Long Ming: "…"
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