When the machine started and sent Zhao Fan to the CT machine, Zhao Fan suddenly remembered that he was a person with a system. Where can the old man's silver needles still poke him?

"Forget it, just respect the old and love the young, let him order!"

Zhao Fan muttered and simply closed his eyes.

"It's really strange, there is no blood in the skull, and the intracranial pressure is normal, how can the patient have such symptoms?"

"During this time, pay special attention to the patient's behavior, he is most likely schizophrenic. After he has recovered from his trauma for a period of time, he will be sent to a specialized hospital for examination. ”

"Your family members should care more about him, pay attention to counseling, if it is really schizophrenia, find a way to control the patient's emotions, and not aggravate the condition!"

Brain CT and blood tests did not show any abnormalities, and a group of doctors who consulted after some research unanimous opinions.

They suspect that Zhao Fan's "disease" is the most difficult to diagnose schizophrenia.

This group of people is studying, and Zhao Fan is also thinking.

He even wants to write a dissertation now entitled "How to Prove You Are Not a Neurotic."

But this matter is really difficult to prove, schizophrenia is not easy to diagnose, but once diagnosed, it takes a long process to prove that it is good.

He was making a lot of noise in the operating room just now, and a group of doctors were talking about it, and now they all said that it was very likely, and their expressions were actually basically confirmed.

So how else can he prove it?

It's definitely not good to memorize pi, and I've just memorized forty-seven decimal places. Not only did he fail to prove that he was not sick, but it made his master doubt his medical skills.

"Prove a fart, recover some strength and run away! If I continue to be studied by this group of miracle doctors, maybe I will really get a nervous disorder!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Fan patted his head and found that this method was the most simple and direct.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep now, stay away from me if you still want to study. To be clear, I don't feel like I'm going to be in a coma at all, I'm just tired!"

Zhao Fan patted the railing of the hospital bed, and yelled at a few people on the side angrily, no matter what their reaction was, he fell asleep.

After a hard battle, he was wounded and bled so much. He was really tired, and within a minute, he started snoring.

When I woke up this night, it was already dawn, and Zhao Fan didn't know what time it was. habitually touched his pockets and found that he was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and he didn't know where his mobile phone had gone.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the single ward, the early morning sun illuminated the elegantly arranged ward, but there was no one in the ward.

The probing technique was meant to be used a lot, and he turned on the skill and looked towards the corridor outside the ward.

"You still have some conscience!"

Zhao Fan saw Mu Qingya and the old man guarding the door, as well as four bodyguards in black suits.

The old man was already asleep leaning on the sofa at the door, and a short-haired man with a resolute face in the four black suits was talking to Mu Qingya with a solemn face.

Mu Qingya's face looked extremely pale, and only then did Zhao Fan notice that her smooth calves and arms were tied with palm-sized bandages. Although he did his best to protect her, she was still hurt in that chaotic situation.

"Mr. Mu, although we really want to complete this order, the brothers are all family-oriented, and they all have a family to look forward to. Money is really important to them, but if they die, no amount of money is meaningful. It's only been ten days, and nine have already died, and there's really nothing we can do about it, I hope you can understand. ”

Zhao Fan couldn't hear the voice of the short-haired black suit at the head, but through his mouth, he still understood what this person said.

"I'm sorry!"

Mu Qingya's expression was sad, and she bowed to the man solemnly.

"In our line of work, we actually know what we have to face. We should apologize for failing to fulfill our promise to keep you safe. Please also understand that we may not be able to refund you the fees you paid in advance. The nine brothers who died are no longer there, and I will arrange for their families, at least so that they will have no worries about food and clothing in the future!"

The resolute face of the short-haired black suit also had a strong grief on it, and he bowed to Mu Qingya.

"You don't need to say this, the upfront cost is what you deserve. How much pension is needed for those who have died, I will also give it to you. They died for me, and I can't let you take that responsibility. ”

Mu Qingya raised her hand and waved it with some excitement, perhaps it was because of the wound, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then she turned her head to look at the other end of the corridor.

And Zhao Fan had already noticed a few people coming from the other side of the corridor, there were four in this line, two of them were wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns, with thick plasters on their feet, and they were limping when they walked, while the remaining two men in short-sleeved T-shirts were each holding one.

Their eyes were on the window at the end of the hallway, and everything seemed normal.

Generally, when patients are bored in the ward, they will come to this window to breathe and smoke a cigarette or something.

But in Zhao Fan's eyes, these people are very abnormal.

The two men with plaster casts on their legs looked limping, but their spirits were so good that they didn't look like wounded people at all. Not only did he not see any pain, but his eyes flickered between them, and he seemed to be more energetic than normal people.

The most important thing is that none of them looked at Mu Qingya.

