The barbell and sandbag were returned to Lin Fan's hands.
He was holding the sandbag, and Old Man Zhang was holding the barbell. The two of them walked towards Ward 666 with sincere smiles.
The other mental patients scratched their heads, what are we doing here? It’s so boring and uninteresting. Then they didn’t expect any requests, so they dispersed and continued to work on things they thought were important.
The doctors and nurses looked at Director Hao with admiration and applauded, the applause was deafening.
All kinds of colorful flattery is gushed.
Dean Hao was smiling, but listening to these rainbow farts, he was in a good mood. Perhaps this was the biggest gain from his birthday on March 1st.
"Mental patients are also human beings. The only difference between them and us is their thinking. You can't use ordinary people's thinking to think what they think. If I hold up a finger, what will you say? Some people will think it is a finger, and some will think it is a finger.
People would think it's '1', but to them, it might just be ham sausage."
The veteran doctor's expression was serious, but he could not hide his desire to flatter him. "Listening to the dean's words is better than studying for ten years."
"Yes, yes, I don't know when I will become as outstanding as the dean."
"The dean is a leading figure in the field of mental illness. He is someone we must look up to throughout our lives."
Dean Hao was so refreshed by his subordinate's rainbow fart slap that he waved his hands and left.
For him.
These are normal operations and nothing to be proud of.
Ward No. 666.
Lin Fan felt that the barbell was so light. He swung the barbell and hit it on his chest. It didn't hurt at all. He looked at the barbell in confusion, lost in thought.
There was some pain before.
Why doesn't it hurt now?
"Come and try hitting me." Lin Fan handed the barbell to Old Man Zhang.
Old Man Zhang was carrying a barbell, which was a little heavy. He believed that Lin Fan could practice cultivation, so he never thought about whether it would hurt, so he picked up the barbell and hit Lin Fan on the chest.
The sound is very dull.
Lin Fan didn't move at all, but because the force was reciprocal, old man Zhang was shocked and took several steps back.
"How do you feel?" Old Man Zhang asked expectantly.
"I feel very good. I am full of energy. Everything is fine except that it doesn't hurt." It was difficult for Lin Fan to understand the current situation. All his previous efforts had paid off.
Old Man Zhang stared at the barbell and hit himself, hiss... That was a gasp. He rubbed his chest, his facial expression became ugly, his round eyes stared, and his flying tongue expressed that I was in pain.
.
"Do you also want to practice?" Lin Fan asked doubtfully.
Old Man Zhang's eyes were red and he wanted to cry. "I just wanted to see if it hurt, but it really hurts. You lied."
"I'm not lying to you, it really doesn't hurt." Lin Fan thought, and then said: "When I was dreaming, someone said they would give me a reward and teach me Qigong. I was thinking that our previous efforts must have been successful.
"
Old man Zhang jumped up happily and said: "Really? Is it my credit? Is my acupuncture very powerful?"
"Well, it's very impressive." Lin Fan praised.
Afterwards, Lin Fan lay quietly on the bed, turned his head and looked at Old Man Zhang, and said calmly: "I'm lying here, and you hit me with the barbell. If we continue to practice, we will definitely succeed."
"Okay, but before that, I think it is necessary to get a few needles first. My Galaxy Movement is very powerful and can help you." Old man Zhang secretly took out the silver needle from his arms. He hid it very deep, and then
Afraid of being stolen by others.
corridor.
A male caregiver was on patrol. His name was Li Ang. He had just graduated from college. He once had a dream of being a chivalrous man and hoped to be admitted to four top colleges. Unfortunately, his talent did not seem to be enough.
Can enter ordinary high courts.
But even so, he never gave up on his dream.
After graduation, he was assigned to Qingshan Mental Hospital.
Here he felt that these patients were very cute. Although sometimes what they said was incomprehensible, whenever he saw those sincere smiles, his heart felt very happy.
Even more happily, Uncle Wang next door introduced him to a girlfriend. She is very beautiful, cute, obedient and sensible. Her only shortcoming is that her belly is a bit fat, but she promises that she will lose weight in a few months.
When he came down, thinking about his salary and the girl's appearance, he felt that he was not worthy of her, so why were he so picky?
Boom! Boom!
"What sound?"
Li Ang frowned and looked for the voice.
His back was to Ward 666, and the voice seemed to come from behind. He turned around and saw what was happening in Ward 666 through the window embedded in the wall.
The cheerful expression gradually dissipated, and the smile gradually solidified.
He saw the back of Old Man Zhang and saw him holding a barbell with both hands and slamming it onto the bed. There was a patient lying there. Every time he fell, the bed shook violently.
"this……"
Li Ang felt a chill in his heart, and panic surged into his heart. Old man Zhang in the ward sensed this, and slowly turned his head, his eyes squinted, his side face froze, and a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"ah!"
He collapsed on the ground with a thud, crawling and rolling around, screaming, "It's a murder, there's a murder in Ward 666..."
The screams alerted the doctor and other caregivers.
Ward No. 666 looks so familiar.
They are killing people again.
Can you please stop for a while?
Let us feel the tranquility of a mental hospital, even a little bit.
The sound of dense footsteps came.
A group of doctors and nurses came quickly, some holding mobile phones and pressing 120. As long as the situation at the scene was miserable, they would make the call immediately.
When they came to the ward and looked inside through the window.
Everyone was stunned.
There was nothing serious about it. Everyone looked at Li Ang strangely.
The doctor holding the thermos cup said gently:
"Xiao Li, it's normal for you to be nervous when you first come to work with us, but you can't have hallucinations, otherwise we won't be colleagues, but the relationship between doctors and patients."
Li Ang was a little doubtful about life. Things were obviously not like this. He looked at the situation in the room and then at his colleagues, roaring in his heart, it's really not what you think.
I saw it with my own eyes.
In the ward.
Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang were sitting side by side on the bedside, each holding a bag of soy milk, swaying their feet, looking calm and looking at the doctor outside with clear eyes.
Wave your hands and say hello to the doctors.
It seems to be saying.
Hello everyone.
Behind them, the barbell lay quietly on the bed, as if to prove that it was indeed old man Zhang who was hitting Lin Fan with the barbell just now.
I guarantee it, Mr. Barbell.
This matter cannot be hidden.
It's just that they hid it too quickly.
You just didn't notice it.
"The sunshine outside is so warm." Lin Fan looked outside.
"Yes." Old Man Zhang responded.
The two held up the soy milk.
"Sprite."
"Cola."
"cheers!"
The two looked at each other, then bared their teeth and smiled, their smiling eyes narrowed into slits.