"The Swordsman of Nirvana, Breaking Bad..."
"Are these two people Wang Mazi and Li Si?"
"Breaking Bad was able to poison the god generals of the Demon Sect 19 years ago!"
"The Nirvana Swordsman ever defeated the Azure Dragon Swordsman?"
Qinglong Swordsman is the third legendary figure in the [Northwestern Swordsman Ranking]. Three years ago, he was able to kill the beast king at the level of a great master. I am afraid that now he has probably stepped into an even more unfathomable world. The realm of martial arts!
Such a character is a legend!
And the divine generals of the Demon Sect must also be master-level figures!
If Li Si and Wang Mazi are really these two people...
Then why are they not Grandmasters yet?
And why live in a mental hospital?
If Li Si is Breaking Bad and Wang Mazi is Nirvana, what about Zhang San?
Who is Zhang San?
"Forget it...what do their true identities have to do with me?"
Get rid of distracting thoughts from your mind.
Jiang He lay on the bed, holding his cell phone and chatting with Yun Yanchen for a while.
Yun Yanchen said that Jiang He had hired someone to clean the house, and helped Jiang He replace a new set of furniture and appliances, and also asked Jiang He to have dinner with him.
She reminded Jiang He specifically.
When eating dinner, remember to change clothes.
Jiang He agreed, found the clothes Yun Yanchen bought for him, and chose a set of white sportswear to change into.
finish dressing.
Stand in front of a mirror.
Jiang He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. The ancients never deceived me... As soon as I changed my mental illness clothes, my temperament improved immediately."
It's just before 2pm.
It's still early for dinner.
Anyway, having nothing to do, Jiang He walked straight out of the ward and headed straight to the dean's office.
boom!
He kicked the door open.
Inside the office.
Dean An, who was staring at the computer screen, hurriedly turned off the movie, stuffed the toilet paper on the computer table into the drawer, then blushed and scolded: "Jiang He, are you sick again?"
"Don't you know how to knock on the door when you enter the office?"
As an experienced "passer", how could Jiang He not understand the meaning of Dean An's actions just now?
So he asked: "Dean, were you watching a movie just now?"
Dean An pretended to be calm and nodded.
Jiang He said in surprise: "I didn't expect that the world is like this now... that there is such a movie?"
Dean An became anxious: "What are you talking about? All I watch are serious movies!"
Jiang He sighed to himself and said, "It's a pity that Fuso's only base city has been conquered by the Eight-Headed Snake King, and the nation has been completely extinct. It can be said that we will have to watch less movies like this in the future. "
Mention this matter.
Dean An was also a little sad.
But he soon laughed and said: "Actually, some people from the Fusang Xiaoli tribe escaped... Even a few years ago, some wealthy bosses did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire a group of people from Xiaoli. The teacher is back..."
"When these bosses get over their fresh energy, those teachers will no longer have any source of income and will definitely fall back on their old ways."
Speaking of which.
Dean An reacted and said: "Okay, let's stop this issue here. It will be too sensitive to talk about it any more... Why did you come to me if you don't stay in the ward?"
Jiang He didn't mince words and said, "Dean, I want to ask for leave."
"impossible!"
Dean An refused without thinking and said: "Last time, the eldest lady of the Yun family was the guarantor. This time you can't even think of leaving!"
"Dean..."
Jiang He chuckled and said, "You don't want anyone to know that you are hiding in the office watching movies during working hours, right?"
"!!!"
Dean An: "We are a mental hospital, not a prison... For some patients with milder conditions, we have to provide conveniences based on the actual situation... Jiang He, where do you want to go? Do you want me to drive you?"
Jiang He: "There's no need to send it to me, I can leave on my own."
He paused.
Then he said: "Dean, in addition, I feel that my temper has been erratic recently, I am also angry, and I have a loose mouth. I always have the desire to talk to people when I meet people. I think I need to increase the dosage of this medicine. It is better to change it from three meals a day to Let’s eat eight meals a day!”
"impossible!"
Dean An suddenly raised his voice a few points and said: "This matter involves my principles. As a doctor, I will never let my patients take medicine randomly... at most... at most I will give you 4 times a day. pause!"
Jiang He thought for a while.
He nodded and said: "Okay, four meals a day is fine. You give me the medicine for the night first, otherwise I will delay taking the medicine if I come back late."
Forget about three “fights” a day.
I can now gain 190kg of strength a day.
If the medicine is changed to 4 meals a day, it can just increase the strength of 200kg, which makes it easy to calculate.
soon.
The medicine was brought.
Jiang He was in a good mood and left the dean's office humming happily.
As soon as I left the house.
Then he met a patient.
The patient was sitting in a wheelchair, with family members pushing him behind him.
The family member also brought the media reporters and said loudly: "I want to complain... I want to complain to the director of this hospital. There is a problem with the management of their hospital. My son has only been here for a month and he almost became disabled." .”
The reporter was curious and put the microphone in front of the mouth of the patient in the wheelchair and asked: "Can I ask, what is the condition of your legs? Is it caused by wrong treatment by the doctors in the hospital?"
The patient became even more excited and shouted: "I want to complain too... I want to complain to our Chinese teacher. He said that there is gold under the man's knees. I was idle the past two days and cut my knees open, but I didn't find any gold!" "
"..."
The passing river was speechless for a while.
Isn't this just a brain disease?
These media are also sick... Why do you come to cover this kind of thing?
Didn't take a few steps.
Jiang He met two more people.
Both of them were dressed in black windbreakers, and they walked with great grace.
"Wearing a windbreaker in summer..."
Jiang He sighed in his heart: "There are indeed all kinds of talents in the mental hospital."
He passed by the two black trench coats and walked straight out of the mental hospital.
One of them, a man in black trench coat, paused and looked back at Jiang He.
Another person asked: "Team Zhou, what's wrong?"
The black windbreaker known as "Team Zhou" said: "That kid just now didn't have any fluctuations in his true energy, but his energy and blood were extremely strong. When did our Wucheng have such a young body-refining warrior?"
Another person replied: "Maybe they are here to visit the patients... Team Zhou, are you sure those three mentally ill people are really those three?"
Captain Zhou said: "Everything is correct... They must be right."
"Wang Mian the Nirvana Swordsman, Levi the Breaking Bad, and Zhang Heng the Fire Sword... these three were all famous figures in Xixia twenty years ago. How could they be hiding in a mental hospital? "
…………
And at this moment.
Jiang He had already gotten into a taxi.
"master."
"Go to the Martial Arts Administration Bureau!"