These are four young men, although Zhao Fan doesn't have much affection for Mu Qingya, but he has to admit that she is a woman who is so beautiful that people can't ignore her.

At this moment, she is wearing a set of apricot-colored silk short loungewear, which looks a little loose. But in the bright light from the window, the silhouette of the figure looms, which adds a bit of reverie and charm. And she has injuries on her body and looks tired, but she also has a bit of weakness that I feel sorry for.

As long as she is a normal man, it is impossible not to stop her gaze.

The four men were walking across this side, and it was certainly impossible not to see her. But their gaze did not linger on her in the slightest, but looked calmly in the direction of the window. It seems that the small window is more attractive to them than Mu Qingya, a big beauty.

There are only two possibilities in this case, either they have a physical problem and are not interested in women. Either that, they're deliberately hiding something.

It is not surprising that a person has a physical problem, or a problem with orientation. And four people have problems at the same time? Even if this is a hospital, but this is a surgical ward, how can there be four patients in this area at the same time?

Then there's only one possibility!

Zhao Fan saw the sweet old man sleeping on the chair at the door, pursed his lips, bounced up from the hospital bed with a slight support of his hand, and quietly arrived at the door of the ward like a raccoon.

"Brother Su, what time is it? The doctor is going to do a ward round in a while, right?"

It was a man with a plaster cast on his foot who spoke, and the remaining three people heard him and seemed to raise their hands in unison to look at the watch on their wrists.

"Not good!"

Zhao Fan, who was leaning against the door of the ward, saw several thin needles that were almost invisible to the naked eye the moment they raised their wrists, and suddenly shot out from their watches. His face changed, he let out a soft snort in his mouth, his body suddenly exerted force, and the wooden door in front of him shattered directly in a loud bang, and he rushed out of the ward like a wild beast out of the cage.

The three of them were already very close to Mu Qingya, and in just one second, two flying needles shot out of the watch. The four black suits only felt a slight numbness on their necks as if they had been bitten by mosquitoes, and their bodies had just tensed when they already felt that something was wrong, and they felt dizzy and fell to the ground one after another.

And the old man, who obviously seemed to be sleeping sweetly, suddenly opened his eyes at the moment when those few thin needles approached. With a wave of his hand, a few thin needles fell on his hand, and a pair of golden eyes suddenly fell on these people, like two thunderbolts.

At this time, Zhao Fan had also rushed out, and the two "sick numbers" with plaster feet stomped on the ground, and the plaster on their legs had already shattered, and at this time they had already rolled around on the ground, and when they raised their hands, they were already holding a silver metal object in their hands.

The small silver metal object was the size of a card, and looked more like a metal lighter, except with two small muzzles on it.

"The spy gun is quite expensive!"

Zhao Fan recognized this kind of spy assassination pistol that could only fire two bullets at a glance, pursed his lips and sneered, like a cheetah, and jumped into the air towards the few people who had already aimed the muzzle of the gun at him.

"Keep your mouth alive!"

The old man's cold voice came from behind him, and Zhao Fan's figure suddenly fell, like a kite suddenly without wind support.

"Poof!"

Two bullets whizzed along his scalp, and Zhao Fan landed on the ground with both hands and feet at the same time, just touching the ground, and his limbs suddenly strengthened. The next moment, they were already in front of these people.

The corridor was narrow, and there was not much room to move, and these people had four spy guns and eight bullets in their hands, and four of them were shot in an instant, but none of them hit. When Zhao Fan arrived, they had no more chances.

He savagely knocked the nearest one aside, raised his hand and slammed one to the ground. The remaining two took a step back, and Zhao Fan, who jumped up again, had already kicked them in the chest one by one.

The sound of cracking bones was particularly clear in the corridor in the early morning, although Zhao Fan shot four times, the four of them landed at the same time, and the violent impact made the surrounding doors and windows rattle.

These people were extremely fierce, and although the corners of their mouths were overflowing with blood, they didn't say a word.

After they landed, they jumped up at an extremely fast speed, their bodies curled up in the air, and they reached out and pulled out a cold dagger in their trousers, raised their hands and smashed them towards Zhao Fan.

These are professional killers, and if they miss a hit, they won't fight anymore. After the dagger was thrown, he didn't even look at the result, and his figure began to retreat backwards.

But Zhao Fan was too familiar with this routine, his hands grabbed in the air, and the four daggers that flew quickly fell on his hands. He didn't even aim for it, he threw it out again.

The four daggers, none of which missed, all fell to the knee-bent position of the four people who quickly retreated, and the daggers of about ten centimeters were completely submerged, and the four fell to the ground without any accident.

This time, Zhao Fan didn't give them a chance to struggle, and when he took two steps, he was already behind them.