above the disease

Chapter 303 The World of Mental Patients ()

On the mainland, the Six Nations are the six most terrifying behemoths.

There is no shortage of all kinds of abnormal and bizarre events, and there is no shortage of them for the mentally ill.

A few hours after Lao Zhong's death, his belongings were directly treated as medical waste and cleared away.

In the end, the only real relic left was Lao Zhong's fingernails in Zhou Zhizhong's hands.

As for whether to send it back or not, Zhou Zhi didn't care.

If you really go to Ping An Road and do it conveniently, it won't be a big problem.

Immediately afterwards, new patients also arrived in Lao Zhong's ward.

The patient was different from Lao Zhong. He had been silent and never opened his mouth no matter how bad food tried to talk to him.

"Hey, here comes a silent one."

Aoshi sighed: "After Lao Zhong died, there was a lot less fun."

Speaking of this, Haoshi seems to be a little afraid.

"But what that guy said is right. The patients in the ordinary ward are just consumables. The real treasures are the patients in the critical ward."

"I don't know what those guys taste like...just kidding."

Zhou Zhi still meticulously completes what the patient should do every day.

It seems that because of his new job, all kinds of troublesome things did not happen to Zhou Zhi.

As a few days passed, Zhou Zhi also learned more about the intensive care unit, or to be precise, the structure of the entire Kuitian Hospital.

The entire wards in Kuitian Hospital are all under the ground.

The ones on the ground are used to house ordinary patients, while the ones below the ground are for abnormal people like bad food.

The deeper it goes, the stronger the patients inside and the higher the degree of disease.

The [Intensive Care Unit] is for patients who have become seriously ill under the surgeon's care.

As for [Chief Surgeon].

Zhou Zhi probably already knew.

In the center of the entire critical care park, there is a door leading to the fourth level, which is the deep level.

Almost all mentally ill patients at the level of [Chief Surgeon] are completely contained in a specific way and are not seen at all on weekdays.

"You're adapting well..."

"I'm just starving."

Zhou Zhi's regular life schedule and bad food are all visible.

The thin woman seemed to be suppressing her natural urge to chew at all times.

It should be said... Zhou Zhi discovered it a few days ago.

Bad food is waiting for something.

"The ward parade is about to begin."

"At that time, we will have free time to move."

Ashi swallowed his saliva: "This is exclusive to our general ward, [Spiritual Catharsis]."

"Through the spiritual catharsis here, maybe we can all go a step further, and it is still unknown whether we will even become seriously ill."

The woman spoke in Zhou Zhi's ear, seeming to be imagining a beautiful vision.

Zhou Zhi remained silent.

After staying here for a long time, Zhou Zhi's spirit was infected to some extent.

Although it was not directly mentioned in the message, Zhou Zhi could be sure that his mood had strengthened and his spirit had become more determined.

Until this morning.

In the wards opposite Zhou Zhi, a few people have changed, but they are not new people, but a few old people.

They are more eloquent than bad eaters.

The person facing Zhou Zhi was a man suffering from mysophobia.

This man was wiping his skin all the time, swearing, and often chatting with Wei Shi - these two people talked the most in the entire area.

People around me nicknamed mysophobia patients "white tongue".

"Hey...this is the third time this month."

Bai Tongue wiped his skin frantically while speaking: "[The Mistress] has been really out of control since she entered a serious condition."

"I don't know when those jailers will be able to deal with her."

"Kill all of us, what benefits will they get?"

The [Mistress] of the third ward was admitted to the intensive care unit not long ago.

The privilege of catharsis in critical illness allowed this patient to vent her dissatisfaction.

In just ten days, three patients in the general ward suffered from her vicious hands, including the previous Lao Zhong, without even leaving any flesh and blood.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me..."

White tongue wiped his skin, which seemed to never be clean, and prayed.

The same goes for the other patients on both sides.

At present, being selected is almost equivalent to death, and such terrifying severe patients have not appeared for a long time. “It’s like growing cells. People above want to see how mental illness takes shape, so they encourage this.”

Zhou Zhi thought calmly.

"Hey, hey, don't be so nervous. Smile, smile."

The woman who was leaning against the wall poaching was smiling. At first, she was extremely afraid of being selected.

But after a few times, the iron masked plague killer spoke clearly.

"Patient No. 1022, only male."

Hearing these words, Haoshi was completely relieved.

"There are so many patients, how could you be chosen?"

"Do not worry."

Hushi said indifferently.

Just as Bai Tongue was about to speak, his body trembled.

because.

The iron masked plague killer has arrived.

At this time, there is only one possibility.

"Choose...select one of us...?"

Bai Tongue gritted his teeth.

"Ah."

Iron Mask nodded: "It has been chosen."

There were various expressions on everyone's faces.

The silent man in the corner huddled in the corner silently.

Other patients also have different expressions.

"Patient number...9527."

As the number was announced, the mental patients let out a long sigh of relief.

Not...not myself...

That's great.

I feel that the symptoms of illness in my body have reduced a bit.

It's so good to be alive.

"Hey, this number is..."

Haoshi was stunned.

Bai Tongue looked at the ward opposite him.

"it's me."

Zhou Zhi spoke slowly.

"Let's go."

The iron-masked epidemic exterminator took a second look at Zhou Zhi and checked the information: "You are calm. Some patients are stimulated and may aggravate their illness."

Zhou Zhi shook his head gently: "It's not a big deal."

Badishi sighed: "Brother, I didn't expect you to live shorter than me."

"I have pity on Old Zhong. Why don't you leave a piece of meat for me now, and I can help you preserve the relics. We can also go with Old Zhong's before, and we can be considered as one. Oh, no joke this time, I'm quite greedy. of."

Haoshi wiped his saliva and was about to say something else when his mouthparts were immediately fixed.

Bai Tongue didn't have much idea. Zhou Zhi, a person like him, usually only talked more than the autistic man who always stayed in the corner.

Anyway, if it’s not me, it doesn’t matter.

"Let's go."

Zhou Zhi said.

Open the door of the ward.

The young man was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown and was taken deep into the area by the epidemic killer.

…………

in the monitor.

"Patient number -1022, [Sexual Sadism], can influence others through their minds and actively become the target of abuse. The disease seems to be modified directly from the brain."

"Maybe you can get special [brainwashing], [control] and other epidemic eradication techniques from it."

On the other side, someone asked: "If she continues to vent like this, she will easily lose control."

"Our research on sexual sadism is still at the surface level. What if..."

On the other side, a female exterminator watching the surveillance said lightly: "Even if it's out of control, just send it to that person to complete the [frontal lobotomy]."

　There is one missing chapter on Friday and one missing chapter on Sunday. The two chapters will be filled in around 12 o'clock tomorrow.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)