Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

"In a fit of rage, you killed your own students, and even your husband and children were not spared when you got home. On the 14th, you are very sick."

Jiang Chen repeated her crimes.

"No! It wasn't me, I didn't do it, everyone wronged me, everyone wronged me..." No. 14 seemed to have thought of something terrible, and suddenly shouted excitedly.

The dark black blood vessels under her skin protruded little by little, her eyeballs rolled wildly, and her limbs trembled violently, as if she could no longer restrain her fierceness.

"Don't be impulsive!" Jiang Chen immediately rushed to hold her down.

"On the 14th, calm down, don't let anger erode your heart, believe me, you can do it, take a deep breath, don't think about the things that hurt you the most..."

While he was saying that.

With a big hand raised, one slap after another fell heavily.

Every face on the 14th was distorted and deformed.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!..."

"Calm down quickly. If you continue like this, your head will be smashed. The only one who can save you is yourself. Calm down with all your strength, and the slap will stop!" Jiang Chen is still trying to persuade.

The face of No. 15 on the side was already pale.

To her, the scene in front of her was extremely weird.

Jiang Chen's demeanor was extremely serious, and the worry on his face did not seem to be fake, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all, and every slap made a 'clang clang' sound.

She couldn't tell for a moment whether he wanted to save people or kill people.

"Ahhh..."

"It hurts...it hurts so much!"

No. 14 finally showed a horrible death, but under the strengthened restraint belt, it was completely ineffective, and she could only be mercilessly beaten by Jiang Chen's big mouth.

until the end.

The shouting became weaker and weaker.

In the end, No. 14, whose face was covered with blood, was slapped to death on the bed by Big Mouth.

The head is bloody and bloody, and the human form can hardly be seen.

Jiang Chen stood aside, with a distraught look on his face: "How could this be? I've tried my best to save her, but it still doesn't work. Is cross-disciplinary treatment really that difficult?"

"Surgery wants to join the psychiatry department. It is really an extremely difficult road. I am afraid that the only way to achieve success is to step on the corpses everywhere."

"Sure enough, nothing in this world can be done easily!"

He comforted himself with chicken soup, which made No. 15 beside him dumbfounded.

God damn it, if a doctor crosses a field, he has to step on corpses all over the place. You shouldn't be called a doctor, you should be called a human butcher.

"Go with peace of mind. No one wants to see medical accidents. I hope you will survive after death. Don't bear grudges against me. If you really want to bear grudges, here are my ID number and home address..."

Jiang Chen stuffed a note on the body of No. 14, and covered her with a white quilt.

Three seconds of silence.

He turned his head and looked at number 15.

The opponent's body froze for an instant.

"Take off your clothes." Jiang Chen ordered.

No. 15 struggled for a while, thinking of the cruelty of this man, tears of humiliation flowed down her eyes, and she reached out and slowly unbuttoned her collar.

He also consciously lay down on the hospital bed.

"Don't hurt me, I can cooperate with you any way you want to play."

Seeing this, Jiang Chen was startled: "Number 15, please don't be disgusting. I'm not Tamkun. After taking off my hospital gown, I'll put on my white coat as soon as possible. I still have work to do later."

15th:"……"

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Soon, the two changed their clothes and put on masks respectively.

Jiang Chen held a healing hammer in his hand, and No. 15 held a record book and a pen in his hand. They all looked very professional.

"How much do you know about the patients around you?"

he asked.

No. 15 thought about it for a while: "Unless some people are more vigilant, some things that happened to them cannot be kept secret among patients."

"Why?" Jiang Chen was taken aback.

"There is neither a TV nor a mobile phone here, and there is nothing superfluous except for the hospital bed. If you stay for a long time, even a neurotic will become crazy."

"Gossiping about some new patients has become our greatest entertainment."

"Some people are even crazy enough to risk their lives in order to peek at other people's medical records and dig into other people's past."

Having said this, the corners of No. 15's mouth curled up, and he smiled strangely.

No. 14 was an extremely dangerous person, but even so, she couldn't help but secretly read the other person's medical records once.

She herself is one of the craziest gossip patients.

"No wonder..." Jiang Chen suddenly understood why the nurse wanted to steal his medical records.

On the one hand, the newcomers are easy to deceive, and on the other hand, it is actually to gossip about their past.

"The entire ward on the first floor is so simple that it is almost empty. Without external things to attract attention, people will pay more attention to their own feelings, and the illness will be a little bit magnified."

"Sometimes in order to satisfy curiosity, it will stimulate contradictions and collisions among patients."

"Under the long-term spiritual loneliness, some people will take risks and enter that consulting room to explore, thus becoming even crazier..."

"I see."

With deep eyes, Jiang Chen felt more and more that the people or ghosts who designed this hospital must be a group of complete lunatics.

On the road to drive people crazy.

They have extremely deep research.

"Yes, their research results may bring me a lot of inspiration. When we meet, we must communicate with each other."

he muttered.

Then I didn't think too much, just pushed the door open and went out: "Follow me."

The two came to the west side, the first ward near the consulting room.

"What's the condition of the patients here?"

Jiang Chen asked.

No. 15 looked at the two numbers posted on the door, which were 11 and 13, and her expression changed: "The two people here are extremely dangerous!"

"One of them was always fantasizing about having an imp in his stomach and thinking everyone had an imp in their stomach."

"In order to prove his idea, he once killed several patients one after another, cut their stomachs open, and tried to find that little devil, and finally the number of patients rose to 13."

"But the other patient is more dangerous. He has dual personalities. One personality is himself and the other is his wife. One moment he may be talking to you gently and calmly, but the next moment he will take out a knife and suddenly stab you! "

"Oh?" Jiang Chen nodded: "It sounds like the condition is not serious. If you look at it this way, you may need surgery later. By the way, is there an operating room on the first floor?"

"No." Number 15 shook his head and warned with an ugly face: "Do we have to go in? They are really scary. You saw it on Number 14. She is very crazy and behaves strangely. She hardly looks like a living person. Patient Only ranked 14."

"And the patient numbers of these two people are 11 and 13."

"It is said that they all have a rather terrifying past. On the 11th, they killed their own wife with their own hands, and stayed with the corpse for dozens of days without being discovered."

"Number 13 survived an earthquake, but after that, he never mentioned his family!"

"These are two outright lunatics with blood on their hands. Even if we want to pretend to be doctors and cheat medical records, we'd better change two targets."

Jiang Chen glanced at No. 15 in surprise: "Please respect my profession, only you are pretending, and I am a real doctor."

"And who told you that I wanted to lie about the medical records?"

"What I want to do is heal them."

"Don't discriminate against patients with unbearable pasts. A real doctor should treat everyone equally."

"Who hasn't passed yet?"

When Jiang Chen said this.

For some unknown reason, No. 15 shuddered violently almost subconsciously.