World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 972

Dean Song turned around and threw the mouse droppings into the bathroom, washed his hands and came out.

I asked Dean Song: "There are usually no rats in the hospital, right?"

Dean Song said: "Patients in the hospital usually gather together, and infectious diseases are prone to occur, so I usually pay more attention to the hygiene of the hospital. It is impossible for things like mice to appear... It seems that I need to ask Xiaohong to be more hygienic. The efforts to clean up and prevent the four pests have been strengthened.”

I heard this.

Thoughtful.

Dean Song is a meticulous person in her work. She said that there are usually no rats in the hospital, so there must be no rats. But now not only have rats appeared, but they have also come to this special care unit. Is there anything going on?
I looked at the two book-sized windows near the ceiling, thinking that even if the mice came in, they could only come in through these two windows.

But he stared for a long time.

I didn't even think of a reason.

"Xiao Su, Xiao Su, I asked you to wake up the patient. Why are you in a daze?"

I quickly stopped my thoughts, carefully took the antidote, pinched Guan Hong's mouth, and fed him with water.

Take the antidote.

Guan Hong started coughing.

I trembled with fear and quickly took out a towel soaked in potion from the basin next to me.

President Liu put this thing here. He originally planned to cover Guan Hong's mouth and nose once every three hours to make him continue to faint. Who would have thought that because of the Green God erysipelas in my body and the need to lure out the person behind the scenes, etc., now we But he had to take the initiative to wake up the irritable Guan Hong.

Dean Song glanced at me with great disdain and pushed up his glasses: "That's all a grown man can do!"

I can't be bothered to talk to her.

That is to say, Guan Hong doesn't hit women, otherwise this guy will get mad and guarantee that he will beat Dean Song until he doesn't even recognize his own mother.

After Guan Hong coughed several times, she opened her eyes. She was a little confused at first, but when she saw that her hands and feet were tied with many handcuffs, she bulged her eyes and cursed: "Donkey fucked me!"

He wants to struggle.

But Dean Song had already taken a thick needle and injected it into Guan Hong's arm.

Guan Hong squirmed twice and lost all strength. She stared at the ceiling, as if she was completely stupid.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Dean Song asked me to help shake the windlass on the bedside.

I started to shake the wheel.

This is an elevating hospital bed that can adjust the angle of the backrest. After the rollers were shaken, Guan Hong changed from lying flat to half-lying along with the bed.

He is still stupid.

Dean Song brought a video recorder from the cart and turned on the video recorder. It turned out to be a video of Guan Hong going crazy and struggling to open the hospital bed and hit someone. It seemed that the special care unit had surveillance video equipment.

I didn't know what Dean Song was going to do, so I stayed nearby, holding on to the medicinal towel with my hand, and watched extremely nervously.

A video was played.

Dean Song turned off the video, took out something like a pocket watch, and started shaking it at a distance of about [-] centimeters in front of Guan Hong. The thing swayed with the gestures and made a pleasant music sound.

Guan Hong's eyes began to move along with the thing.

It shook for a while.

Dean Song pointed at the green medicine bottle with his other hand, gesturing for me to give him a pill.

I quickly opened the green medicine bottle and fed Guan Hong one pill.After Guan Hong took the medicine, she took a long breath, her expression as if she had suddenly been relieved of a heavy burden she had endured before.

The whole process was surprisingly smooth.

But I finally figured it out.

Dean Song gave injections, gave medicines, watched videos, and shook things, all in the style of Western psychotherapy.For example, shaking something seems simple, but it is said that top practitioners can interfere with people's brain waves by mastering the rhythm and amplitude of shaking things.

Dean Song shook the thing and asked, "What was the video just now?"

I replied: "What? Isn't that just the video surveillance of him going crazy? Why do you ask this?"

Dean Song heard this and glared at me: "I didn't ask you! I asked him!"

awkward!

Dean Song asked again.

Guan Hong seemed to be completely hypnotized and replied: "Someone went crazy and beat people."

"Who's crazy?"

"I."

"What's your name?"

"Guan Hong."

"Why are you crazy?"

"..."

"Let me tell you! Your wife died young, and you are dependent on your son Guan Xiaokai. You love Guan Xiaokai very much, teach him Qigong and feed him pills every day, hoping that he will become the best master in the world than you, but your son She is too young and cannot bear the blessing of the Qigong elixir in her body, so she becomes seriously ill, right?"

"..."

"After you sent him to the hospital, there was hope that he could be saved, but a traitor secretly poisoned your son, causing him to become seriously ill and incurable. In the end, even the Thirteen Needles of Gui Men were ineffective, and your son died. You simply Unwilling to accept the reality that he had killed his son with his own hands, after being bewitched by others, he instead took the matter out on others and became crazy from then on!"

"You are talking nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense! You are the number one murderer of your son, a fool who can't tell the difference between loyalty and adultery, and a confused lunatic!"

"You are talking nonsense!"

Guan Hong's eyes were bulging, his face was flushed, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his hands and feet were stretched upward.

He is struggling!

Dean Song adopted cruel treatment to expose scars!

The thing in Dean Song's hand shook faster, and the music inside became more urgent. She said sternly and solemnly: "A murderer, an idiot, a madman! If you are a man, kill your past self quickly and apologize for your son. Apologize to the people you hurt and the evil things you have done over the years!”

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Guan Hong was roaring and roaring with great anger, and his body was shaking even more violently.

Dean Song shouted loudly again: "Kill your past self, and apologize quickly! Kill your past self, and apologize quickly!"

suddenly!

Guan Hong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His expression paused, he stopped roaring, his body stopped twitching, his eyes became extremely vicious, and he asked in a sharp voice: "Who are you?! Where am I?!"

Dean Song was shocked: "What's going on? The treatment was suddenly interrupted!"

(End of this chapter)