Thinking about it carefully, there are actually three opportunities to escape, but if I escape, someone will definitely bear the consequences.
The injured woman cannot find a compensation person, and the doctor who lets the patient escape will also be punished. Xiaomei, who spoke for me, may lose her job directly.
But I still think it's worth it. After all, the torture in my heart is far worse than being stuck in the quagmire.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and the ward door was slammed open. Director Wang dragged Xiaomei and strode to my bed.
Just when I was wondering, Director Wang pointed his finger at me and yelled at Xiaomei.
"Didn't you say he's not sick? Don't you think you understand everything after studying for several years?"
"I leave this patient to you! I hope you can use your knowledge to discharge the patient smoothly!"
Director Wang banged the hospital bed with a tone that made him want to eat someone.
Xiaomei just nodded, not even daring to breathe.
"Hey, hey, hey." I leaned on the bedside and smiled, "You can't tell, you have a bad temper, don't you?"
Director Wang paused, with a hint of visible embarrassment on his face, and glared at Xiaomei again before leaving.
Xiaomei stood timidly next to me, carefully arranging the wrinkled coat.
I patted the golden cat's plump butt and said, "Move to the side."
The golden cat was obviously a little unhappy about being woken up. It meowed a few times before I could sit up.
"Did the leader talk about you?"
Xiaomei lowered her head and muttered in response.
The setting sun stretched her figure, and I suddenly fell into deep thought.
From the moment I stepped into this place, I felt that doctors were like psychopaths. They spoke without any basis and relied solely on patting their foreheads.
But Xiaomei is different, she is very sober.
From a certain perspective, she shouldn't be in this environment.
Suddenly I had an idea.
I slowly handed my hand to her: "I'll have to rely on you for the rest."
Xiaomei bit her lip and shook her head vigorously: "If I stuck a needle on a normal person, it would be an insult to my profession."
"These drugs are fine for real patients, but if they are given to people who are not sick, they will ruin their lives."
I nodded to myself and made another suggestion: "Maybe you can lend me some money and I'll do a check-up."
"This is worthy of your profession, and I don't have to suffer."
When I said this, I didn't feel confident.
It was just a casual relationship, so I opened my mouth to ask someone to borrow money, which was really a bit abrupt.
Even if she turned around and left now, it was reasonable, but to my surprise, she nodded.
I thought I had seen it wrong for a while, then asked again: "You agree?"
She nodded firmly: "I think this method is feasible."
As she said that, she took out her phone, hesitated, and then put it back.
"Just wait for me, I'll come back to you in the evening."
"good."
"correct."
Xiaomei took out a syringe from the medical cart, poked a needle hole in my arm, and pushed the medicine inside into the trash can.
"From now on, you just pretend to sleep."
I nodded vigorously and said gratefully, "I understand everything. When people ask me, I just say that I have received the injection."
"no."
Xiaomei shook her head vigorously: "After such an injection, a person will be temporarily unconscious. You can't remember it so clearly."
"Playing dumb, okay?"
I immediately looked at her with a crooked mouth and eyes: "Aba Aba?"
Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled, turned around and walked out of the ward.
After she left, I slept according to her instructions. As soon as I closed my eyes, I suddenly felt someone patting me.
I opened my eyes and saw the man who was doing somersaults in the room just now.
This man seemed to be in his fifties, with a round face and a bulbous nose, and a smell of leek coming out of his mouth.
"Are you Sun Wukong?"
This nonsense made me dumbfounded, but this is a mental hospital, so it’s not unusual for anything to happen.
I responded casually: "No."
After saying that, I turned around and stopped looking at him.
"Bah!" He spat at me harshly: "You monster! How dare you impersonate me, the Monkey King!"
I will always remember what Xiaomei said to me.
I was afraid of making a big fuss and didn't want to argue with him, but he kept trying to pull the mask on my face, which made me very irritable.
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I simply stood up and said, "You are Sun Wukong, right?"
"right!"
Seeing his vow, I raised my hand knife and struck him directly on the neck.
When reasoning doesn't make sense, fists are the best rule.
