Although Feng Yu made suggestions that could soothe Lu Tan's body and mind, Lu Tan still refused.
A woman who secretly uses her own shampoo is unforgivable!
He sent Feng Yu away and returned home where only his friends were.
Lu Tan felt that he needed a little rest.
He thought for a while and called Dr. Hao.
It's the one from Jiangcheng Mental Hospital.
When the call was connected, there was silence at first.
"Doctor Hao, it's me, Lu Jian."
Lu Tan was the first to speak.
"...What's the matter so late?"
On the other side of the phone, Dr. Hao was a little uneasy.
It's almost twelve o'clock now, and a severely mentally ill patient suddenly called me. It's very scary, okay?
"That's right, I wonder if there are any beds in the hospital?"
Lu Tan asked.
"???"
Dr. Hao was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
"Yes, there is..."
"That's great, I want to go there to rest for a few days and take a vacation."
Lu Tan said.
"ah?"
Dr. Hao had an unreal feeling.
Lu Tan's mental illness is not an ordinary mental illness.
Ordinary mental illness usually has mild symptoms and occurs from time to time, and you realize that you are sick.
Symptoms are severe, the disease occurs frequently, and when the disease occurs, one feels that one is not sick.
As for Lu Jian, there was never a time when he wasn't sick and he still thought he was normal.
What makes Dr. Hao feel even more abnormal is that the movie made by such a mental patient is actually loved by people all over the world and is very popular. It is a box office hit and has received constant praise.
Is there something wrong with the world?
Of course, Dr. Hao himself and his family contributed three movie tickets.
It's really pretty.
Now, Lu Tan has taken the initiative to request the arrangement of beds, and it is not in the name of collecting materials. Dr. Hao feels that there must be something wrong with it.
Maybe it's just playing hard to get.
This kind of plot often appears in crime novels and movies. After a criminal commits a crime, he not only does not hide it, but also returns to the scene of the crime to show off, or deliberately aggravates his suspicion to make others think that he is actually innocent.
The same may be true for Lu Jian.
According to Dr. Hao's many years of medical experience, when a person suddenly says that he has mental illness, he is probably not sick.
And when a mental patient who has always claimed that he is not sick says that he will be hospitalized, it means that his illness is more serious.
However, Dr. Hao could not refuse Lu Jian.
After all, Lu Jian is indeed a mental patient, and he still has a certificate from a doctor, and he prescribed it himself.
And he gave too much.
The next day, after packing his things, Lu Tian took a taxi and headed to Jiangcheng Mental Hospital.
For safety, he also wore a mask.
"Hey, No. 900, Xicheng North Road. Are you going to visit your family?"
The express driver seemed to be a cheerful and talkative person, maybe mainly because Lu Jian was a male passenger, so he started chatting casually as soon as he got on the bus.
Jiangcheng City Mental Hospital is located at No. 900, Xicheng North Road. In Jiangcheng, a city with complicated roads, many experienced drivers may not know the specific place name, but if you say No. 900, Xicheng North Road, then these drivers will definitely know that this is a mental hospital.
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"No, I went to the hospital."
Lu Tan replied readily.
"?"
The driver suddenly became quiet. He looked at Lu Jian in the back seat through the rearview mirror, feeling a little panicked.
"Are you kidding?"
the driver asked.
"No, I'm very familiar with Dr. Hao from the hospital. He helped me arrange a bed with a nice view this time."
Lu Tan replied.
"This, this is it..."
The driver responded.
At the same time, the in-car recording and alarm functions were quietly turned on.
After driving for a while, they approached an intersection. While waiting for a traffic light in a traffic jam, Lu Tiao suddenly spoke.
"Master, you don't actually need to do this."
"!!!"
The driver felt a chill running down his spine.
He immediately sat upright and did not dare to look back. He only observed Lu Tiao's expression through the rearview mirror in the car.
Did he find out?
Is he going to take action?
Did he have any knives in his backpack?
Lu Tan pointed to one side.
"The road that turns right from here is closer to the hospital. I have been there several times. I know the road. You don't need to go around on the elevated road."
"......oh."
The driver responded and turned the steering wheel to change lanes.
At the same time, on another mobile phone, the driver secretly typed a few words in the WeChat group.
[Trouble, I’m carrying a mentally ill person, what should I do?]
This WeChat group was established by drivers like them. Sometimes they report on the road conditions, sometimes they exchange industry information, and most of the time they use it to meet up and have fun.
[Really or not, you said mental illness is mental illness, then I also took a movie star, the one from a movie that is very popular recently. 】
[What is mental illness? Who was that last time? He was driving well when the passenger in the front passenger seat suddenly pulled out a knife and stabbed him several times. Now someone is wearing a chainmail suit at work!
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[Don’t panic when you encounter mental illness. If you don’t stimulate him, he usually won’t get sick. By the way, if you see a teddy bear walking on the road, remember to say something]
[You can just brag, I think if you are really mentally ill, why don’t you call the police immediately? Why are you still chatting here? 】
The drivers expressed doubts.
The driver was also a little bit behind-the-scenes.
You really should call the police.
But wait.
He didn't commit any crime, he didn't hurt himself, he was sitting here peacefully, why did he call the police?
You can't just arrest him because he's mentally ill, right?
Then there are a lot of people to arrest in this world.
He continued to drive, chatting with Lu Tian from time to time.
"We're here, please pick up your belongings and get in and out of the car through the right door."
When the car arrived at the entrance of Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, the driver said something.
"Thank you."
Lu Jian picked up his backpack.
"It's a great ride. I hope I can ride in your car next time."
"That's not a big deal..."
The driver forced a smile.
He got out of the car and when he was about to close the door, he called into the car again.
"Amber, we're here, we can get off the car."
"..."
The driver stared blankly at Lu Tiao and said to the air in the back seat.
When Lu Tian closed the door, the driver took a serious look at his back seat. Looking at the empty seats, he felt a little chill down his spine.
The driver did not leave in a hurry, but stared at Lu Jian seriously. He turned around when he saw that he had indeed entered the mental hospital, chatting and laughing with a man dressed as a doctor, and disappeared from sight together.
"It's a lie..."
The driver muttered and started looking for the contact information of the nearest Feng Shui master on WeChat.
In Jiangcheng Mental Hospital, Lu Tan sat opposite Dr. Hao in a consulting room.
"Director Lu, we have arranged a quiet ward for you where you will not be disturbed by other patients."
Dr. Hao said with a gentle smile.
"That's not necessary, Doctor Hao. When I said rest, I mainly wanted to chat with the patients, have a heart-to-heart talk, and collect information along the way. Maybe I can help you treat a few people."
Lu Tiao waved his hand.
"Ah, this..."
Dr. Hao was a little uneasy.
Could it be that Lu Jian deceived all his patients and ended up jumping into the lunatic asylum together?
"It's okay. I'm quite confident in my physical strength. They shouldn't be able to beat me."
Lu Tan raised one hand to show off his muscles.
"That...okay then."
Dr. Hao had no choice but to change Lu Kan's ward to the critical area.
