I didn’t hear Zhuge Zhengqi’s words clearly, so I said to him on the other end of the phone:
"Brother, what kind of anorectal hospital?
Our relative is still in an anorectal hospital—not an anorectal hospital? A mental hospital."
When I heard the word mental hospital, I instantly thought of the first time I came out of Luoshen Temple and went to a mental hospital in a daze.
By the way, the house number of that hospital is also No. 185, Wenhua West Road.
Originally, I wanted to ask Zhuge Zhengqi why the house number of which hospital is No. 185, Wenhua West Road.
However, what I experienced later was even more shocking, and the incident gradually faded away.
If the ugly Taoist priest hadn't called me today, I would have forgotten that this happened.
There seemed to be something going on with the ugly Taoist priest. Before I could ask, he hurriedly said again:
"Donor, please remember.
This person's name is Jia Lan, and he was originally scheduled to be discharged from the hospital next month.
The director of the mental hospital just called Master and told him that he was discharged early.
Please go out of your way to bring him back.
Please, please”
"I said, brother, why are you so sociable?"
Before he could finish his polite words, Zhuge Zhengqi actually hung up the phone.
I was stunned for a moment while holding the phone, and then I said to the two outdated gods:
"You two, you still have to follow me to the mental hospital to pick someone up.
Senior brother, have you heard of Jia Lan?"
"Jialan is discharged from the hospital?"
When he heard me saying that I was going to the mental hospital to pick someone up, Fatty Qiu's ears perked up.
After hearing the name 'Jia Lan', Qiu Beidou stood up from the sofa.
He snatched the phone from my hand. After seeing that Zhuge Zhengqi had hung up, Fatty Qiu immediately used my mobile phone to call the ugly Taoist priest back.
After a while, a woman's voice rang on the phone:
"The user you dialed has shut down"
Then he called Bu Liuxian and Zhuge Liujin respectively, and as a result, the three masters and disciples all turned off their mobile phones.
"Eh? Are you following this trick with me?
Do you really think we’ll never see each other again? These three masters and apprentices are like three dogs!”
The Howling Sky Dog, which was still watching the excitement, stopped. It rolled its eyes at Fatty Qiu and said:
"Lao Qiu, do you want me?
What is a dog? What happened to the dog? Did the dog eat your bones? Or did your child dig it into the well?
It's okay to learn from them, we are your friends!
Have you ever talked to your friends like this?"
Seeing the two hasty gods about to blush, I hurriedly stopped them and said:
"You two, why are you two so blushing?
This is a matter of one sentence and one sentence. You two swiped my card and bought a bunch of things. What did I say?
But then again, how did you know the password in my card?"
"I'll accompany you to pick someone up."
While speaking, Qiu Beidou was already walking towards the gate, saying as he walked:
"After receiving the person, we will return to Luoshen Guan tonight.
You've been hiding it from me for so long
I want to see what else those three - those three people can say."
Looking at Qiu Beidou's angry expression, I suddenly had an idea. Did this grandson deliberately change the topic and try to slip away the matter of secretly swiping my bank card?
Qiu Beidou and I both had to go to pick up people, and Xiaotian Dog naturally had to go too.
At that moment, the three of us went to the hotel front desk to settle the bill, and then took a taxi to the door of the bank yesterday.
After getting into the car parked at the door, I turned on the navigation and drove towards the mental hospital.
Although I have been there once, I seemed to have lost my mind that time and can’t remember the specific things.
Who brought me back to Luoshen Temple? I don’t even understand now.
This city is not big, and within twenty minutes we arrived at the gate of the mental hospital.
By this time, it was completely dark, and the hospital had closed its clinics. Looking through the darkness, it felt a bit eerie.
I knocked on the door of the security room at the entrance and said to the security guard who looked a little mentally ill:
"Dude, I'm here to pick you up."
Before I could finish my words, the security guard glanced at me sideways and said:
"Why did you come here? Our dean has been waiting for you for a long time.
If he doesn’t come again, he will have to be sedated.”
While we were talking, the security guard came out of the house and took the three of us into the hospital through the corner door.
After walking through the dark hall, the security guard took us to the door of a ward.
The security guard didn't knock on the door, he pushed the door open and said to a doctor who was pacing back and forth inside:
"Zhao Yuan, the people who came to pick up Jia Lan have arrived.
Should we let them take the people away? Or should we keep them here too?"
"Asshole! Are you sick again?
They are here to pick up patients, not to hospitalize them.
Sun Laizi, your schizophrenia is not cured. I will treat you when I have time."
He is about fifty years old, wearing a wrinkled white coat, and his hair is as tangled as a bird's nest.
The way he looked at people was straight-eyed, and he looked a little bit mentally disturbed.
After scolding the security guard, Dean Zhao said to us:
"I'm sorry, we originally planned to release Jia Lan from the hospital next month.
But Jialan's performance was so good, she was even more normal than us normal people.
Five discharge reviews determined that he could adapt to normal life outside.
However, you family members should continue to observe if Jia Lan has any abnormal reactions after returning home.
Please send him to another mental hospital - no, please call me and I will tell you how to deal with it."
While talking, Dean Zhao took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to me.
I glanced at the information on the business card—Zhao Xinmei, Ph.D., Director of XX Specialized Hospital for Psychiatric Diseases
Zhao Xinmei has a nice name
Just as I was looking at the business card, Dean Zhao Xinmei pushed out a person from behind the screen next to him.
This man was lying on an upright hospital bed, with more than a dozen restraints wrapped around his body.
There is also a plastic mask on his face, probably to prevent him from biting people.
Looking at this man who was tied up like a rice dumpling, I said to Dean Zhao:
"Are you kidding? This is considered cured."
"What else do you want!"
Dean Zhao Xinmei suddenly yelled at me as a doctor, and then he shed tears and continued:
"Fifteen psychiatrists are all hospitalized here because of him, not counting nurses.
I am taking a lot of Valium now!
As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw him smiling at me and telling me that it was time to take Valium."
While we were talking, Dean Zhao handed me the discharge certificate and continued to yell:
"Hurry up and sign! I have the firecrackers ready, just waiting for this scourge to be gone to celebrate!
Don't waste time! How about I give you some peace of mind!"
At this time, Fatty Qiu was also urging me to take this person away.
In a hurry, I signed the discharge certificate - Zhao Xinmei.
Then he pushed this rice dumpling-like person out of the mental hospital.