PS: When I came up in the afternoon, I accidentally found that it was signed. The editors were able to notice me, a newcomer, and give such an affirmation at 20,000 words, which is really grateful. The only way to do this is to work hard to improve the outline and desperately save the manuscript for reporting.

I hope that all book friends can collect and recommend, so that the results of the three generations will not be bleak and ugly, and I will work hard to save the manuscript, and after it is put on the shelves, it will explode wildly to report to you.

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Building 3 of the Seventh Courtyard is divided into several parts, and the first floor is the reception, gate, and pharmacy. On the second floor is the observation room, and further up is the three-story ward, and further up is the intensive care area, which is called the upper three floors by the patients. The lowest layer is the isolation layer, which is the isolation observation area, which is the isolation observation area for newly admitted patients. 24-hour observation to record whether it is dangerous and suicidal. Further up are the sponge houses where the real danger elements live.

The upper room is covered with thick sponge on all sides, and the window is blocked by thumb-thick iron rods, and unless you bite your tongue, you can't kill yourself. Some of the patients who live here have to wear restrictive clothing at other times except for meal time, and even have to feed them when they eat. Naturally, the cost of hospitalization will be much higher than that of ordinary patients.

Zhang Dadao's crime is not enough to live in such a high-standard room, so he can only live in the isolation layer. Behind Building No. 3, there is a much lower house. It is specially inhabited by patients with relatively large movements and severe bipolar disorder, and it is also considered to be part of the intensive care building.

Zhang Dadao was led by Su Jinjin, registered his personal information in the duty room of the isolation floor, and was handed over to Luo Bo, the resident doctor on the isolation floor. The doctor, nicknamed Radishes, is about 40 years old, and he is also an old acquaintance of Zhang Dadao. As soon as Su Jinjin left, Radish looked at Zhang Dadao and said with a smile: "Can you make such a big mess, Director Guo will not be angry with you! If two doctors die in a day, our Seventh Hospital will be enough to be in the news." ”

Zhang Dadao pursed his lips and said, "Are you all ears? The whole hospital will know about it at this time? But if it's on the news, Lao Chen's death is enough to be in the news, right?"

Radish nodded and said, "There is news on the Internet, but I don't know if it's the doctor from our Seventh Hospital." But you actually pretend to be a doctor, you mental patients are really good at playing, you just received a call, and the 'actor' will have to come over to accompany you in a while. If you can't say it, I'll live next door to you!"

Radish said and took down a bunch of keys and walked towards the isolation room with Zhang Dadao. As he walked, he said, "What do you think? How dare you make trouble today?"

Zhang Dadao looked innocent and said: "It has nothing to do with me, I just watch the excitement, the main reason is that the 'actor' is sick." You know, I'm an honest man!"

"You?" Radish looked ridiculous, shook his head and opened the door, and when Zhang Dadao walked inside, Radish opened his mouth again: "Be careful, don't talk to the person next door if you have nothing to do." You're next to a writer who only came yesterday!"

Zhang Dadao's eyes lit up, nodded and said, "Thank you!" and honestly entered the ward.

Radish is a middle-aged doctor from the Mediterranean, and he is an old doctor in the Seventh Hospital. He was there when Zhang Dadao came, this guy's ability is average, and he is only the attending physician until now, and other doctors with similar qualifications have become directors at this time, and he still follows to watch the building. However, as a psychiatrist, this guy's talent can be called the best, and after at least so many years, this guy has not quit his job or become a patient.

In Zhang Dadao's opinion, the main reason why this guy is not crazy is because he is almost mentally ill. Radish seems to be able to intuitively understand the patient's condition, as if it has a special function, that is, it can distinguish the type of patient at a glance without looking at the case. Most of the patients in this inpatient unit are nicknamed by this guy.

Entering the room, Zhang Dadao looked around, and there seemed to be no change from when he was locked up last year.

The walls and furniture in the isolation room were also soft-treated, and there were no heavy objects or sharp objects that could be moved. Although not as invulnerable as the upper two floors, several surveillances that can cover the entire room are also one of the security guarantees here. No matter what happens, the doctors and nurses on duty will be the first to appear. Although the Seventh Hospital is a psychiatric hospital, everything needed for first aid is prepared, and with the little thing at hand, it is not enough to kill yourself.

It was not the first time that Zhang Dadao had come to the isolation room, and he sat directly on the ground by the door, and began to sigh. Life in this isolation room is not easy, not only is there no one to speak, but there are also no leisure facilities that can be found below. There is nothing else to do other than pulling the iron railings and counting the cars.

However, every day after lunch, under the watchful eye of the doctor and nurse, I can have half an hour to relax, and I have to stay in this small room of less than ten square meters. What's even more ruthless is that Zhang Dadao came in under punishment, and he even had to see a doctor if he was released. followed the 'actor to watch a lively, even missed lunch time at this time, Zhang Dadao rubbed his stomach a little uncomfortable, and whispered with a little regret:

"Sure enough, Bigu has a role! I knew that there was such a thing, and I would have prepared for it! ”

Zhang Dadao let out a long sigh, and then listened to the noise outside, and a familiar voice kept shouting: "You can't do this, I'm going to make a movie! You let me go, I'll sign an autograph for you, and take a group photo!" followed by the sound of "woo" and the sound of struggle kept coming.

Zhang Dadao sighed again: "The 'actor' is really dead! If you go on like this, you will stuff yourself into the critical area!"

The "actor" was stuffed into the house on the other side of Zhang Dadao, and Zhang Dadao sighed again, looked up at the ceiling and was stunned. This is also one of his abilities, this stay is an afternoon, and time passes silently. The "actor" next door made a fuss for a while, and then it was quiet.

Zhang Dadao, who was in a daze, was awakened by a few knocks on the door, knowing that it was dinner, he skillfully opened the small door and brought in dinner, Zhang Dadao was about to eat, and the door rang twice. Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and once again lifted the partition on the door to look outside, and saw Old Man Han squatting outside the door and squeezing his eyebrows at him through the small window. Zhang Dadao was stunned, looked at Old Man Han and said in surprise:

"Yes, old man, you are indeed the great god of the Seventh Courtyard! You have entered this place?"

Old man Han was happy, nodded and said: "People are familiar, people are familiar! You are the one who can do it! Now it has spread all over the outside, and you and the 'actor' and even the dean are alarmed." This patient pretending to be a doctor is enough to disgrace our Seventh Hospital! The doctor in the laboratory was scolded by Lao Guo. ”

"Well, the spray is good!" Zhang Dadao stuffed something in his mouth, muttering something difficult to hear.

Old man Han suddenly got closer, pointed to the left and said, "The newcomer yesterday was next door, what do you have to tell him." He stepped back a little and waved his hand, "Okay, I'll go first." I'll see you when you come out in three days!"

Without waiting for Zhang Dadao to say anything, Old Man Han disappeared silently.

Zhang Dadao swallowed a bite of food, tapped the food a few more times, and muttered in a low voice: "Damn, the more old man Han lives, the more he looks like a ghost, he is old and refined, and he is old and not dead as a thief." This elusive is a bit of a thief. ”

After taking the last bite of food, Zhang Dadao stuffed the plate out of the door again. Time passed quietly, and suddenly the room was dark, and Zhang Dadao suddenly jumped up and knocked on the door twice quietly.

Then a somewhat erratic voice came from next door, "Are you looking for me?

This voice is not the "actor", but the "writer" that Zhang Dadao is looking for.

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