The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

In ward 666, all equipment was confiscated. In the past, you could hit your body with a barbell, hit a sandbag, and exercise your body, but now there is none.

This made Lin Fan, who thought he had finished drinking the Coke, feel like the sky was falling, his heart became so empty, so lonely, and his familiar partners all disappeared.

"Are you unhappy?" Old man Zhang patted Lin Fan's shoulder, and when he saw that Lin Fan was unhappy, he also pouted, very unhappy.

"Hmm." Lin Fan was a little sad, those were his friends, but now they disappeared.

Old man Zhang rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and half of his body leaned in. After searching for a long time, he happily said, "I found it, I found it."

Two pieces of paper, a watercolor pen.

Old man Zhang put the piece of paper on the bed, lying on the bed, pouted, busy with something.

"what!"

"How do you write Lin Fan's barbell?"

Old man Zhang scratched his head, very troubled.

Lin Fan lay beside him, with a serious expression, and pondered for a long time, "I can't either."

"I remember that I would write before." Old man Zhang pouted, frowning, the watercolor pen stayed on the paper, he hadn't written for a long time, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and patted Lin Fan's shoulder, "I thought of it."

"Someone next door told me that images are the real thing."

sough!

Old man Zhang drew a barbell on the piece of paper.

【O—O】

"What do you think my painting looks like?" Old Zhang asked proudly, pointing to the pattern on the piece of paper.

Lin Fan said calmly, "Barbell."

"Yes, we can recognize it, and those people must understand it, after all, they don't seem to be too stupid." Old man Zhang said.

Lin Fan praised: "You are amazing."

Old man Zhang shook his head triumphantly, "Of course, look at me, sandbags are easy to draw."

Under his operations, a painting was left on the paper.

【0】

"What do you think this is?" Old man Zhang asked again, pointing to the piece of paper. He likes to be praised by others, especially by Lin Fan.

Lin Fan exclaimed, "Sandbag."

"That's right, it's sandbags. Am I good at painting? I just said that I used to be very talented in painting. If I can paint, those masters are all my disciples and grandchildren." Old man Zhang was very confident. .

"Okay, the painting is so realistic." Lin Fan said.

Old man Zhang gave one of the two pieces of paper to Lin Fan, and then held it high above his head, "Let's go protest and ask them to return the barbell and sandbags to us. They belong to us."

The door of Ward 666 opened.

For the doctors in Qingshan Mental Hospital, what they are most worried about is this ward. You never know what kind of things they will do.

Lin Fan and old man Zhang held the cards high and walked in the corridor.

"We want this."

The two shouted in unison, as if they had been imitated thousands of times without a single mistake.

Another ward.

A mental patient took a ham sausage as a ruler to give a class to the following patients, explaining the infinite mysteries of the vast starry sky.

His name is Professor Xingkong.

Old man Zhang's Milky Way operation method was created through the other party's guidance.

Professor Xing Kong was full of anger, and found that the students were attracted by the sound from the outside world. He knocked the students on the head with the ham sausage in his hand, "Listen to the class carefully."

The mentally ill students shrunk their heads, pretending to be serious, and looked outside from time to time with their small eyes.

Professor Xing Kong turned his head and looked outside, angrily said: "You all sit down for me, I will teach them a lesson."

The mentally ill students watched the professor go out, staring intently, and then through the window, they saw Professor Xingkong also raised his hand, shouting after him...

He also waved to the students in the ward.

The lips move.

Although the people inside couldn't hear it, the meaning was very clear.

"Come out, this is more fun."

director's office.

Dean Hao is in a good mood, with ice cream in front of him.

I said to myself.

‘Dean Hao, happy birthday. '

Then I ate it one spoon after another, the taste was sweet and cool, what a leisurely day.

And he's also very laid back.

No one fawns over him.

Because he is the director of Qingshan Mental Hospital, who can ask him for help.

He would be surprised if anyone asked him for help.

What?

Don’t worry if you are mentally ill, I am the dean, and I will definitely give you priority in arranging a patient with a beautiful environment, so that you can live in it and never feel homesick.

If someone needs to ask him for help because of a serious crime, I hope he can make a connection and open a medical record of mental illness.

He absolutely agreed.

Check it out yourself.

Stop and write on the other party's suggestion.

Extremely dangerous person who can cause great danger to society, euthanasia or permanent confinement is recommended.

Long Guo still took the suggestion of the dean of the mental hospital very seriously.

once.

He has used the power in his hands to do such things. Although he feels sorry for his responsibilities, he feels that his mother who is not in a good spirit is too pitiful.

The little girl was too young to believe what she said.

The stubborn second generation was rich and powerful, so he found him here through a relationship, and he wanted to ignore it, but he had paid attention to this news, the terrible XX incident, and saw that arrogant second generation with his own eyes.

His heart, which tends to be at ease, is about to move.

In the end, a medical record was issued to determine the life and death of the other party.

At the same time tell the second generation, you have to keep telling others that I am not mentally ill.

If you say you are mentally ill, others will not believe you.

Only when you say that you are not mentally ill will others believe you.

That incident had an impact on Dean Hao, and the second-generation family threatened to buy Dean Hao's life.

Dean Hao was full of doubts.

Do you fucking know what you're talking about?

I know Maoshan, Taoism, Buddhism, and high-level doctors. You want to ask why?

That would have to start thirty years ago.

It rained heavily that night... Cuihua stood at the door of his house soaked through.

I've mispoken.

It should be that those high-level people who were young were cultivating crazy demons and didn't want to be disturbed by the courses of the high school. Many people found it, hoping to get a certificate of mental illness, and practice quietly without being disturbed.

Dean Hao's righteousness is thin on the sky, and he swipes his pen out of righteousness.

‘This patient needs an extremely quiet environment and cannot be disturbed by others, otherwise it will have a huge impact on the condition, especially the theoretical course is the most dangerous. '

Perfect operation.

Then when those guys wanted to go out, he was waving his pen.

'Under my meticulous treatment, the recovery of the disease is no different from that of ordinary people. '

now.

Those people have become high-level.

Dean Hao is in trouble, so we can't help him. Who knows if that big-mouthed Dean Hao will say nonsense in front of the media. Although it doesn't affect them much, it is a black spot after all.

Boom boom boom!

"Come in." Dean Hao held the ice cream box and licked it clean. It was delicious.

The doctor hurried in and said, "Dean, it's not good, the patients in ward 666 rebelled and brought other patients along, and are yelling in the corridor now..."

Dean Hao stared.

This matter is a bit interesting.

Can you let me go.

I will retire in ten years. I hope to retire in a healthy and healthy way, instead of dying of exhaustion here.