Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"No need." Wan Bochong said coldly, "Observe first. If the irritability persists, give her a sedative to prevent her from hurting others or herself."

"yes!"

Seeing that Wan Bochong really thought she was mentally ill, Yang Xianluo immediately closed her mouth and sat on the bed obediently. She didn't want to get an injection.

It's just that he can't help but feel a little aggrieved because he doesn't remember himself.

"Didi, the door is open!"

Opening the door to the ward, Wan Bochong walked in, looked at the girl sitting on the bed silently and asked indifferently, "Is your name Yang Xianluo?"

"Yeah!" Yang Xianluo responded, holding back the sourness in his heart.

"Relax, cooperate actively, and I will cure you."

"I'm not sick!" Yang Xianluo raised his head and looked at the cold man, saying aggrievedly.

Seeing the aggrieved look in the girl's eyes sitting on the bed, Wan Bochong couldn't help but feel strange in his heart. He lowered his eyes slightly and said stiffly, "People with mental illness think that they are not sick."

Zhang Jie was afraid that Yang Xianluo would suddenly get emotional and argue with Wan Bochong, and be misunderstood that measures were taken because of the onset of illness. He quickly stepped forward and said to the cold man with a smile, "Haha, this is the first time for this friend of mine to be...

Mental illness, I’m not used to it yet, I’ll get used to it after staying there for a few days.”

"Host, Wan Bochong doesn't know you at all now. It's useless even if you blame him. You might as well have a good relationship with him." Xiao Guo'er said.

"I don't blame him, I just feel a little disappointed in my heart." Yang Xianluo said gloomily.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, smiled at the man standing in front of him and said, "Doctor Wan, I will relax and cooperate with the treatment."

"How do you know my last name?" Wan Bochong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Isn't it written on your badge?" Yang Xianluo said, pointing to the badge hanging on his clothes.

He lowered his head and glanced at the small sign with his name on his chest. A trace of annoyance flashed through the cold man's eyes. How could he ask such a stupid question? He was really confused. There was a name tag on his clothes.

Forgot.

After checking Yang Xianluo and Zhang Jie with a cold face, Wan Bochong led others to leave the ward. Before opening the door, he couldn't help but stop and turned around to look at the people sitting on the bed.

The girl said, "When it gets dark, just close your eyes and go to sleep. No matter what sound you hear, don't be curious."

When the doctors and nurses following him heard this, their expressions changed slightly.

Yang Xianluo raised his head sharply, his eyes shining brightly, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Dr. Wan, for the reminder."

The originally gloomy girl suddenly became full of energy, and Wan Bochong was almost dazzled by her bright smile.

What a girl with changeable emotions.

Zhang Zhi was very enthusiastic, speaking like Wan Ge, and he was not unfamiliar at all.

"Brother Wan, does he really not remember us?" Li Baicha leaned into Zhang Zhi's ear and asked.

"It doesn't matter if I don't remember, it's still my brother Wan!" Zhang Zhi said nonchalantly.

After hearing the conversation between the two, Wan Bochong's eyes deepened a little.

Wang Quan learned his lesson and did not dare to make trouble again. He accepted the examination in a well-behaved manner.

Wang Rou still looked pitiful and submissive.

After Wan Bochong left with the doctors and nurses, everyone in the ward stood in front of the glass, looking straight at Yang Xianluo and the others.

"Fuck, what the hell is this place!" Wang Quan cursed in his heart.

Soon, all the patients seemed to have a collective illness, banging on the glass with their hands violently, as if they were about to break out of it at any time.

"Come here quickly, these patients are all sick." Wang Quan shouted in fear, "Where are the doctors? Where did they die?"

"Xianluo, they won't run out, right?" Zhang Jie looked at the crazy patients and couldn't help but swallowed and asked.

"This glass looks quite strong. It shouldn't be broken so easily. Let's wait and see what happens!"

The riot lasted until dark. Fortunately, the glass was strong enough and these frantic patients did not escape.

"Huh, they finally got tired of knocking. If they keep knocking like this, my nerves won't be able to bear it anymore." Zhang Jie said with a sigh of relief.

All the patients in the ward were like puppets on strings. After they were quiet, they went to bed obediently.

Yang Xianluo also took off the quilt and lay on the bed ready to fall asleep.

"Xianluo, it's just starting to get dark, can you sleep?" Zhang Jie looked at Yang Xianluo who was already lying on the bed and asked.

"Wan Bochong told us to close our eyes and go to sleep immediately after dark, and not to be curious no matter what sounds we hear."

"Do you just listen to what he says?" Zhang Jie said with a teasing smile.

"Do you think Wan Bochong, with his cold temperament, can talk useless nonsense to me?"

"Fuck you." Zhang Jie shouted to Zhang Zhi and Li Baicha on the other side of the glass, "Go to bed quickly and don't be curious no matter what sound you hear."

After saying that, he immediately climbed into bed, pulled up the quilt and covered his head tightly.

Zhang Zhi and Li Baicha didn't waste any time, quickly got into bed, closed their eyes and forced themselves to sleep.

Wang Quan looked at the people hurriedly sleeping on the bed across from him and curled his lips, "These people are indeed sick."

All the patients in the ward had fallen asleep, and the entire corridor became quiet instantly. The ward they lived in was even colder, and the dark yellow lights in the corridor flickered on and off, making it look very eerie.

"Quan'er, should we go to bed quickly?" Wang Rou said with some uneasiness.

"Why are you sleeping so early now? If others are sick, you will also be sick!" Wang Quan yelled irritably.

Because it was so quiet, his echo could be heard throughout the corridor.

"My sister said the wrong thing. I'm sorry, Quan'er, don't be angry with your sister. If you don't want to sleep, I won't sleep." Wang Rou quickly stepped forward and took Wang Quan's hand to coax.

"Get out of here." Wang Quan slammed Wang Rou's hand away as if he had been touched by something dirty, and cursed with contempt in his eyes, "You are not allowed to touch me with your dirty hands."

When several people heard the insulting words Wang Quan said to his sister, their hearts itched with hatred and they couldn't help clenching their fists, eager to rush up and teach him a lesson.

Thinking about Wang Rou's attitude, it's better to just be patient and stop meddling in other people's business.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. These two siblings are both weird.

As time passed slowly, heavy footsteps came from the corridor, approaching their ward step by step.

Yang Xianluo and others closed their eyes tightly, not daring to make a sound, their hearts beating like drums.

Something was coming towards them.