The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

The nurses and doctors in the corridor saw Dean Hao look solemn and walked quickly towards the other side, knowing that something must have happened.

They followed behind, guessing in their hearts.

If the guess is good, it definitely has a great relationship with Ward 666.

It's time to learn knowledge again.

It didn't take long.

It was exactly the same as they had guessed.

There was a scream like a pig.

"Help, help."

"Mentally ill to kill."

Chen Xiang was clutching his abdomen, blood was streaming down, his expression was terrified, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

The female nurse saw this scene and screamed.

Bloody scenes are always when women indulge in singing, and this is something no one can stop.

Inside the house.

Lin Fan held a dagger in his hand and looked at Chen Xiang calmly. He couldn't understand why the other party yelled like this.

Mental illness kills?

Where is the mental illness?

"You are bleeding, let me help you with a needle to stop the bleeding."

Old man Zhang is an enthusiastic person, he wants to stop the bleeding with a silver needle.

"Don't come over, don't come over."

Chen Xiang clutched his abdomen and shrank in the corner of the wall, roaring, speeding up the blood flow because of his excitement.

Dean Hao and others walked into the house.

When they saw the scene, their expressions were very complicated, a kind of helplessness, and more a kind of unacceptability to the reality.

"President, save me."

Chen Xiang saw Dean Hao, just as he saw the savior. He stretched out his hand to grab Dean Hao, with that look and manner, as if he was saying...

Ziwei, don't go.

Dean Hao ignored Chen Xiang, but gently said to Lin Fan:

"Lin Fan, don't be impulsive, put down the dagger."

At this moment, Lin Fan, holding a dagger with a smile on his face, revealed a kind of confusion in his eyes. Hearing what Dean Hao said, he stretched out the dagger in his hand.

Dean Hao was rather helpless.

This is the case again.

Moved slowly, approaching Lin Fan vigilantly. There was a safe distance between the two. Last time it was a hammer, this time it was a dagger. If the operation is not good, it is very likely that something will happen.

"Give me the dagger." Dean Hao said gently.

He didn't dare to say to throw the dagger over, if it was really thrown over, it would not feel good at all if a knife was stuck in the body.

Dean Hao touched the handle of the dagger, then grasped it tightly, smiled and said, "What a good boy."

The surrounding nurses and doctors looked at the dean in admiration.

Only such a brave dean can dare to face the most dangerous patients of the Qingshan Mental Hospital. If they were allowed to come, they would definitely not have such courage.

They want to cheer for the dean.

It's just that the current situation doesn't seem suitable.

"President, save me."

Chen Xiang's painful cold sweat broke out. He felt his body was a little cold. Am I going to die? Why is this? How could my professional knowledge be wrong.

There must be something wrong.

"I have called you an ambulance, lie down and hold on." Dean Hao said.

If it weren't for seeing the other person being injured like this, he would have kicked over and asked angrily, what are you guys doing, do you know that your behavior is looking for death?

Lin Fan looked at Chen Xiang, then looked at Dean Hao and said, "I didn't want to stab him."

"Well, I believe you, he must have asked you to poke." Dean Hao said gently.

He is a Dean Hao, standing on the side of the patient unconditionally.

Lin Fan said, "That's it. He showed us the animation and said that daggers are very dangerous. I said yes, daggers are very dangerous. Then he said that daggers cannot be used to stab people. I also agree with him."

"But he actively told me that he wanted me to stab him with a dagger."

"I said it's dangerous."

"He told me, it's a good thing that you know that daggers are dangerous, but if you dare to stab me with daggers, I just said dare."

"Then he said, then you stabbed, and then I stabbed."

The speech is very clear.

It is not easy for a mentally ill person to repeat things so clearly. Even normal people may not have such clear minds.

Dean Hao looked at Chen Xiang.

The look in your eyes reveals, are you a brain disabled?

Chen Xiang looked at Dean Hao with an expression of pain. He saw a trace of pity in the dean's eyes. He knew that the dean must have been moved by his behavior.

After all, it is a dazzling thing to provide teaching to patients by example.

And Chen Xiang has a deeper understanding of the mentally ill, and even roars in his heart, saying that a good dagger is very dangerous, and you know that you can't stabb it, but I let you stabb it, why did you stoke it.

According to his theory.

This should be the case.

It was Lin Fan who threw the dagger on the ground in fright, and then shrank in the corner, muttering, Teacher Chen said that he can't stab people because the dagger is very dangerous.

Unexpectedly, he said that he could not poke, but he could poke harder than anyone else.

Force the wave! Force the wave! Force the wave!

An ambulance drove into the Qingshan Mental Hospital with flashing emergency lights.

The doctors and nurses ran up on the emergency stretcher trolley skillfully.

"Where is the patient?"

They are too familiar with the Castle Peak Mental Hospital.

Familiar is like returning to your own hospital.

They were thinking, wouldn't it be that guy again, although we miss you very much, but you can't do this often.

Hearing the sound of the ambulance, Chen Xiang felt relieved. He felt that he could live and finally didn't have to die. He admitted that he had made a mistake. If he just paid a little attention, such a thing would never happen.

The doctors and nurses pushing the emergency stretcher car saw Chen Xiang clutching his abdomen and Lin Fan standing there. For some reason, their eyes showed disappointment.

It was not him.

"Dean Hao, is this patient a new mental illness?" the doctor asked.

If it is mentally ill, they must pay more attention to prevent sudden surge when carried to the ambulance, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chen Xiang said, "Doctor, I am not mentally ill, please help me, I feel a little cold all over."

The doctor ignored Chen Xiang, but looked at Dean Hao. Here, only the dean said he was not, and that was really not.

Dean Hao did not answer, but gently nodded.

The doctor looked solemn, and he was indeed a mentally ill patient.

It was exactly the same as he thought.

Often people with mental illness will say that they are not mentally ill.

This theory is correct.

Just when everyone is busy.

Lin Fan's gaze stayed on the gas stove, and then he blinked at Lao Zhang, pointing out.

Lao Zhang understood what Lin Fan meant, and then put the single gas stove placed there in his arms without everyone paying attention to him.

Although Lao Zhang's chest bulged.

But his sense of existence was a bit low, and everyone didn't notice his strangeness.

"I really want to sleep." Lin Fan said and walked outside.

Dean Hao said: "Lin Fan, you must not take the situation just now, it has nothing to do with you."

Lin Fan said, "Well, I know."

quickly.

Dean Hao and the nurses were left in the house.

The nurses looked at the dean admiringly and applauded.

They believe that as long as Dean Hao goes out, there is nothing that cannot be solved.

Dean Hao was very calm.

The praise from the nurses and the doctors was nothing more than a normal operation for him. He waved his hand to let them go. Don't be like having never seen the world before, it's nothing to make a fuss about.

But this kind of praise still made him more comfortable.