Frank was very excited when he first arrived at the mental hospital. He didn't expect that $80,000 would free him from that damn prison. All that was left was to wait, waiting for him to hit the right person, who would surely fall from the sky on colorful auspicious clouds.
He was rescued from this sea of suffering.
The mental hospital arranged for him a double room with no TV, no mobile phone, and not even a radio. There was only a mentally ill person who nagged all day long. The most disgusting thing was not this.
I can imagine a person suddenly sitting up from bed in the middle of the night, giggling non-stop, sitting on a boat, looking at the dark window... chatting!!
Who can stand this?
Frank had been on the battlefield and killed people, but he couldn't bear to do this in the middle of the night.
One day left him nervous and two days later he became furious.
As the saying goes, if you can't bear it anymore, there is no need to bear it anymore!
On the third night, Frank beat the mentally ill man. After the beating, he didn't shout or cry. He just looked at Frank and giggled...
Frank went crazy.
The doctor judged that Frank was quite aggressive and moved him to a single room, but his hands and feet were still chained.
There is no TV, no mobile phone, no radio, nothing can be done, no door can be left, no one to talk to, it is worse than a fucking prison.
After suffering for a week, Frank felt that he was really suffering from a mental illness.
Damn Fuck, damn Derek, damn Wang, where are you? Save the child!
Before his hero came to save him, Frank went crazy more than once. He told the doctor that he was not mentally ill, which was a lie. I wanted to go back to prison. I didn’t want to stay in this hellish place!
From kind words to yelling, from physical threats to begging, my spirit gradually collapsed.
Doctor: "Increase the dose, the situation is getting worse!"
Not only that, Frank was also put in a restraint belt so that he couldn't move at all. There was a basin under him for defecation and a tube for peeing.
""Let me go, I'm not sick, you crazy people, hahahahaha, crazy people, you are the crazy ones!
"Continue to increase the dose, and the patient will become very aggressive!" the doctor said.
Then, Frank no longer responded to someone coming in, collapsed, destroyed, gave up completely.
The doctor's evaluation was, "The patient has self-destructive tendencies, and his mobility must be controlled and his actions must continue to be restricted."
So much so that when Wang Zhen saw Frank tied to the bed with a restraint belt, he was stunned. What was going on?
Also, why didn’t this guy react?
Isn't he dead?
After walking in, he lowered his head and confirmed that it was Frank. Wang Zhen took off his mask and whispered: "Frank, what's wrong with you?"
The call in his ear gradually brought Frank back to his senses, his pupils refocused, and the face of the colorful hero who said he wanted to rescue him from prison appeared in front of him.
I blinked in disbelief and reached out to rub my eyes but found that I couldn't move my hands.
"King...wuwuwu..."
Only half of the shrill voice came out, and Wang Zhen covered his mouth.
"Shh, keep your voice down, why are you like this?" Wang Zhen couldn't understand and was shocked.
"I..." Frank burst into tears after saying just one word.
That expression makes everyone sad.
"Okay, time is tight, let's talk after we go out, listen to me." Wang Zhen didn't waste a moment, untied the restraints, and the donkey next to him took off his white coat.
"Put it on." Wang Zhen said, then took out the rope and tied it up with a shake.
Turning his head, he found that Frank was still holding the white coat in a daze. Wang Zhen suddenly became anxious, "Put it on, why are you dazed? Are you really mentally ill?"
"Ah, oh oh oh, he..." Frank raised his chin to signal the donkey while putting it on.
Wang Zhen pulled off the donkey's hat and mask and threw it to Frank.
"Mountbatten!" Frank looked shocked.
Donkey nodded to Frank, sat on the ground with his hands behind his back, and asked twitchingly: "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Zhen waved his hand.
"Now you are Doctor Mandela." Wang Zhen pointed to Frank's work badge, "Let's go."
As he spoke, he gave Frank a gentle push.
I walked out calmly, but the police at the door just glanced at me and ignored me.
What can happen if the patient is trapped in restraints?
The two entered the elevator, pressed the first floor button, and the elevator door closed. Frank was nervous and excited, and his chest kept rising and falling.
To be honest, he had never been so nervous when he came out of prison.
Damn, mental hospitals are really scary!
No wonder many American horror films use mental hospitals as scenes.
Art comes from life!
I went downstairs, got to the bathroom, took off my white coat, transformed and walked out of the hospital.
When he got to the parking lot and pulled the door open, Frank saw the poet at a glance and was so excited that he trembled all over...
Hit him with one punch!
"I really thought you had forgotten me and wouldn't come!"
As he spoke, tears came down.
The vehicle on one side was driving out of the hospital, and on the other side, the donkey calculated that the appointed time was up, and shouted loudly, "Help, help, Fake, the patient has escaped!"
