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The metal door of the laboratory is tightly closed, and no light or sound can be transmitted.

Not only the cold corridor, but also the entire eighth floor was eerily quiet.

Patient No. 1 lay quietly with his eyes closed and turned a deaf ear to the outside world.

I exited Ward 1 and ran quietly outside the laboratory.

Unlike the ward, there are no visiting windows on the doors to the laboratory and office.

To know what's going on, you have to go inside.

After thinking about it, I returned to Ward 13.

"You, what did you do?" Miao Xiaohui raised his head with difficulty, "What, when can you leave?"

"Wait a minute." I opened the closet, and the dean who was stuffed inside immediately rolled to the ground, breathing heavily in pain.

"Dean, it's time for your performance."

After the dean took a breath, I tore off the transparent tape from his mouth.

The dean was sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and wanted to cry without tears.

"What else do you want me to do? Just kill me."

"No, life is so beautiful, why are you in such a hurry to seek death?" I smiled and used a knife to remove the tape on his wrists and ankles.

"Just kill me quickly, I don't want to suffer this again!" The dean sat on the ground, rubbing his red wrists.

I sighed.

"Since you want to die so much, I have no choice but to help you."

I took out the syringe and took off the needle cap, revealing the sharp needle tip.

"Hey, don't say goodbye." The dean's expression changed and he waved his hands hurriedly, "That's what I said, but don't take it seriously! Isn't it okay for me to do whatever you ask me to do?"

I smiled slightly and put away the syringe.

"Go to the bathroom, wash your face and tidy up."

"Oh." The dean got up with difficulty, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and tidied up his few sparse and pitiful hair.

But red and swollen lips cannot be restored by washing your face.

"is this okay?"

I looked at him twice, found a mask and put it on him.

"That's okay, let's go."

"Where to go?"

"laboratory."

"Ah?" The dean's eyes showed fear again, and his steps were hesitant.

"What's the problem?" I looked at him.

"Dr. Lu usually doesn't let others go to his laboratory. I'm afraid he will be angry." The dean's eyes flickered.

"Are you so afraid of Dr. Lu? As the dean, even if you don't have the right to manage the eighth floor, it's okay to go and have a look, right? Just use Mrs. Han as an excuse, let's go!"

I waved at him.

The dean looked helpless and followed me out of the ward to the door of the laboratory.

At my signal, he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Doctor Lu, Dr. Lu, are you there?"

Then, he took back his hand and waited uneasily.

Half a minute later, the metal door opened.

A pale but handsome man's face was revealed. He was smooth and clean, with high brow bones and deep eye sockets, but his eyes were cold.

Her hair was taken care of meticulously, her white coat had no wrinkles, and her black leather shoes were polished and cool.

There is a name printed on the badge.

Lu Junsheng.

"Dean, what can I do for you?" The young and handsome doctor asked, glancing over me and the dean.

The voice was nice, slightly magnetic, but the tone was cold.

The dean trembled slightly, forced a smile, and said: "Doctor Lu, I heard that Mrs. Han will receive treatment tonight. Come and have a look. After all, he is a member of the Han family and I dare not neglect her."

Dr. Lu looked at us twice, said a nice word lightly, and stepped away from the door.

I supported the dean and walked in, carefully looking at the situation here.

There is a smell of potion in the air.

It is said to be a laboratory, but it is actually similar to a ward.

It's just that the wardrobe was replaced by an experiment table, with various experimental equipment and bottles containing potions of different colors placed on it.

The items are arranged as neatly as in the office

There was a hospital bed in the middle, and Mrs. Han was lying on it.

Nurse Lan stood next to the hospital bed, holding a metal tray in her hand.

In the tray were pill bottles and unused syringes.

Seeing the arrival of the dean and me, Nurse Lan's eyes felt more comforted and less uneasy.

I supported the dean, walked to the bedside, lightly poked his waist, and then tilted my head slightly towards Mrs. Han.

"Ahem, Doctor Lu, how is Mrs. Han's condition?" the dean asked.

"The test has been completed, and her condition is written on the medical record card." Dr. Lu said calmly, "I am preparing for the first treatment."

I motioned to the dean to pick up the medical record card from the end of the bed and open it.

Like printed handwriting, it caught my eye.

No. 14, female, 52 years old.

Paranoia, bipolar disorder.

Overview of the condition: The patient is extremely insecure, always thinks that someone is going to hurt her, and has extreme distrust of people and things around her. In order to protect themselves, they do things that harm others.

He abused his nanny, poisoned his family's meals, cursed and insulted them viciously.

Easily agitated, difficult to communicate with others normally, and potentially dangerous.

After a quick glance, the dean put the medical record card back.

"How do you plan to treat it?"

"The patient's condition is serious, psychological counseling is not effective, and medication is needed." Dr. Lu put the crooked medical record card back in place.

"The drugs are commonly used drugs for mental illness. Do you need me to tell you the name, Dean?"

When Dr. Lu asked this question, he looked at me lightly.

"No, no, no, no one dares to worry about Dr. Lu's work." The dean smiled coquettishly, with a low posture.

It was completely opposite to the way he used to arrogantly scold the head nurse and security captain.

He seemed a little afraid of Dr. Lu.

"If nothing happens, please go to my office to rest, dean, and don't hinder my work." Dr. Lu said coldly.

"Okay, okay, I'll be there right away." The dean nodded quickly, eager to leave right away.

"Director Li, since you are here, please leave some money to help." Dr. Lu looked at me.

The dean glanced at me.

I frowned and let go of his arm.

The dean breathed a huge sigh of relief, immediately opened the door and ran out.

"Director Li, you seem to be very interested in the patients on the eighth floor." A meaningful smile appeared on Dr. Lu's face.

Through the lenses, Dr. Lu and I looked at each other, our eyes focused as usual.

"Of course, as a psychiatrist, I must be very concerned about the patient's condition. The more serious the condition, the more challenging it is to treat the patient."

"Very good, you are welcome to join us." Dr. Lu nodded, picked up the syringe from the tray held by Nurse Lan and handed it to me.

"Why don't you give the first injection to patient No. 14?"