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Bang bang bang!

A clear slap sounded.

The dean's fat face suddenly turned red, and he opened his eyes at a loss.

As soon as he saw me under the light, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The mouth that was sealed with transparent tape could only make frightened sounds like this.

"Be quiet." I said coldly.

The dean hurriedly stopped talking, but he still couldn't control himself and gasped for breath.

I glanced at the badge on his white coat.

Jiang Mingyuan.

"Dean Jiang, right? To give you a chance to survive, go to the eighth floor of the inpatient department and open the combination lock yourself."

The dean's eyes became more frightened, and he shook his head repeatedly, and the fat all over his body was trembling.

"You don't want to go so much? Why?" I raised my eyebrows, confirming my previous guess that the password was fake.

"It's okay if you don't want to go. I'm a reasonable person." I took out the syringe, took off the needle cap, and pointed the sharp needle tip at the dean's neck.

"But the condition is that you have to sleep here forever."

My eyes are cold.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

As soon as the needle tip touched the neck, the skin began to tremble, and cold sweat broke out on the dean's forehead as he struggled desperately.

"This won't work, that won't work either. Your demands are too much." I rubbed my temples pretending to be worried.

"I'll give you one last chance to get an injection. It's better to go to the eighth floor and choose one yourself."

The dean's eyes widened and he made a whining sound.

"To get an injection, you blink once. When you go to the eighth floor, blink twice."

The dean, whose face was covered in sweat, blinked twice.

"It wouldn't have been so troublesome if this had happened earlier?"

I sneered and patted his greasy face, then found a mask in the office and put it on him, covering the transparent tape on his mouth.

Then I used a dagger to cut off the tape wrapped around his hands and feet.

The dean rubbed his sore and red wrists and got up from the ground with great difficulty.

"Let's go, Dean Jiang, we have a lot of work to do tonight."

Before he could catch his breath, I pressed the tip of the needle against his lower back.

The director has the highest authority in the hospital. With him as a puppet and shield, the operation should go much smoother, so I don't plan to let him go tonight.

The dean nodded repeatedly, wiped the sweat from his face, then arranged his few sparse hair, and left the office under my control.

Jingle Bell--

As soon as we turned the corner, the landline rang from the dean's office.

I paused and thought for a while, then asked the dean to turn around and go back to answer the phone first.

The office door opened, and the thin female patient was still sleeping on the sofa.

The dean glanced at her, his eyes a little heartbroken.

"Answer the phone."

The landline phone was still ringing, so I tore off the tape on the dean's mouth and pushed him.

"I think you know what you should say and what you shouldn't say." The needle point was placed on the dean's neck again.

The dean covered his red and swollen mouth and nodded obediently.

I pressed the speakerphone button.

"Dean Jiang, I'm Han Zehai. I've made an appointment to deliver someone to you at 11 o'clock tonight. Is that okay?"

A steady and powerful middle-aged man's voice came from the landline.

It turned out to be the uncle of the Han family!

My eyes widened in surprise.

The dean covered his mouth tremblingly, not knowing what to say.

"Just answer as you agreed in advance." I put away my surprise and whispered.

"Uh, okay." The dean said vaguely with a red mouth.

"Ah? Dean, what did you say?"

The dean cleared his throat, endured the pain, and said in a slightly louder voice: "No problem, just send people to the door and someone will pick you up."

"Okay, I'll ask the driver to leave now. Dean Jiang, you also know our situation. Please take care of her. I hope she can get the best treatment."

"Don't worry, Mr. Han, I know what to do."

Han Zehai thanked him again and hung up the phone.

I wasn't in a hurry to go to the office building. I didn't expect that by such a coincidence, this mental hospital would be related to the Han family.

"Who is Han Zehai sending here?"

"Yes, she is his wife." Although the dean seemed embarrassed, he did not dare not say it.

"His wife is mentally ill?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, it started with depression and self-mutilation, and gradually became more and more serious, developing into schizophrenia and manic tendencies. I heard that his family had several nannies, but they couldn't stand the abuse."

"It was because there was really no other way that he was sent to us. For schizophrenia, our hospital is the best hospital in Dongzhou City."

I touched my chin.

interesting.

Song Zhujun, the ex-wife of the third master of the Han family, was almost killed by the house in Yunhui Yayuan.

Now, the wife of the uncle of the Han family has schizophrenia again.

It would be so unlucky to be the daughter-in-law of their Han family!

I looked at the time and it was 10pm.

Han Zehai's wife will be sent over an hour later.

"The Han family is a big shot in Dongzhou City. How do you plan to treat him after he arrives?" I became a little interested.

"Mrs. Han's condition is serious and she should be sent directly to the intensive care unit." The director whispered.

"You don't even need observation and treatment, but you send him directly to the intensive care unit?" I raised my eyebrows.

"This is also what President Han meant."

I said "Oh" meaningfully, my mind changed, and I was even less anxious to go to the eighth floor now.

Because, there will be a better opportunity in an hour.

"When Madam Han comes to your hospital, as the director, you should personally check in, right?"

"It stands to reason." The dean nodded.

"Very good, then we don't have to make two trips. When Mrs. Han arrives, we can go to the eighth floor together!"

I tied up the dean again and threw him to the ground.

Walking around the dean's office, I discovered that there was a small lounge at the back.

Bed, wardrobe, bathroom, everything is available.

The wallpaper is pink, and there are many plush toys on the bed. The overall style is very girly.

This disgusting old thing!

Coming out of the lounge, I couldn't help but give the dean another kick.

Then, I carried the unconscious female patient into the bed in the lounge, pulled the thin quilt with a pink heart pattern on her and covered her with it.

The female patient is very delicate and looks to be in her early twenties. Although her skin is pale, it has the firmness and delicacy unique to young girls.

She was petite and very thin, as if she could be crushed with just a little force.

The blue and white striped hospital gown looked particularly roomy on her body.

There is no name tag on the clothes, just a number code.

No 4.

She didn't seem to feel a bit of being manipulated, and she slept very deeply.

But her brows were furrowed, as if she was having a terrible nightmare.

It's really pitiful to suffer from mental illness at a young age and be abused by the despicable dean.

I sighed and closed the lounge door.

The fat pig-like dean huddled on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

I opened the filing cabinet, rummaged through it, and found the information on Dakang Mental Hospital.