In ward 666, all the equipment has been confiscated. In the past, you could hit your body with barbells and hit sandbags to exercise, but now there is nothing.
This made Lin Fan feel like the sky was falling after he finished drinking the Coke. He felt so empty and lonely inside. All his familiar friends had disappeared.
"Are you unhappy?" Old Man Zhang patted Lin Fan on the shoulder. Seeing that Lin Fan was unhappy, he also pouted, feeling very unhappy.
"Yeah." Lin Fan was a little sad. Those were his friends, but now they have disappeared.
Old man Zhang rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, leaning half of his body in, searching for Xiao for a long time, and said happily: "I found it, I found it."
Two pieces of paper and a watercolor pen.
Old man Zhang put the piece of paper on the bed and lay on the bed, pouting, busy with something.
"Eh!"
"How to write Lin Fan barbell?"
Old man Zhang scratched his head, very troubled.
Lin Fan lay beside him with a serious look on his face and thought for a long time, "Neither can I."
"I remember I could write it before." Old Man Zhang pouted and frowned. The watercolor pen stayed on the piece of paper. He didn't write for a long time. Suddenly, an idea flashed and he patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, "I thought of it."
"Someone next door told me that images are the most real things."
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Old man Zhang drew a barbell on the piece of paper.
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"What do you think my painting looks like?" Old Man Zhang asked proudly, pointing to the pattern on the paper.
Lin Fan said calmly: "Barbell."
"Yes, we can recognize it, and those people can definitely understand it, after all, they don't seem too stupid." Old Man Zhang said.
Lin Fan praised: "You are so awesome."
Old man Zhang shook his head proudly, "Of course, look at me, sandbags are easy to draw."
After some manipulation by him, a picture jumped on the piece of paper.
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"What do you think this is?" Old Man Zhang pointed at the piece of paper and asked again. He likes to be praised, especially by Lin Fan.
Lin Fan exclaimed, "Sandbag."
"That's right, it's a sandbag. I'm telling you whether my painting is very good. I used to be very talented in painting. If I could paint, those masters would all be my disciples." Old man Zhang was very confident.
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"Okay, the painting is so realistic." Lin Fan said.
Old Man Zhang gave one of the two pieces of paper to Lin Fan, and then raised it high above his head, "Let's go protest and ask them to return the barbell and sandbags to us. Those are our things."
The door to ward 666 opened.
For the doctors at Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, what they are most worried about is this ward. You never know what kind of things they will do.
Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang were walking in the corridor holding cards high.
"We want this."
The two shouted in unison, as if they had simulated it thousands of times without any mistakes.
Another ward.
A mental patient used a ham sausage as a ruler to teach the following patients the infinite mysteries of the vast starry sky.
His name is Professor Starry Sky.
Old Man Zhang's method of operating the galaxy was created through the other party's guidance.
Professor Xingkong's face was full of anger. He found that the students were actually attracted by the sounds from the outside world. He hit the students on the head with the ham sausage in his hand and said, "Listen carefully to my lecture."
The mentally ill students shrank their heads, pretended to be serious, and glanced outside from time to time.
Professor Xingkong turned his head and looked outside, and said angrily: "You all just sit tight and I'll teach them a lesson."
The mentally ill students watched the professor go out and stared intently. Then through the window, they saw Professor Xingkong raising his hands and following behind, shouting...
He also waved to the students in the ward.
The lips move.
Although people inside couldn't hear it, the meaning was clear.
"Come out quickly, this is more fun."
Dean's Office.
Dean Hao was in a good mood, with ice cream in front of him.
Thinking to myself.
'Dean Hao, happy birthday.'
Then I ate spoonful after spoonful. It was sweet in the mouth and cool to the heart. It was such a leisurely day.
And he is also very relaxed.
No one fawned over him.
Because he is the director of Qingshan Mental Hospital, who can ask him for help.
He would be surprised if someone asked him for help.
What?
If you have mental illness, don't worry, I am the dean and will give you absolute priority in arranging a hospital with a beautiful environment so that you can live there and never miss home.
If someone commits a major crime and needs help from him, I hope they can get a connection and open a mental illness medical record.
He absolutely agreed.
Check it yourself.
If the other party suggests stopping him, write it down.
Extremely dangerous people who can cause great danger to society should be euthanasia or permanently imprisoned.
Long Guo still took the advice of the dean of the mental hospital to heart.
once.
He had used the power in his hands to do such things. Although he felt sorry for his responsibilities, he felt that his mother who was not in good spirits was too pitiful.
The child was too young and no one believed what he said.
The stubborn second generation was rich and powerful and found him here because of connections. He wanted to leave it alone, but he had paid attention to the news and saw the arrogant and domineering second generation with his own eyes.
His heart, which was tending to be at ease, was ready to move.
In the end, a medical record was issued that could determine the other person's life or death.
At the same time, tell the second generation that you should always tell others that I am not mentally ill.
If you say you are mentally ill, others will not believe you.
Only if you say you are not mentally ill will others believe you.
That incident had an impact on Dean Hao, and the second generation's family threatened to buy Dean Hao's life.
Dean Hao's mind was filled with questions.
Do you really know what you're talking about?
I know all the high-level officials from Maoshan, Taoism, Buddhism, and medicine. You want to ask why we know each other?
Then we have to start from thirty years ago.
It rained heavily that night... Cuihua stood at the door of his house soaked to the skin.
Wrong.
It should be that those senior executives in their youth were cultivators and did not want to be disturbed by high school courses. Many people found them, hoping to get a certificate of mental illness so they could practice quietly without being disturbed.
Dean Hao is righteous and Bo Yuntian, and he writes with righteousness.
'This patient needs an extremely quiet environment and cannot be disturbed by others, otherwise it will have a huge impact on his condition, especially theoretical courses, which are the most dangerous.'
Very perfect operation.
Then when those guys wanted to get out of seclusion, he was swiping his pen.
'Under my careful treatment, my condition recovered just like normal people.'
now.
Those people have become senior executives.
When Dean Hao is in trouble, it won't work without help. Who knows if that big-mouthed Dean Hao will say nonsense in front of the media. Although it won't have much impact on them, it will still be a black spot after all.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Come in." Dean Hao held the ice cream box and licked it very clean. It was so delicious.
The doctor hurriedly ran in and said: "Dean, it's bad, the patients in Ward 666 rebelled, and also brought other patients with them, and now they are shouting in the corridor..."
Dean Hao stared.
This is somewhat interesting.
Can you give me a break?
I will retire in ten years. I hope to retire in good health instead of dying from exhaustion here.