The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

Chapter 17: Cheers!

The barbell and the sandbag returned to Lin Fan's hand.

He was holding a sandbag and Zhang was carrying a barbell, and the two of them walked towards Ward 666 with a sincere smile.

The other mental patients scratched their heads. What are we doing here? It's so boring, so boring, and then they didn't expect to have any requests, so they dispersed and continued to work on what they thought was important.

The doctors and nurses looked at Dean Hao in admiration, applauded and applauded.

All kinds of colorful flattery talk endlessly.

Dean Hao was smiling, but listening to these rainbow farts, he was in a good mood. Perhaps this was the biggest harvest on March 1st birthday.

"Mentally patients are also human beings. The only difference between them and us is thinking. You can’t think of what they think with ordinary people’s thinking. I put up a finger and you will say what it is. Some people think it’s a finger. People will think this is '1', but for them, this may be ham sausage."

The veteran doctor looked serious, but he could hardly conceal his flattering heart, "Listening to the dean's words is better than studying for ten years."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't know when it will become as good as the dean."

"The dean is a mastermind in the field of mental illness, and that is the existence we will look up to all our lives."

Dean Hao was refreshed by his subordinate's rainbow ass, waved his hands, and left.

to him.

These are normal operations and not to be proud of.

Ward 666.

Lin Fan felt so light while holding the barbell. He picked up the barbell and smashed it toward his chest. It didn't hurt at all. He looked at the barbell in confusion and fell into thought.

It still hurts a bit before.

Why it doesn't hurt anymore.

"You come and I will try." Lin Fan handed the barbell to Old Man Zhang.

Old man Zhang was carrying the barbell, which was a little heavy. He believed that Lin Fan could practice cultivation, so he never thought about whether it would hurt or not. He carried the barbell and slammed it towards Lin Fan's chest.

The voice is dull.

Lin Fan didn't move at all, but because of the mutual force, the shaking old man Zhang backed away several steps.

"How do you feel?" Old Man Zhang asked expectantly.

"It feels good, full of energy, everything is fine, but it doesn't hurt." Lin Fan had a hard time understanding the current situation, the previous efforts have paid off.

Old man Zhang stared at the barbell, hitting himself, hissing...It was a kick with a breath of breath. He rubbed his chest, his facial expression became ugly, his round eyes were staring, and his flying tongue said I was in pain. .

"Do you want to practice too?" Lin Fan asked suspiciously.

Old man Zhang's eyes were red and he wanted to cry a little, "I want to see if it hurts, but it really hurts, you lie."

"I didn't lie to you, it really doesn't hurt." Lin Fan thought, and then said: "When I was dreaming, someone said to give me rewards and teach me qigong. I was thinking that our previous efforts must be successful. "

Old man Zhang jumped up happily and said, "Really? Is it my credit? Is my acupuncture very powerful?"

"Well, very powerful." Lin Fan praised.

Afterwards, Lin Fan lay quietly on the bed, tilted his head to look at the old man, and said calmly: "I'm lying here, you hit me with a barbell. We continue to practice and we will be successful."

"Okay, but before that, I think it’s necessary to get a few needles first. My Milky Way galaxy works very well and can help you." Old man Zhang surreptitiously took out the silver needle from his arms. He hid it very deep. Fear of being stolen by others.

corridor.

A male nurse is on patrol. His name is Li Ang. He has just graduated from university. He once had the dream of being a chivalrous man and hoped to be admitted to the four top colleges. Unfortunately, his talent seems not enough. Can enter the ordinary high court.

But even so, he never gave up the dream in his heart.

After graduation, he was assigned to the Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Here he feels that these patients are very cute. Although what they say is sometimes incomprehensible, his heart is very happy whenever he sees that sincere smile.

Even more happily, Uncle Wang introduced him to a girlfriend next door. The girl is very beautiful, small, and sensible. The only shortcoming is that the belly is a little fat, but the girl promises that she will lose weight in a few months. When he came down, thinking of his salary and the beauty of the girl, he felt that he was not worthy of others, and he was picky about what to do.

Boom! Boom!

"what sound?"

Li Ang frowned, looking for his voice.

He turned his back to Ward 666, and his voice seemed to be coming from behind. He turned around and saw what was happening in Ward 666 through a window embedded in the wall.

The cheerful expression gradually dissipated, and the smile gradually solidified.

He saw the old man Zhang's back, and saw the other man hit the bed with the barbell with both hands high. There was a patient lying there. Whenever he fell, the bed trembled violently.

"This……"

Li Ang's heart was cold, and a panic surged in his mind. The old man Zhang in the ward felt a little bit. He slowly turned his head, his eyes were squinted, his face was frozen, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised a smile.

"what!"

He squatted and sat on the ground, screaming screamingly, "Killed, murdered in Ward 666..."

The screams alarmed the doctor and other nurses.

Ward 666 is too familiar.

It's really killing people.

Can it stop.

Let us feel the tranquility of the mental hospital, even a little bit.

There were dense footsteps.

A group of doctors and nurses rushed over quickly, some holding their mobile phones and pressing 120. As long as the situation on the scene was miserable, they would definitely dial the phone as soon as possible.

When they came to the ward and looked inside through the window.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

No matter how serious it was, everyone looked at Li Ang strangely.

The doctor holding the thermos said gently:

"Xiao Li, you just came to work with us. It is normal for you to be nervous, but you can't have hallucinations, otherwise we are not colleagues, but the relationship between doctors and patients."

Li Ang was a little skeptical about life, things were clearly not like this. He looked at the situation in the house and then at his colleagues, roaring in his heart, it's really not what you think.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Inside the ward.

Lin Fan sat side by side with Old Man Zhang on the side of the bed, each with a bag of soy milk, shaking his feet, his expressions were indifferent, and his eyes were clear to the doctor outside.

Shaking his hand, greeted the doctors.

It seems to be talking.

Hello everyone.

Behind them, the barbell was lying on the bed quietly, as if to prove that it was indeed the old man Zhang who hit Lin Fan with the barbell just now.

My barbell guarantees.

There is no way to hide this matter.

It's just that they hide too quickly.

You didn't find it.

"The sun outside is so warm." Lin Fan looked outside.

"Yes." Old man Zhang replied.

The two raised soy milk.

"Sprite."