Yan Xizheng was dreaming about a better life in the future, but three urgent problems in life suddenly appeared, pulling him back to the vulgar reality.
Normally, this wouldn't be a big problem.
Children of any age can solve problems on their own.
But now Yan Xi's situation is special. He is tied up and unable to support himself.
What's especially important is that he was also stuffed with a ball in his mouth. Even if he wanted to shout loudly, he couldn't make much noise.
The doctors and nurses in the hospital had been working hard for most of the night, and now they were all catching up on their sleep and didn't pay attention to him at all.
Yan Xi struggled hard for a long time. At the moment when he could no longer hold it in any longer, he suddenly remembered that he had another move. He hurriedly thought about it silently. In the humiliating moment of life and death, his body disappeared inch by inch.
It’s the familiar Taoist temple again, the familiar Sanqing Hall, the familiar coffin...
No, this is not familiar.
Yan Xi was still tied up tightly by Wu Hua Da Da. He rolled around on the ground, took a deep breath, his muscles suddenly stood up, and shouted: "Open!"
Several belts specially used to tie up mentally ill patients with violent tendencies were broken every inch of his body.
The Taoist priest Yanxi's external martial arts skills are extraordinary. A few leather belts are not worth mentioning, and he can break free easily.
Although he exerted too much force, causing his chest to feel depressed and very annoying, Yan Xi couldn't care less and hurried out of the hall and found a secluded corner in the Taoist temple.
As soon as he unbuckled his trousers, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
While having fun and indulgently.
Blood spurted out from large and small mouths.
It's really an experience that even mental patients don't often have.
Feeling refreshed both physically and mentally!
Yan Xi was used to vomiting blood. He was already injured. Liang Mengchun was going to chase the Laughing Young Master and snatch the sword manual. He had no time to waste time on the two brothers, so he and Yuechi did not "break the body into pieces".
”, he only received one heavy blow.
It happened that Taoist Yanxi's Bronze Elephant Skill had reached perfection, and his talent of copper skin and iron bones had been slightly upgraded, so he managed to resist. Although he was injured more than once, he was not life-threatening.
He also resisted most of the injuries for Yuechi. Although the little pendant was probably in intensive care at this moment, his life was saved at least.
After feeling comfortable, Yan Xi wiped a handful of blood from his mouth and wiped it on the Taoist robe. Anyway, the Taoist robe was full of blood stains, so this was not the best.
He looked at the main hall and didn't really want to go in.
There was a small pendant when I came here last time, but this time I came alone. There were a lot of dead people in the hall, and there were many dead people in the middle of the night. I was willing to stay with the dead, fearing that I was not seriously ill!
Qinglongshan Mental Hospital specializes in treating this disease.
To be honest, even if you don't go into the main hall, the Taoist temple in the middle of the night is a bit scary.
Yan Xi stood silently for a moment, weighed it up, and felt that this was not a good place, and that a mental hospital would be better.
He did not stay any longer and went back to the mental hospital. Standing in his ward, a thought suddenly came to his mind: "I can bring back the pendant, and I can also bring a piece of urine with me."
"Why can't you bring back Taoist Yanxi's martial arts? Is there something wrong?"
Yan Xi used the White Ape Boxing stance, carefully trying out the move of stealing peaches from the bottom of a leaf, then trying to practice the move of fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea, and then performing the move of old ape kicking the crotch...
He can perform these moves very skillfully, but the power is really not that good.
Yan Xi's heart suddenly opened up.
This body is also capable of martial arts, but because it has been writing for many years, has not exercised, and has never practiced martial arts seriously, its strength is too weak, so Taoist Yanxi's external martial arts skills cannot be used at all.
It is probably no problem to deal with two or three "similar people" casually, but if you encounter a strong man who has been training all year round, you may not be able to defeat any of them.
This discovery made Yan Xi ecstatic. Although martial arts are of little use in modern society, he writes Internet articles after all. Which Internet article author has never dreamed that he has some extraordinary power?
Even if this power is just martial arts?
Yan Xi was excitedly walking around the room when he suddenly heard a scream outside the door: "Oh no, Yan Xi ran out again!"
As soon as Yan Xi saw that the door was open a crack, he heard a bang and closed it firmly. Then there was the sound of the door being locked quickly, and he hurriedly shouted: "I'm not sick, I'm not sick, don't be afraid!"
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"Don't be afraid!"
The little nurse who came to check on the ward could not believe that he was mentally ill. Outside the room door, she shouted in a hoarse voice: "Quickly go and invite Tathagata Buddha..."
The little nurse was frightened and uttered incoherently. She shouted several times before she realized that the person she was shaking was unprofessional, so she changed her words and shouted: "Go and call Dean Sun Jing!"
After a while, a group of people came in a hurry. Through the observation window, several pairs of eyes looked at each other for a while, shaking their heads together. Sun Jing sighed and said, "His symptoms have worsened again."
Several young doctors nodded repeatedly and agreed with the instructor's opinion. As the deputy dean, Sun Jing also has teaching tasks and will take care of several students.
These young doctors have never seen such a manic patient. He even broke the straps. It was so shocking that no one dared to open the door.
Sun Jing did not dare to take risks and whispered: "Ask the security guards to come over with riot-proof steel forks and electric batons. Remember to charge the electric batons."
"I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have never seen a patient with such violent tendencies. You must be careful and cautious."
"Mental illness hurts people, but you are not legally responsible. You must not make mistakes in your future medical career. I had a classmate back then who was careless..."
Sun Jing sighed, taught the young doctors a lesson, and waited until the security guards rushed over with enough equipment before carefully opening the door.
If Yan Xi had the physique of Taoist Yanxi, who was fat and 1.90 centimeters tall, he would have resisted. However, after appraising his own strength and body attributes, he obediently gave up the resistance and said: "
I'm not sick, don't shock me, I'm really not sick, don't shock me!"
Sun Jing asked: "Do you already feel that you are sick?"
Yan Xi replied subconsciously: "Of course I'm not sick..."
During this time, he was really fed up with being treated as mentally ill. When he answered, he couldn't help but dance and seemed very excited.
Without Sun Jing's orders, more than a dozen electric batons were used to stab him.
"My dear, I am not sick..."
Yan Xi was lying on the ground, with one thought in his mind: "I really want to practice martial arts. I want to practice martial arts, go out of this mental hospital, and give these doctors and nurses electric shock treatment one by one."
"I want them to have a taste of what I have tasted."
"Let you know the consequences of offending a mentally ill person."
Yan Xi's consciousness began to become confused.
Why are you causing such a fuss in the mental hospital...