Barbell, sandbag back to Lin fan.

With sandbags in his arms and barbells in his hand, old man Zhang walked toward ward 666 with a sincere smile.

Other mental patients scratched their heads. What are we doing here? It's so boring and boring. Later, they didn't expect to ask for anything. They scattered and continued to do what they thought was very important.

The doctors and nurses looked at Dean Hao with admiration, clapping and clapping.

All kinds of flattery with color are endless.

Dean Hao is smiling, but listening to these rainbow farts, he is in a good mood. Maybe this is the biggest harvest of his birthday on March 1st.

"Mental patients are also human beings. The only difference between them and us is their thinking. You can't think what they think with ordinary people's thinking. When I put up a finger, you will say what it is. Some people will think it's a finger, and others will think it's' 1 ', but for them, it may be ham sausage."

The old doctor looked serious, but it was hard to cover up his flattering heart. "Listening to the president's words is better than reading for ten years."

"Yes, yes, I don't know when I can be as good as the president."

"The dean is a leading figure in the field of mental illness. That's the existence we'll look forward to all our lives."

Dean Hao is so excited by his subordinate rainbow fart that he shakes his hands and leaves.

For him.

These are normal operations, not to be proud of.

Ward 666.

Lin Fan felt light when he was carrying the barbell. He swung the barbell to his chest, but it didn't hurt at all. He looked at the barbell in confusion and fell into meditation.

It used to hurt.

Why doesn't it hurt now.

"You come and give me a try." Lin Fan gives the barbell to old man Zhang.

Old man Zhang is a little heavy with a barbell. He believes that Lin fan can practice, so he never thought about whether it would hurt so much. He smashes the barbell at Lin Fan's chest.

The voice is very dull.

Lin Fan did not move, but because the force was mutual, the old man Zhang stepped back.

"How do you feel?" Old man Zhang asked expectantly.

"I feel good. I'm full of spirit. Everything is good, but it doesn't hurt." It's hard for Lin fan to understand the current situation. All his previous efforts have worked.

Old man Zhang stares at the barbell, smashes himself, hisses He rubbed his chest, his facial expression became ugly, his round eyes glared, and his flying tongue expressed my pain.

"Do you also want to practice?" Lin fan asked suspiciously.

Old man Zhang's eyes were red and he wanted to cry. "I want to see if it hurts, but it really hurts. You're a liar."

"I didn't cheat you. It really doesn't hurt." Lin Fan thought and then said, "when I was dreaming, someone said that they wanted to reward me 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 great." Lin Fan praised.

Then, Lin Fan quietly lay on the bed, looked at old man Zhang and said calmly, "I'm lying here. You use the barbell to hit me. We continue to practice. We can succeed."

"OK, but before that, I think it's necessary to prick a few needles first. My Galaxy works very well and can help you." Old man Zhang stealthily took out the silver needle from his arms. He hid it very deep, so he was afraid of being stolen by others.

Corridor.

A male nurse is on patrol. His name is Li Ang. Not long after he graduated from University, he once had a dream of fighting for justice, hoping to be admitted to four top universities. Unfortunately, his talent seems not enough, so he can only be admitted to ordinary universities.

But even so, he never gave up his dream.

After graduation, he was assigned to Qingshan psychiatric hospital.

Here, he felt that these patients were very lovely. Although sometimes what they said was incomprehensible, when he saw the sincere smile, his heart was very happy.

What's more, Uncle Wang next door introduced him to a girlfriend. Her sister was very beautiful, small and lovely, obedient and sensible. Her only regret was that she was a little fat. But she promised that she would lose weight in a few months. Thinking of her salary and her beauty, he felt that she was not worthy of others and was choosy about what to do.

Boom! Boom!

"What sound?"

Li Ang frowned and looked for the voice.

He turned his back to ward 666. His voice seemed to come from behind. He turned around and saw what happened in ward 666 through the window inlaid in the wall.

The joyful expression gradually dissipates, the smile gradually solidifies.

He saw old man Zhang's back and saw the other side smashing the barbell on the bed with both hands high. There was a patient lying there. When he fell down, the bed vibrated violently."This..."

Li Ang's heart was cool, and his fear surged into his heart. Old man Zhang in the ward felt something. He slowly turned his head, squinted in his eyes, solidified his face, and began to smile.

"Ah

He flopped down on the ground and screamed, "kill, kill in 666 ward..."

The scream alarmed the doctor and other nurses.

666 is so familiar.

What's more, it's killing people.

Can we stop for a while.

Let's feel the tranquility of the mental hospital, even a little.

Dense footsteps came.

A group of doctors and nurses came quickly. Some of them took their mobile phones and pressed 120. As long as the scene was miserable, they would dial the phone for the first time.

When they came to the ward and looked in through the window.

Everyone was confused.

Where has said so seriously, one by one all strange looked at Li Ang.

The doctor holding the thermos said gently:

"Xiao Li, you just came to work here. It's normal for you to be nervous, but you can't hallucinate. Otherwise, we are not colleagues, but the relationship between doctors and patients."

Li Ang is a little suspicious of life. It's obviously not like this. He looks at the situation inside the house and his colleagues, and roars in his heart. It's not what you think.

I saw it with my own eyes.

In the ward.

Lin Fan and old man Zhang are sitting side by side at the bedside, each with a bag of soya bean milk, shaking his feet, with a cool look and clear eyes looking at the doctor outside.

Shake your hands and say hello to the doctors.

It's like saying.

Hello, everyone.

Behind them, the barbell lay quietly on the bed, as if to prove that old man Zhang was smashing Lin Fan with the barbell.

I promise you.

There's no way to hide this.

It's just that they're hiding too fast.

You didn't find it.

"The sunshine outside is so warm." Lin Fan looks out.

"Yes." Old man Zhang answered.

They hold up the soymilk.

"Sprite."

"Coke."

"Cheers

They looked at each other, then bared their teeth and laughed, their eyes narrowed into a gap.

The sun shone through the window on their bright smiling faces.

It seems very peaceful and warm.

This is a time to witness friendship.