Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 47 In order to take revenge, the fantasy writer made an interstellar long distance

Gu Ran said nothing, as if surrendering, he acquiesced that this point would not count.

Su Qing showed a winner's smile, and she felt a little proud that her beauty had been proven.

First of all, it must be stated that Gu Ran does not consider himself a womanizer, and being a virgin for twenty years is enough to prove this.

The problem mainly lies with Amelia Su.

She has a peerless beauty and slim figure that attracts all men, and Gu Ran naturally always stands on the side of men, so it is natural for her to be fascinated by her, and it is not because of his personal lust.

If her beauty can be partially offset by being together for a long time, the cute expression she showed just now seemed like a sudden burst of fireworks that suddenly bloomed all over the sky again after they were extinguished in the night sky. Everyone wanted to say "Ah~~".

Anyone who can see the fireworks, even a telephone pole, must pay attention.

——The words above, which look heavy and thick like fallen leaves, are the specific reasons for surrender in Gu Ran’s surrender letter.

"It's really useless!" He Qingyan criticized mercilessly on the spot, "With Su Qing's beauty and fake cuteness, can she be so obsessed with you?"

"How could I be fascinated by her? I was apologizing to her because of your recklessness, so I chose to admit defeat - why are you yelling at other people's ears? What if something really goes wrong?"

He Qingyan was very satisfied: "So you are someone who, instead of blaming yourself, would rather blame others?"

Gu Ran didn't want to pay attention to her now.

He is a normal person, and he has to find a way to get past the spotlight in front of him.

At this time, Chen Ke looked away from the three people and said to the patients:

"As you can see, this is the skit our team of doctors demonstrated for you just now. There is no need to pursue fun, nor do you need to deliberately seek to be understood. Just do what you want to do and say what you want to say. It doesn't matter how crude it is. "

"Oh~~" Everyone suddenly understood.

It's up to them to believe it or not, but Gu Ran believed it himself. He bowed slightly, as if an actor in a Spring Festival Gala skit was about to leave the stage.

What he didn't expect was that Su Qing also nodded and saluted.

After letting go of her hands, her white jade-like auricles were a little red. Was it because her ears felt a little warm?

Of course He Qingyan didn't know how to salute, but she didn't expose it either.

After the explanation, the patients began to get busy. As long as they don't get sick, they can basically be considered normal people, so there is no problem in organizing the program.

But when the fantasy writer found Xie Xiya and wanted to play table tennis with her, everyone's attention immediately shifted, which was different from ordinary people.

"Little sister Xie Xiya, beat him to death!" Zhao Wenjie shouted out his cheers.

"Writer, don't embarrass us old people." said the old tug-of-war man.

"Who the hell is 'us' with you? I'm younger than Gu Ran!" the fantasy writer scolded.

"Isn't it even worse for you? Your hairline has receded since you were a teenager." The real estate aunt was eating dried sweet potatoes.

If she were outside, she would definitely not eat these snacks, but after living in a mental hospital for a long time, she would want to eat everything, just like the night shift wants snacks and instant noodles.

The rest of the people also ate the food they bought, sat on the sofa, and watched the two of them play table tennis.

At this time, whether it is an ordinary nurse, a charge nurse, or a doctor, they will step back a little. Unless the patient needs help or has done something that needs to be stopped, the nurse will step forward to intervene.

The fantasy writer picked up two rackets, handed one to Xie Xiya, and then walked to the side of the table aggressively.

On the opposite side, Xie Xiya, holding a racket, looked like a kindergarten girl singing "The Sun Shines in the Sky" in the 21st century, who was suddenly pulled back to World War II.

Then within a second, she was put on a helmet that was so big that it covered her face, stuffed with a rifle that weighed as much as herself, and asked her to charge into the battle.

"Hook serve!" The fantasy writer stared at the ball obscenely like he was peeking under a girl's skirt.

Snapped!

The ball was hit out, but before the writer could recover, the ball flew past him again.

Xie Xiya looked at the racket in her hand and found that she was holding it backwards, so she quickly adjusted it. When she raised her head, she looked into the eyes of the stunned writer.