Seeing that the police at the door were indifferent, Donkey suddenly became anxious and said, "Hey, that guy at the door, are you deaf? Can't you hear me? I'm Doctor Mandela. Damn it, come in quickly!"
With this shouting, the policeman at the door finally felt that something was not right. He stood up, pushed the door open and walked in. At a glance, he saw the tightly tied donkey sitting on the ground, and there was no one on the bed.
The policeman suddenly panicked, "You...he, I..."
"Are you taking a fucking writing class?" Donkey yelled, "Don't worry about me, go chase someone, I just went out!"
"Oh oh oh." The policeman reacted immediately, turned around and rushed outside.
The situation was urgent, and he didn't pay any attention to whether the donkey was a real doctor.
It wasn't until the police ran out that the donkey tore open the buckle, pulled the rope loose a few times, got up and walked out.
As they walked, Donkey sighed, "I'm just saying, this guy Wang is a bad guy, he was born that way!"
Wang Zhen had told him before that once the police came in, not to give him any time to think, scold him, and then let him chase the person.
Everyone has behavioral logic, especially grassroots civil servants and soldiers. When faced with a choice, they will subconsciously choose to follow orders.
20 minutes later, at the agreed gathering place, the donkey swayed left and right and walked over with a step that he didn't recognize.
Frank came over and gave Donkey a big hug, with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, man, I missed you countless days and nights. I thought you had forgotten me!"
Wang Zhen burst out laughing, "How could I forget you? Just kidding, will you forget after spending 80,000 US dollars?"
Frank thought for a moment, "No!"
Poet, Donkey turned his head and looked at Wang Zhen, his eyes full of doubts. He laughed so loudly, there must be something wrong!
"You are a wanted criminal. In fact, everyone knows what is going on. As soon as you disappear from the hospital, the police will respond immediately, which will be very troublesome, so they cannot rescue you so early." Wang Zhen explained seriously: "
The time is right now, we will leave for Iraq tomorrow, giving the police little time to respond, and it will be safer."
"You can understand what I said."
Frank suddenly understood and nodded in agreement, "I'm just saying, you can't forget me. You can't even imagine what it's like to pretend to be mentally ill. No wonder no one pretends to be mentally ill to avoid jail. I feel like I've really
It’s mental illness!”
"Ahem, is that right?" Wang Zhen lowered his head and coughed lightly, "Get in the car first, and let's talk as we walk. Today we are going to cross three states, and we have plenty of time to let you talk slowly."
The group of people got into the car and started the car. Frank finally found an opportunity and began to talk endlessly about what happened in the past few days, as if he wanted to finish all the words he had been holding back for more than half a month.
"Do you understand that those doctors are all crazy? He asked me how you can prove that you are not mentally ill, and you say you are not mentally ill when you talk about mental illness." Frank, who was sitting in the passenger seat, waved his arms with an exaggerated expression, "I can only say,
Okay, then I'm mentally ill."
"Guess what that shitty doctor said."
"He said that it is because you are mentally ill that you are locked up here!" Frank looked collapsed, "I can't beat his whole family!"
Three people: Hahahaha.
"What are you laughing at? Is it funny?"
"No, we just thought of some happy things."
In fact, the doctor knows everything, so Frank will be locked up there no matter what.
Chatting and laughing along the way, everyone quickly became familiar with each other. Wang Zhen discovered that Frank was indeed a very emotional person with particularly rich body language.
…
Military airport.
Wang Zhen, the donkey, and the poet each carried a huge backpack and were waiting in line to get on the plane. The golden retriever came over in a wheelchair to see them off.
It was still a channel for the imperial barrier, which Wang Zhen initially refused.
But after looking at the expensive air tickets and considering the benefits that carrying 20,000 rounds of ammunition would bring, I decisively put aside my bullshit shame.
Making money is not shabby.
As for Shrapnel (Frank), Wang Zhen arranged for him to take a private jet.
Yesterday, Wang Zhen called Green Booker and took the time to meet him and keep in touch.
Now that he has opened a defense company, and Green Booker specializes in 'white glove' intermediaries, the two parties will definitely have cooperation in the future, and they will definitely need to keep in touch with each other.
How could Wang Zhen let him pay back hundreds of thousands of dollars for such a huge life-saving favor?
After dinner and parting ways, Wang Zhen offered to borrow Green's private jet. He didn't hide anything and just told the story of the shrapnel. Green agreed without hesitation.
As long as it is not a few famous American airports, ordinary airports, and private aircraft inspections are very lax.
In fact, there is no problem for Shrapnel and Wang Zhen to fly on a military plane, but for socializing, all they need is contact.
Sometimes when you ask someone for help, it doesn’t necessarily mean that the other person really can’t do it themselves.