Doctor: "No, no, no, you have nothing to do with depression. You have simply been single for too long."
Weasel: "Why are you so stubborn?"
Doctor: "Why are you so weird?"
Weasel: "Fuck you, will you give me another try?"
Doctor: "Why are you swearing? I think you are sick or crazy. Get out quickly and don't delay the treatment of the patients behind you!"
Weasel: "Damn it, you know who I am, labor and management are weasels, do you and your whole family not want to live anymore?"
Doctor: "You... you are the weasel..."
Weasel: "Why, it doesn't look like it?
Do you need me to call hundreds of brothers over now to prove it to you?"
Doctor: "No, no, no, I believe, I believe."
The name of the weasel is definitely known to everyone in Nanjiang. Even a three-year-old child knows that the eldest brother of Nanjiang is an animal called a weasel.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Weasel felt very benefited, "Now let me ask you again, do I have depression?"
The doctor quickly said, "Yes, yes, yes, whatever Brother Huang says is whatever it is. Brother Huang has the final say on how to write it on the medical certificate. Not to mention depression, I will write it down for you even if you are pregnant!"
"Damn it, uncle, why are you pregnant? Hurry up and re-write the medical certificate and just write about severe depression!"
"Okay, okay, I'll write it right away."
In the end, Weasel walked out of the hospital with satisfaction, holding a diagnosis certificate that said "severe depression."
Looking at the words "depression" above, Weasel felt very happy.
Because in his opinion, depression is a very meaningful symbol.
Throughout the ages, depression has been a standard feature of those literati, poets, and today's big stars in the entertainment industry.
Weasel prides himself on being a cultural person, so how could he not even suffer from depression?
"Hey, Sister Long, I would like to take a few days off. I'm sick."
Weasel took out his cell phone and dialed Long Xiaoman.
"ah?
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Is it serious? How long can you live?"
Long Xiaoman said in surprise on the other end of the phone.
Weasel sighed, "I have depression."
"depression?"
"Yes, severe depression!"
Weasel said in a desperate tone, "Long Jie, please keep this matter a secret for me. I don't want too many people to know about it, and I don't want people to worry about me."
Long Xiaoman said on the other end of the phone, "Okay, I'll keep it a secret for you. Then you can have a good rest at home these days and recover from your illness before working again."
"Thank you, Sister Long, please remember to keep it confidential and don't post it on WeChat Moments."
“It’s so good, why should I post it on Moments!”
After hanging up the phone, Weasel called Zhou Ahu again, "Brother Hu, I want to tell you something, and you must keep it a secret for me."
"I suffer from depression, severe depression. The doctor said that I only have more than 80 years left to live. You must not let others know about this. I don't want everyone to worry about me."
Zhou Ahu's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, "No matter how big the problem is, you'll bother me. If you're sick, I'll treat you. That's it for now, I'm busy!"
After calling Zhou Ahu, Weasel called Yang Xuan again, "Hey, Brother Yang, there is something you must keep secret from me. I have depression..."
Weasel made more than 30 phone calls in a row, asking everyone to keep his depression a secret.
Then Weasel posted on WeChat Moments with a picture of a half-burned cigarette in his hand, and then wrote: Only the cigarette between my fingers understands my heart. Who can understand the pain in my heart?
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There was also a bracket at the end with a note inside: Don’t ask me what’s wrong, some things can only be endured silently alone.
After posting this post to Moments, Weasel clicked on his phone every two minutes to see if anyone had liked or left a message for him.
But after waiting for more than two hours, his circle of friends was still as quiet as water, with no likes or any comments.
Weasel replied in his circle of friends: Thank you everyone for your concern for me, I will definitely get better.
After replying, Weasel waited and waited, but there was not even a message to express condolences to him, and there was still no reply or like.
At this time, the phone suddenly rang.
Weasel grabbed the phone, and before the other party could speak, he couldn't wait to speak, "I mean, little sweet potato, in fact, it's enough if you have this heart."
"I'm fine. I'm really fine. You don't have to worry. Alas, among all my little brothers, you are the most caring."
"If you have to come over later, just push the door open. The door is unlocked. By the way, just come empty-handed. Nutritional supplements can't cure my illness."
At this time, there was a young man in his early twenties on the other end of the phone.
He didn't come back to his senses until the phone hung up.
He called Weasel just to inquire about something. Why did he suddenly go off track?
Judging from Brother Huang's words, he seems to be... sick?
"Fuck!"
After reacting, the young man slapped his thigh hard, rushed out of a temporary wooden house next to the river beach, drove his newly purchased Mercedes-Benz straight to the supermarket, bought a lot of nutritional supplements, and went straight to the Weasel Villa.
This person has a huge head, which looks like a sweet potato on his neck from a distance. He also has a baby face, so he is nicknamed Little Sweet Potato.
Xiao Diguo is a foreigner whose family conditions are extremely difficult. His parents are illiterate and rely on farming to make a living in the countryside. He is a truly honest person.
But Xiao Diguo's personality is just the opposite of that of the old couple. He has always been brave and fierce since he was a child.
Before he finished junior high school, he secretly took the family's money and ran to the city alone.
Because of his young age, it was difficult to find a job, so he found a hard labor job in a sand mining factory on the river beach.
At that time, Weasel was already a slightly famous gangster leader thanks to Qin He's backing.
Once, the weasel went to the sand mining factory to collect protection fees. It happened that the owner of the sand mining factory went out on business, leaving little sweet potato, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old at the time, to watch.
At that time, Xiao Diguo had already won the appreciation of the owner of the sand mining factory with his cleverness and let him serve as a supervisor and counting work, which was considered to be a leadership level.
Weasel and a few gangsters got out of a second-hand Jetta leisurely, holding a white paper folding fan, wearing a red vest and white travel shoes.
I walked around the construction site, but I didn't see the owner of the sand field. Instead, I saw a little sweet potato with a huge head, holding a small notebook and carefully counting the sand and gravel data.