This is just like: a kindergarten girl lifts up the helmet that completely covers her face, looks at the enemy, and finds that the enemy has been killed.

After a while, Xie Xiya asked carefully: "Aren't you going to pick up the ball?"

The phantom-smelling writer came to his senses and looked around as if he didn't know where he was.

"It's a fluke, it must be a fluke. This is the legendary new luck in the fishing world." He said, picking up the ball.

"Hook serve!"

Pick up the ball.

"Luck, it must still be luck, but only three things can happen, God said so."

"Hook serve!"

Pick up the ball.

"An illusion, it must be an illusion."

"Hook serve!"

Pick up the ball.

"Doctor Su, I seem to be hallucinating." The fantasy writer asked Su Qing.

"What did you see?"

"A shameless girl who wore a Japanese school uniform, whose skirt swayed while playing, and who casually exposed her thighs, repeatedly knocked back my hook serve that was comparable to Fan Zhendong's."

"That's not an illusion." Su Qing's name was clear, but her speaking style was ruthless.

The fantasy writer recognized the reality and looked at the shameless girl.

"Hook! Hand! Serve! Ball!"

Snapped.

There was an accident, and the nurses subconsciously wanted to step forward, but the ball hit back by Xie Xiya hit the phantom writer in the crotch.

"Hit-" He slowly knelt down on the ground, covering his crotch with one hand and raising the other hand to speak.

They all thought he was going to curse and hit you, but in the end he said:

"Call the singer and buy a two-way foil. Address: Milky Way, Orion Arm, Solar System, Third Planet, China Sea City, {Tranquility Sea Recuperation Center}, female in black uniform on the table tennis table!"

After being helped up by the nurse, he panted and said to Xie Xiya: "Just wait, I'm going to reduce you to a two-dimensional space!"

"Are you," Xie Xiya asked, "praising me for looking like a two-dimensional person?"

"It's two-dimensional!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing!" Li Hui said, "I'm going to Haicheng Hospital for a physical examination tomorrow, and let the doctor check the injuries you suffered today."

After the phantom writer left the stage, Xie Xiya took the racket and looked at the other people.

"Girl, do you play table tennis?" The real estate aunt was chewing melon seeds - don't eat too much dried sweet potatoes, and the same goes for melon seeds, just throw them away.

"I practice piano every day, ride horses or play golf on weekends, take dance classes twice a week, take flower arrangement classes once every half month, and climb mountains once a month. The last time I played table tennis was two months ago."

"Then you are very talented." 'Get out of the hospital soon' couldn't help but chat.

Xie Xiya is undeniably beautiful, and even a mental patient - a phantom writer - can't ignore the swaying hem of her school uniform skirt.

"Nothing." Xie Xiya was humble as if she was frightened.

"It's just that Mr. Writer is too untalented, so it makes me seem very powerful. I've never practiced table tennis, I just watched others play."

Xie Xiya continued: "If we don't talk about this anymore, is there anyone else who wants to fight?"

She carefully spied on everyone, looking like she really wanted to end the war and quickly go back to the kindergarten to eat cookies.

"Let's forget it," Liu Xiaoting looked at Zhao Wenjie, "Wulin leader, it's your turn."

The leader of the martial arts alliance sat on the lazy sofa, waved his hand and said: "Beat my disciple first, then Gu Ran, you go and try her skills."

Of course Gu Ran didn't want to.

But before he could refuse, the girl in uniform, who had been locked by the two-way foil, peeked at him expectantly.

As I said before, you should be careful with your words and deeds when dealing with mental patients. Sometimes just a simple rejection can make the patient sick and make him feel useless.

On a more serious note, commit suicide, or simply kill the person who rejected her.

"Go." Su Qing ordered.

Now she still looks like the cutest girl on earth for 4.6 billion years!

"Don't lose," He Qingyan said, "You represent the doctor, and you represent me."

Gu Ran walked towards the table tennis table. He wanted to pick up the ball on the way, but a female nurse had already picked it up and handed it to him.

He said thank you, walked to the table with the ball, and held the weapon that the phantom writer had left on the battlefield.

