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Chapter 016 I, Dean Hao, thank you for the eighteenth generation of your ancestors

The doctors and nurses were on standby, coaxing Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang, who were taking the lead, as if they were coaxing children.

These two are regular patrons of the mental hospital.

"We want this." Lin Fan shouted.

"It must be given." Old Zhang held his head high and arrogant, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was also one of the leaders.

Doctors and caregivers work together.

Communicating quietly.

"What do they want?"

"I think those O-O are probably two eggs and a piece of ham."

"What about the other 0? What is it?"

"I see that 0's body is much thinner than O's, so he probably wants quail eggs."

"That's it, they want to eat."

Because they work in a mental hospital, the thinking of doctors and nurses has been sublimated, and they need to think about food in everything.

A senior doctor bravely stood up, raised his hands to signal for silence, then took a sip of hot water from the thermos cup, moistened his throat and said, "We have seen your needs and we understand them."

"You can rest assured that these can satisfy you. Each person has two hard-boiled eggs, one ham sausage, and one quail egg."

The mentally ill people wandering around with Lin Fan cheered.

"There are eggs to eat."

"There's ham to eat."

“There are also quail eggs, but what are quail eggs?”

"You are so stupid, quail eggs are eggs laid by quails."

"Oh, that's it."

They followed Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang to protest and ask for things.

What do you want?

They don't know and don't know what they need.

Anyway, just follow along.

Very fun.

Now they can get eggs, ham, sausage and quail eggs, which makes them very happy.

"We don't want these." Lin Fan shouted.

"We want this." Old Man Zhang said, pointing to the content on the piece of paper.

The veteran doctor was very confused. Although the first few words on the piece of paper were crooked, they were not difficult to understand, but the latter words were difficult to understand. He asked in a low voice.

"What do you want?"

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang pointed at the piece of paper and said, "We want this, this, this."

The doctors and nurses are about to collapse.

this?

So what exactly is this? Can you explain it clearly?

The veteran doctor has rich experience and is good at communicating with mental patients. He is confident that he can communicate with mental patients without any obstacles and can communicate smoothly.

This is the experience gained from practicing medicine for twenty years.

Rich fruits.

It is not something that young people can learn, they need time to hone themselves.

"Okay, I can satisfy you, but what exactly are you talking about?" asked the senior doctor.

"This." Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang continued to point at the piece of paper.

"What is this specific thing?"

"That's it."

"Can you make it clearer?"

"That's it."

"Be clearer."

"This is it."



Gradually, the atmosphere around him became quiet, and the veteran doctor who was full of confidence gradually lost his smile. It was not because he was angry, but because he overestimated his ability to communicate smoothly with mental patients.

Looking at the thermos cup in his hand, he had the urge to smash his head in anger.

who I am?

Where am I?

I'm in a psychiatric hospital!

A young nurse comforted him: "Uncle, this is not your fault."

Indeed, this is not anyone's fault, but it is really difficult to communicate. It is clear that you only need to say what it is specifically, but it has to be so complicated.

"The dean is here."

The arrival of Dean Hao is undoubtedly not a shot in the arm for them. Dean Hao is their belief here. For them, there is no mental patient that Dean Hao cannot communicate with.

at this time.

Dean Hao, who had white hair, walked over with a heavy heart. When he saw the eyes of the doctors and nurses, he slowly straightened his posture and showed a faint smile on his face.

It conveys a kind of power to them.

That power is called calmness.

"Dean, Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang need something they wrote, but we don't know what they want. We asked many times, but they didn't say anything. They just said this." A doctor said.

Dean Hao nodded, "Let me do it."

Later.

Dean Hao kept a certain distance from Lin Fan and others. Even though they seemed unarmed, close contact was dangerous. No one knew what would happen.

"What do you want?" Dean Hao asked.

"We want this." Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang pointed at the piece of paper and said.

Ordinary people will definitely collapse when they see this scene. Can you tell me what you want directly? Just point to this piece of paper, three words and two pictures.

We want O—O,0.

Depend on.

Who can understand this shit?

If anyone could understand, they would never praise him for how smart he is. Instead, he would quietly prepare a special ward for him in the mental hospital and invite him to sit there and have a good chat. If

If possible, I will give you a test, issue a small certificate, and leave a mark on your honor column throughout your life.

Dean Hao took one look and said, "This won't work."

"We want this." Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang said in unison. At this moment, they were connected and wanted this.

Following them, the mentally ill people who didn't know what they wanted also shouted, "We want this."

Dean Hao is so tired.

My birthday on March 1st was a farce, and I didn’t really feel the fun of it.

Think about age.

Think about where you work.

He doubted how many more birthdays he could celebrate.

"Quiet, please just be quiet."

Dean Hao had some regrets when he was faced with a career choice.

There are two types.

One is to be a prison warden.

The other is the director of a mental hospital.

He chose a mental hospital.

If you choose the warden, even if this happens, it will be easy to handle. Call the prison guards, pick up your dragon subduing stick, and beat me...

But now...

They are all vulnerable groups.

How can I beat him?

to be honest.

Dean Hao is afraid. You never know what the mentally ill will do next. If you suppress them with force, they can turn into supermen, turn on the gas stove, calmly smoke a cigarette, and die with you.

You can also hold a knife and chop yourself first to see if the knife is sharp enough, and then chop you.

These things have happened before in the history of mental illness.

A true mental patient will definitely hurt himself before hurting others.

Because they also have a thirst for knowledge.

I want to know if it hurts or not.

It seems that the situation is getting a little out of control.

Dean Hao takes a step back, the sea and the sky are brighter

"Okay, I'll give it back to you."

"Xiao Li, go take out the things and give them to them." Dean Hao just wants to spend his birthday on March 1st in peace, go back to the office, eat a piece of cake, make a cup of wolfberry and red date tea, and listen to a little tune

, lamenting where the time has gone...

Dr. Li looked confused, "Dean, what are you getting?"

"Barbell, sandbag." Director Hao was tired. With so many people in a mental hospital, he was the only one who could understand what the mental patients meant. How tiring it was.

Can anyone come and help him.

I, Dean Hao, thank you for your eighteenth generation of ancestors.


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