The nurses were afraid of the two patients in 666 ward.


    I can remember the scene.


    "Did you sleep?" Asked the director.


    "Sleep."


    The director takes a deep breath. The next communication will be very complicated and involve a lot of knowledge.


    For example:


    how to communicate with psychosis!


    Psychiatric terminology!


    Mental patient psychology complete!


    At this point.


    Lin Fan sat up with old man Zhang and looked at each other. "We''re very tired. We want to sleep. What''s the matter with you? You''re really tired."


    I''m tired of talking.


    But both of them are very energetic.


    The oil stains on their mouths shine in the light.


    "What were you doing?" the director asked


    Lin Fan said, "sleep."


    Old man Zhang said, "sleep."


    "Director, they didn''t sleep. I can swear, it was really scary just now. He had a head in his hand and a leg in his hand. He must have eaten people." Li Ang didn''t believe it. Everything was deceiving. They were deceiving. I really saw it.


    It is not a wise choice for the director to frown and refute the words of the mental patient.


    "Xiao Li, hallucinations, hallucinations." The director patted Xiao Li on the shoulder and comforted him.


    The director observed the situation in the house. The light bulb was taken off and there were burning marks on the roof. He knew that Xiao Li didn''t cheat. Something must have happened here.


    He knows, but I just won''t say.


    Step forward, this step is very careful, creak, step on something, he slowly looked down, found that the foot is stepping on a bone, but not like a bone, like some kind of biological teeth.


    He just wanted to have in-depth contact with the two patients, and honestly retracted his steps.


    How to look at this?


    It''s not easy.


    Go outside, take out your cell phone and call the dean.


    Doodle!


    After a few sounds, the phone rang.


    "Are you asleep, Dean?"


    "If you don''t sleep, please come to 666 ward."


    "If you want to sleep, please come over."


    "Yes, I can''t solve it. Yes, I''ll wait here."


    The director who talked to the Dean on the phone was waiting at the door.


    "The dean will be here soon."


    Dean Hao lives in a mental hospital.


    Just wash gargle good, listen to sad music ready to go to bed, but was a phone call up again.


    It wasn''t long.


    Dean Hao came with a dignified look. His white hair told him what he had experienced in the past few years. In his prime of life, he had become an old man. Even his work and rest time had been disrupted. It was hell to have black hair. (in our 50s, we are still young)


    666 ward is a miracle and the most dangerous ward in a mental hospital.


    Ordinary people can''t communicate with them at all.


    Only he, the president, can be deterred, and sometimes there will be danger, so we need to pay attention to safety.


    "Dean."


    "Dean."


    Dean Hao nodded, then looked at the director, "what''s the situation?"


    The director leaned against the dean''s ear and whispered the situation here, then pointed to the dog bones lying on the ground.


    Dean Hao walked into the room, picked up the bones on the ground, rubbed them with his fingers, and he could be sure that they were the teeth of dogs, but not ordinary dogs. The teeth were a little thick and sharp.


    He put the dog''s teeth in his pocket and went to the middle of the bed.


    Although very close, but separated by a safe distance.


    "What are you doing?"


    Dean Hao''s tone was controlled very well. He spoke slowly in a low voice. He was not impatient and talked slowly, creating a relatively safe atmosphere for them.


    "Sleep."


    "Sleep."


    Lin Fan and old man Zhang spoke in the same voice.


    Eating meat?


    That''s something that doesn''t exist.


    Dean Hao had expected that they would answer like this for a long time. He smelled the smell of meat in the house, like dog meat. He thought of the teeth in his pocket, and he had an idea in his heart.


    "Oh, sleep."


    With a smile, Dean Hao saw the light bulbs on the ground, the charred marks on the roof, and the oil stains on their mouths.


    These are the details.


    Dean Hao, who has absolute professional standards, has constructed a picture of what just happened in his mind.


    Even he couldn''t believe it.


    I didn''t expect them to cook food with electricity.


    Similar to his unpublished research.


    Many of the mental patients have higher IQ than ordinary people.Since the IQ is so high, why do you become a mental patient.


    Because there are many businessmen with low intelligence, and there are too few people with high intelligence, their behavior is considered unreasonable by people with low intelligence, so they are called psychosis.


    He didn''t want to publish the research.


    Because he''s scared, too.


    Dean Hao finds Lin Fan''s crotch glowing. He takes a deep breath, reaches out his hand and looks serious.


    "Hand it in."


    Lin Fan said calmly: "I didn''t take it.


    Dean Hao did not speak, but pointed to Lin Fan''s crotch.


    Lin Fan lowered his head and looked at his crotch.


    "It''s shining."


    "Well, give it to me."


    Lin Fan opens his crotch, takes out the flashlight and hands it to Dean Hao.


    Dean Hao''s heart is still, without any fluctuation. Last time he hid a hammer, this time he hid a flashlight. For patients, these are dangerous things.


    You don''t know what they''re going to do with it.


    But you just have to believe that in their hands, even a nail clipper is dangerous.


    There was an ambulance outside.


    Force wave! Force wave! Force wave!


    Dean Hao asked someone to install the light bulb in the house. He took a look at the light bulb and it seemed that it would be blocked here.


    "Be obedient and go to sleep."


    "Oh


    Lin Fan and old man Zhang lie down, cover the quilt and fall asleep.


    The crowd left the room and closed the door.


    The wheels of two emergency stretchers rolled, and several white coats came in a hurry.


    "Where is the wounded?"


    Needless to say, don''t ask.


    Asking is habit.


    "Ambulance, you''re calling. You''re trying to figure it out." Dean Hao patted the director on the shoulder and turned to leave.


    The director looked at the back of the Dean, open mouth, want to say what, but don''t know how to say.


    "What about the patients? You can''t call blindly. You have to bear the legal responsibility. " The doctor saw that the other party had not told them where the patient was, so he couldn''t help but be anxious. He couldn''t play with them.


    The director looked around at his colleagues, then pointed to Ang Lee and said, "he is a patient and needs to go to the hospital."


    "Chief, I''m not sick." Leon has a dog belt on his face. Dr.


    waved and several colleagues grabbed Li Ang. "Is it not the case that we has the final say? We will go to the hospital and know if you have any problems."


    "I''m not sick. I don''t go to the hospital. I''m really not sick."


    Li Ang struggled and roared, almost confused. What''s wrong with me? Don''t overdo it.


    The doctor asked the director, "is he really sick?"


    The director pondered for a moment and said firmly, "yes."


    "Well, you''re a mental hospital professional. If you say yes, then yes." Said the doctor.


    Soon.


    The doctors wheeled the ambulance away.


    "I''m not sick."


    "Let me go..."


    "I''m really not sick."


    Gradually.


    Force wave!


    Force wave!


    The sound of the ambulance disappeared into the mental hospital.


    Indistinct, still can hear to have miserable cry to spread.


    I''m not sick


    It may also be an illusion.


    PS: Thank you: Shani Ma Chanhu''s reward, thank you.