"Does Doctor Gu know how to play ball?" Xie Xiya asked curiously.

"I just like doing push-ups."

Xie Xiya blushed.

"Dr. Gu, please watch your words!" Xie's nurse accused.

Gu Ran didn't make a joke, let alone tell a sexual joke to a female high school student. He usually read a book, and when he got tired from reading, he would do a hundred or so push-ups.

During class, he would occasionally massacre the whole school to relax his tense nerves.

Regarding table tennis, all he knew was that the ball seemed to bounce in the opponent's table area?

Gu Ran successfully hit the ball out, and Xie Xiya successfully hit the ball back;

Gu Ran hit the ball out, Xie Xiya hit the ball back; Gu Ran hit the ball out, Xie Xiya hit the ball back;

Gu Ran hit the ball out, Xie Xiya hit it back;

"What are you doing?" The fantasy writer couldn't stand it anymore, "Are you playing table tennis?!"

It’s not that Gu Ran played well, it was Xie Xiya who played well, returning the ball every time that ‘just swing the racket’.

"It's a bit like couples badminton just for sport." Liu Xiaoting said.

"Is it possible that Dr. Gu is in love with the patient?" "Quickly Discharged" really values ​​Xie Xiya.

"Is that the point?" The fantasy writer was heartbroken. "This shameless girl who is about to be reduced by me has been flipping her skirt obscenely. She is seducing Dr. Gu! Su Qing, you still don't care!"

He didn't say that Gu Ran hadn't noticed yet.

As soon as he said this, Gu Ran subconsciously looked at Xie Xiya's skirt.

Today's girls are all very tall, and she has a slim figure. The lowest part of her skirt is just flush with the table. Every time she plays ball, her skirt floats up, revealing a little bit of her white skin.

Black skirt, white skin; black skirt, white skin. Repeatedly.

Table tennis is so fun.

"Please pause!" Xie's nurse shouted a pause.

Gu Ran caught the ping pong ball that flew back.

He did this action very naturally, which made many nurses' eyes light up and they felt very handsome.

The Xie family nurse took Xie Xiya away. When she came back, Xie Xiya was wearing a pair of sports pants under her skirt.

"What the hell did you do! It's so unethical!" The fantasy writer changed his dialect so that no one could tell that he was expressing dissatisfaction with the Xie family nurse.

This time Gu Ran didn't fight slowly back and forth.

He aimed at tricky angles. Xie Xiya's level was good, but it was not up to the level of being able to hit friendly shots again and again in this situation.

Soon, Gu Ran was defeated, the score was 11:6, and he was very satisfied.

His satisfaction proved that as long as he worked hard, he was confident that he could beat Xie Xiya.

Of course, he can't work hard at table tennis, and his efforts are useless. Does the national table tennis team still expect him to win glory?

After playing with the patients for a while and organizing them to rehearse, the happy hours of Friday passed by in a blink of an eye, and it was the exciting time to get off work.

"Based on this week's points, Gu Ran and I will treat Chen Ke to dinner." Su Qing announced in the second team's office.

"What?" He Qingyan didn't know about this yet.

Gu Ran explained to her.

Chen Ke said to Su Qing: "No, since there are two people sharing it equally, let's go ahead."

"It's a rule, you must abide by it. I hope this system can continue." Su Qing said.

"Yes," Gu Ran, who was explaining, couldn't help but interject, "I also hope that someone can abide by the rules and don't pretend to be pitiful so that others can't get points."

"I also relied on my ability to keep myself at the same level as you," Su Qing was still a little proud. "If you can do it, I won't count you as violating the rules."

After saying that, she walked into the dressing room with a smile.

"So there is something so fun." He Qingyan nodded three times.

Then, she suddenly remembered asking Gu Ran: "What about the agreement between us? You should lose, right?"

“Didn’t Su Qing have a treat?”

"you also."

“Didn’t Su Qing have a treat?”

"Two people together don't count."

“Didn’t Su Qing have a treat?”

"Have you also been reduced in dimension? Turned into a repeater?"

"Is it a draw?" Gu Ran confirmed.

