Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

"Doctor...doctor, aren't we here to treat patients and save lives?" Seeing another patient die, No. 15 asked with cold sweat on his face.

She found that at the beginning, the man would mourn in silence and repent, and attribute the patient's death to medical malpractice.

Now he doesn't even act.

After crushing his heart, he stood there with an uncontrollable excitement on his face.

His morbidity seems to be deepening little by little.

Or rather, more revealed!

"Death is a relief to those who are deeply troubled by illness."

Jiang Chen glanced at her, sighed softly and said, "Doctors are parents, I will not deliberately hang those patients who have long been incurable for the sake of my own cure rate and commission."

"You only saw that I shot ruthlessly, but you didn't understand the painful struggle and entanglement in my heart before sending them away."

"But it doesn't matter, and I don't need your understanding."

"My grandma told me a word since I was a child, but do good deeds and don't ask about your future."

When he spoke, his expression revealed a trace of vicissitudes and relief, as if he had suffered countless misunderstandings because of "good deeds", but he still chose to continue to forge ahead on this road.

At a certain moment, No. 15 seemed to really see the magnificence and brilliance of humanity from this man.

But soon she shook her head again.

"No, no, the other words he said are fine, but before helping others to be relieved, why do you have to torture them first?"

"That doesn't make sense at all..."

No. 15 looked at Jiang Chen with even more fear.

She was almost certain that the man in front of her was very seriously ill!

"The heart is bright, the means are dark, the extreme good and the extreme evil appear in the same person, split personality, or cognitive impairment?"

"Does he really think that he is doing good deeds? If so, if I get sick later, in order to help me get rid of it, will he also brutally kill me!"

The more No. 15 thought about it, the more frightened she became. She made up her mind that she must behave as normal as possible in front of this man, and not give him a chance to "treat" herself.

At this time, Jiang Chen had already left the house.

A face full of excitement.

From entering the hospital to now, he has only treated three patients in total, and his harvest has already reached 30,000.

In the past, even if he planned carefully, Li Gui's contribution was often only around five or six thousand.

Here, it can easily reach 10,000!

The reason seems to be that the mood swings of these mental patients are all exceptionally violent.

Especially when mentioning their past and poking at the softest part of their hearts, ghostly reminders came one after another.

"This is too cool."

"This sick building is simply my blessed land. I may be born to be a doctor."

"No. 15! Why are you still standing there! Hurry up and keep working."

Jiang Chen couldn't wait any longer. He was extremely dedicated and knocked on the doors of the wards in the middle of the night.

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next.

All kinds of painful, shrill, and desperate wailing resounded throughout the first floor of the seventh sick building.

"Doctor, I'm dying, I'm dying, let me go!"

"..."

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"..."

"Doctor, it won't work there, don't... ah!!"

"..."

"..."

After each treatment, Jiang Chen looked calm, but there was a lot of blood on his clothes.

On the 15th, it was already close to sluggish.

The whole person followed behind him dully.

The occasional expression changes, it's like seeing a ghost.

This man's treatment simply subverted her world view and broke all her cognition.

It made her wonder if she was dreaming. Everything in the dream seemed so weird and strange, making it hard to understand.

Take, for example, a patient with a phobia of sharp objects.

The man's plan was to use a medical hammer to break off one of the opponent's legs, crushing the toes, soles, and calf bones inch by inch.

Still holding a medical hammer, he chased the opponent half of the corridor with a strange smile on his face.

In the end, it succeeded in making the patient suffer from blunt object phobia.

Then he also picked up a scalpel and a medical hammer, put them in front of the patient, and let the patient make a choice.

The other party seemed to be pushed to the brink of complete collapse, grabbed the scalpel without hesitation, and ended his own life.

Treat the 21st when you regard yourself as a potted plant.

He used a scalpel to prune the other person's branches and leaves. The process was so cruel that another mental patient in the same ward was scared crazy.

Another patient suffered from persecution delusions.

He first turned off the light in the ward, and made strange movements in the dark again and again, scaring the other person so much that his throat broke, and then stabbed the patient to death.

Then I explained to myself and the patients in the same ward that I was doing this to prove the other party's paranoia.

Because if someone really wants to harm him, it can prove that the patient is not delusional.

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Mental patients like this will call the treatment process of the disease directly after seeing it.

On the 15th, more than a dozen incidents were witnessed.

As a result, she now feels that she is in a trance, and seems to be getting more and more ill.

At this moment, Jiang Chen pushed open another door.

At this moment, they have come to the east side of the corridor, near the elevator, and there are not many remaining wards.

Along the way, he was slightly disappointed that not all patients were ghosts.

There are also many, many living patients like No. 10.

These people, Jiang Chen, had no interest in healing. He just tied them to the hospital bed with a restraint belt, and let the errand take them back to deal with them.

Except for these living patients.

He has treated 17 patients.

In the last three remaining wards, as long as there are three more ghost patients, he can successfully solve the first floor and draw the five-star card.

If it can be done, it will be more confident to face the existence behind the sick building later.

The door opens.

To Jiang Chen's surprise, there were actually five patients gathered in this room at the same time.

They should be the only survivors on the first floor.

The sick numbers on the clothes of the five people are all at the front, number 6, number 5, number 4, number 3, and number 1.

No. 2 was the previous fraudster, who was hit by Jiang Chen in the middle ward and cured in advance.

The opponent is not simple.

He recognized Jiang Chen at a glance, and pulled him to tell him a plan, which was very detailed and meticulous, to ensure that he escaped from the hospital together.

Her words were quite convincing, and even Jiang Chen didn't hear the slightest flaw.

The only problem is.

He never thought of running away, because he had already determined from the bottom of his heart that he was born to be a psychiatrist, and the seventh sick building was the stage for him to flex his muscles!

Such a good place, why escape?

Not only did he not want to escape, but when he heard that No. 2 wanted to escape, he even acted responsibly and killed him brutally, removing a patient with a different heart from the sick building.