Chapter 545 I don’t understand

The mental hospital's car is a specially made one. The door lock requires two keys, inside and outside. A doctor has already walked up to the door.

But the female doctor who was huddled in the corner did not dare to move. I kicked her a few times and said, "Come here and open the door."

Only then did she react and hurriedly took out the key from her arms.

The moment the key clicked into the lock, I packed up my clothes and prepared to get out of the car: "I hope you won't talk nonsense."

Seeing her looking back at me, I focused on the male doctor.

She said nothing, but hurriedly opened the lock.

"Click."

The moment the lock was opened, the female doctor almost rolled out. The doctors outside were all stunned, looking at the scene in the car.

Standing at the front was a bald doctor, pointing at me: "Director Wang, this..."

"that……"

The female doctor tucks away her broken hair behind her ears in a panic, her eyes twitching.

"Dr. Sun just wanted to give the patient a stabilizing injection, but the road was too bumpy and he couldn't hold it steady, so he stabbed himself in the leg."

I nodded secretly and sent her a little red flower in my heart: "That's very good."

"Pfft."

An inappropriate laugh erupted from the serious crowd.

I followed the sound and saw that the laughter came from the mouth of a young man.

This boy is about the same age as Xiaobai, and his face is flushed from holding back.

"why are you laughing?"

Director Wang looked displeased and asked sternly.

But this question made him unable to hold it in any longer: "It's the first time in my life that I have caught a patient and injected myself with diazepam."

"Hahahahaha!"

This was indeed quite funny, and I almost couldn't help myself.

After calming down, I slowly got out of the car, looked around, and asked softly.

"Which one of you is in charge?"

"Me." The bald doctor stood up and said, "Tell me if you have anything to do."

I squinted at his badge: "Dean Zhang?"

"it's me."

I nodded to myself: "Let's talk somewhere else."

After saying that, I strode forward with the golden cat.

And another whisper came from behind: "Is this person treating the mental hospital as his home?"

I walked in front for a while, and two doctors quickly came out from the left and right, sandwiching me and walking forward.

I just smiled and said nothing.

Arriving in front of the main building, I tilted my head and looked at them: "How to get there?"

"Follow me to the clinic."

The consulting room is at the innermost part of the first floor. Unlike ordinary hospitals, the entire room is covered with soundproof cotton.

The decoration in the house is also mainly in warm colors, and there are even a few small dolls on the sofa.

Presumably, this is to make the patient relax.

I sat down on the chair and looked back at Dean Zhang: "Come here."

"You all get out."

My gesticulation made Dean Zhang's face darken slightly, but he still sat in front of me.

Dean Zhang's opening remarks were very polite: "If you have any demands, you can tell me. I will satisfy you if you can."

"Aren't you satisfied?"

The dean's expression paused, and I sneered: "Let them out."

"Perhaps, you can..."

"Forget it, just tell me."

I didn't let him finish his words and said directly: "I'm not mentally ill, let me go."

Dean Zhang suddenly looked embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Everyone here says so."

"Just like, people who drink too much will never admit that they drink too much, you know?"

"I don't understand."

I hugged my shoulders and looked speechless: "Did your doctor buy a fake certificate with money?"

"If I just say one sentence, I will be classified as delusional and have violent tendencies. Can you be more professional?"

"This..." Dean Zhang's face darkened: "I will ask clearly and give you an explanation."

"Excuse me!"

I pointed at the person behind him, getting angrier as I spoke: "Don't call him a patient, even if he's not sick, he's going to be mentally disturbed if he stays here for a few days!"

"You don't even conduct an examination, and you rely solely on your words to determine what's going on. Aren't you looking down on human life?"

Dean Zhang cleared his throat: "Let's talk about your condition."

"Don't mind if I tell the truth." He analyzed it seriously: "Your condition should be schizophrenia. There are two people in your body."

"Now that you are awake, when the disease occurs, another personality will dominate your thoughts."

…

He said a lot, but I only had one sentence to respond: "I'm not mentally ill."