The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

The doctors and the nurses waited, just like coaxing children, coaxing Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang, who took the lead.

These two are regular customers of the mental hospital.

"We want this." Lin Fan shouted.

"It must be given." Old man Zhang raised his head and arrogantly, as if others would not know that he was also one of the dominant players.

The doctor hugged the nurses.

Whispered.

"What do they want?"

"I think that O—O is likely to be two eggs and one ham."

"What about the other 0, what is it?"

"I think that 0's body is much thinner than O's. It should be quail eggs."

"So, they want to eat it."

Because I work in a mental hospital, the thinking of doctors and nurses has been sublimated, and everything needs to be thought of food.

An veteran doctor bravely stood up and raised his hands to signal to be quiet. Then he drank the hot water in the thermos and moistened his throat and said, "We have seen and understood your needs."

"You can rest assured that these can satisfy you. Each person has two cooked eggs, one ham sausage, and one quail egg."

The mental patients who wandered with Lin Fan cheered.

"There are eggs to eat."

"There are ham sausages to eat."

"There are quail eggs, but what are quail eggs?"

"You are so stupid, quail eggs are eggs laid by quail."

"Oh I got it."

They followed Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang to protest for something.

What do you want?

They don't know, and they don't know what is needed.

Just follow along anyway.

It's fun.

Now they can get eggs, ham and quail eggs, which makes them very happy.

"We don't want these." Lin Fan shouted.

"We want this." Old Zhang said, pointing to the contents of the paper.

The veteran doctor was very confused. Although the first few words on the paper were crooked, it was not difficult to understand, but the latter were difficult to understand, he asked in a low voice.

"What do you want?"

Lin Fan pointed to the piece of paper with Old Man Zhang and said, "We want this, this, this is this."

The doctor and the nurse are about to collapse.

This one?

So what exactly is this, can you tell me something?

Veteran doctors are experienced and good at communicating with mental patients. He is confident that he can communicate with mental patients with zero obstacles, and he can communicate smoothly.

This is the experience gained from medical practice for 20 years.

Rich fruits.

Not young people can learn, they need time to temper.

"Okay, I can satisfy you, but what exactly are you talking about?" the veteran doctor asked.

"This." Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang continued to point to the piece of paper and said.

"Then what is this specific thing?"

"This is it."

"Can you make it clear."

"This is it."

"Be clearer."

"This is it."

...

Gradually, the surrounding atmosphere calmed down. The veteran doctor who was full of confidence gradually lost his smile. Was it because he was angry, but he overestimated his ability to communicate with mental patients.

Looking at the thermos cup in his hand, he has the urge to smash his head in anger.

who am I?

where am I?

I'm in a mental hospital!

A young nurse comforted: "Uncle, it's not your fault."

Indeed, this is not someone’s fault, but it’s really difficult to communicate. You just have to say what it is, but it has to be so complicated.

"The dean is here."

Dean Hao’s arrival undoubtedly did not give them a shot. Dean Hao is their faith here. For them, there is no mental patient that Dean Hao cannot communicate with.

at this time.

Dean Hao, with white hair, walked with a heavy heart. Seeing the gazes from the doctors and nurses, he slowly stood upright, with a faint smile on his face.

Passed a kind of power to them.

That power is called calmness.

"President, Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang need what they wrote, but we don't know what they want. We asked many times, and they didn't say it, just said this." A doctor said.

Dean Hao nodded, "Let me come."

Subsequently.

Dean Hao kept a certain distance from Lin Fan and the others. Don't look at them as if they were unarmed, close contact, that is hidden danger, no one knows what will happen.

"What do you want?" Dean Hao asked.

"We want this." Lin Fan and Zhang Old Man pointed to the piece of paper and said.

Ordinary people will definitely collapse when they see this scene. If you want to say it bluntly, just point to this piece of paper, three words, and two pictures.

We want O—O, 0.

by.

Who can understand this so much.

If anyone can understand, he will never praise how smart he is. Instead, he will quietly clean up a special ward for him in the mental hospital and invite him to sit in it and have a good chat. If possible, give you a test, send a small certificate, and leave a lot of money on the honor bar of your life.

Dean Hao glanced at it and said, "This can't work."

"We want this." Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang said in unison. At this moment, they had a heart-to-heart connection, and they wanted unity.

Following them, the mentally ill people who didn't know what they wanted also shouted, "We want this."

Dean Hao is so tired.

Birthday on March 1st is a farce, and I did not feel the joy of birthday.

Think about age.

Think about where to work.

He wondered how many more birthdays he could have.

"Quiet, it's all quiet, OK?"

Dean Hao regretted it when he faced a career choice.

There are two kinds.

One is to be the warden.

The other is the director of a mental hospital.

He chose a mental hospital.

If you choose the warden, even if this happens, it will be easy to handle. Call the prison guard, pick up your dragon stick, and beat me...

but now……

They are all disadvantaged groups.

How can you beat it.

to be frank.

Dean Hao is afraid. You never know what the mental patient will do next. If you suppress them by force, they can become superhumans, turn on the gas stove, smoke a cigarette calmly, and die with you.

You can also hold a knife and cut yourself first, see if the knife is sharp enough, and then cut you.

These things have happened in the history of mental illness.

A true mental patient will definitely hurt himself before hurting others.

Because they also have a thirst for knowledge.

I want to know if it hurts or not.

Seeing the situation is out of control.

Dean Hao takes a step back

"Okay, give it back to you."

"Little Li, go get the things out for them." Dean Hao just wanted to spend his birthday on March 1st with peace of mind. He returned to the office to eat a piece of cake, make a cup of wolfberry and red date tea, and listen to the song , Sigh where the time has gone...

Doctor Li looked dumbfounded, "Dean, what do you take?"

"Barbell, sandbag." Dean Hao was tired. With so many people in a mental hospital, he alone can understand the meaning of a mental patient. How tired.

Who can help him.

My Dean Hao, thank you eighteen generations of ancestors.