He Qingyan looked at him with a smile for a while, and said meaningfully: "I can understand now why you were confused by Su Qing's cuteness - OK, it's a draw, I'll spare you this time."

What does this mean?

Is she so handsome?

Gu Ran's heart beat a little faster.

Chen Ke coughed slightly, disturbing some magic in the air. She asked, "What should we eat for dinner?"

"The more expensive the better." He Qingyan said matter-of-factly.

Gu Ran glanced at He Qingyan.

Chen Ke glanced at Gu Ran.

Chen Ke said: "Eat whatever you want. If you eat too much at night, you will easily gain weight."

"Okay, whatever you want," He Qingyan said, "You can order a few dishes, including steak, hot pot, or barbecue. Even if it's a buffet, I'm fine with it."

"He Qingyan, I have something to ask you." Gu Ran said.

"There is something I want to ask you first. What should you call me?" He Qingyan asked pretending to be dissatisfied.

"Xiaoyan." Gu Ran said with difficulty, "I'm curious, what does a young lady like you usually eat?"

"What are you thinking about?" He Qingyan tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "What kind of society is it now? Everyone eats the same.

“Of course, as the daughter of a high-ranking city official, I have eaten some things that ordinary people cannot eat, but the taste is not as big as the class gap between people.

“The only good thing about those things is that they are guaranteed to have good ingredients and good taste. It is not like visiting a store or ordering takeout, where you will eat average or even unpalatable food, and the ingredients are not guaranteed.

"Understood, Xiao Ranran?"

"clear."

A tendency to talk at length is also a hallmark of hypomania.

Su Qing changed her clothes and came out. He Qingyan, Chen Ke, and Gu Ran took turns to go in and change back into their own clothes.

Only now did Gu Ran see that He Qingyan's clothes were still so gorgeous today.

In Su Qing's words at the time: "Even celebrities wouldn't wear this kind of clothes on a daily basis."

"So-called celebrities are just common people." He Qingyan retorted.

She raised her chin slightly, revealing her unparalleled snow-white swan neck: "Only when they are in the spotlight do they feel qualified and embarrassed to wear gorgeous clothes. But I am different. I just wear it because I am myself." Gorgeous enough.”

"That's very well said." Gu Ran agreed.

Su Qing looked at him, then gave him the car keys: "You drive."

"If I drive, I'll drive."

Gu Ran has a little secret. He watched a lot of driving skills videos before going to bed last night, and also watched a video introducing the functions of the blue BMW.

As a successor to communism, how can we not be prepared at all times?

"And you," Su Qing looked at He Qingyan, "My mother asked you to follow me on Saturdays and weekends. When we drive later, you walk behind us and we will lead the way."

He Qingyan pointed her finger at her temple, looked at the ground as if retrieving memories, and said to herself, "My brakes seem to be broken."

"I'm the one driving the car!" Gu Ran reminded her.

"You are indeed the most handsome man I have ever seen, but just because it's you, the brakes won't change, right?"

"Then - go to repair the car first?" Gu Ran asked everyone for their opinions.

Su Qing picked up Su Xiaoqing who was sleeping on the stool and said, "Do you believe what she said?"

In this case, you should stop chatting, close the windows, turn off the lights, go to the parking lot together, and then find a place to eat under Su Qing's command.

But Gu Ran really wanted to ask, "The brakes are broken" can't be believed, "You are indeed the most handsome man I have ever seen", can you believe it?

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"Private Diary": August 11, Friday afternoon.

Judging from the reactions from all sides, I have confirmed one fact: I am probably really handsome, and I am by no means 'fair' as Chen Ke said.

But it doesn't matter what it looks like. I don't like things like this floating in the air.

The only thing in the world that can hold down my body is true talent and practical learning, which makes me feel down-to-earth and at ease.

But if you can be handsome, naturally the more handsome you are, the better.

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"Doctor's Diary":

Everyone's condition was stable in the afternoon, except for 302 Li Xiaoye who suffered minor injuries, but not serious due to the special area.

Mental patients not only suffer from mental illness, but also suffer from ordinary physical diseases.

The relationship between physical illness and mental illness must also be considered.

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