"Sure enough, there will only be unity under great pressure!" Zhang Dadao sighed and shook his head. When he was in the Seventh Hospital, how many times did he organize the patients to resist to no avail. Now that the "actor" has done this, Zhang Dadao can't help but sigh.

"The actor" continued to tell the story of the Seven Courtyards, even if there was no high fire, Zhang Dadao and Ye Dacake were very excited.

The actor continued to tell: "We have discussed it, and I will come up with an idea for the screenwriter to start designing ......"

The "writer" is really a bad guy, although this guy is chattering, but if you want to calculate, he can be regarded as outstanding in the mental illness here. As soon as the "actor" suggested that he plan to act, this guy nodded and said, "Okay, I have observed it earlier, in today's situation, they will generally ignore us." But if there is a big mess, it is estimated that the guy outside will directly call someone not to come in. It's hard to handle the weight!"

The "doctor" nodded and said, "That's right, although no patient has been cured successfully, but my treatment results are still very remarkable, at least now they have all regarded themselves as doctors and nurses!

"Potentialmaniac" hurriedly proposed: "Let's fight, I'll fight him! You call the nurse!" Potentialmaniac pointed to the thinnest schizophrenic among the men.

The "writer" rolled his eyes and said, "You two are called fighting, that's called beatings! Besides, this fight is so serious, I don't think the nurses will come in easily." As you know today, this is the black dog at the door that is the least thing in the nurse!"

The "actor" nodded hurriedly and said: "That's it, last time, he took more than half of the cigarettes and food sent by a patient's family." I'M PRETENDING TO BE SICK!'ET' YOU'RE COMING. You're not in danger!"

The "writer" rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, he's not dangerous, and his movement is small! When did he not get sick in 24 hours a day?"

"Well, then you will get sick! Or I will get sick!" "The actor" adheres to the line of onset and does not waver.

"Why don't we get sick? We're all doctors, so you can't come up with a solid idea, like we can tell him. Exempt him from today's medicine and let him come and open the door for us!" "Doctor" is the same as "ET", and it is also a 24-hour existence with a psychotic state as an all-weather buff.

The "potential maniac" rolled his eyes, pouted, and said, "If you think you are a doctor, people also have to take medicine! ”

The "writer" said cautiously: "It's not okay to get sick. But we can get sick! I'm sick!"

"The actor" saw that this was a pirated version! Wasn't this the idea he came up with first? Although the "actor" was pirated, he was happy in his heart: [Eh, this is the same thing that the hero sees! Doesn't this mean that I have the potential to become a screenwriter?] The "actor" himself was proud, and suddenly found that everyone stopped talking. Not only did he not speak. They all looked at him directly.

"What, what are you doing? I don't sell my body!" The "actor" hugged his chest, looking like a woman from a good family who was about to be insulted.

The "writer" rolled his eyes and said, "Nonsense, which of us here has that acting skills? You are miserable, try to make a big move!"

As soon as the actor heard this, he had prepared this when he had prepared it before! Without giving others time to prepare, the "actor" covered his chest, "hew~" came to his throat, and followed the "actor" to bow his head before taking two steps. Suddenly, he staggered and slammed his shoulder against the door. This time, the sound was so loud that it seemed that the whole room shook a few times.

"Potential Maniac" nodded, and said in a low voice: "Eight Poles Iron Mountain, I didn't see it! We are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon! I thought that the Huoyun Evil God hiding in a mental hospital was made up randomly, but now it seems that there is some truth! That screenwriter has a life." "Potential Maniac" even picked the thumbs up.

And the "actor" who hit the iron door over there scolded in his heart: "Bastard, who pushed me! and tripped me!] The "actor" was acting just now, but now it really hurts and can't stand it, his whole shoulder is wooden, and he almost heard a howl downstairs. Behind him, the "writer" silently withdrew his feet. He nodded to "ET" who was retracting his hand behind him. In a place like the Seventh Hospital, if you really think that the mentally ill have a low IQ, then you are really in the wrong place.

This loud wail had no effect on the caregivers outside. If you can lock these patients here, the doctors will prevent them from yelling. The soundproofing of this room is counted in the entire No. 3 building. The shouts of "actor" sound like ordinary speech from the outside. What really caught his mind was the moment he slammed on the door.

"Writer" and "ET" are too bad, if it weren't for the sound-absorbing sponge on the door. The "actor" does not have a fracture but also a fracture. Hearing the movement, the nurse Black Dog thought something big had happened, and muttered in his heart: [Damn it, these neuropathies are really noisy, this is to demolish the house?

The nurse black dog hurriedly ran over and opened the observation window, and the howl of the "actor" inside was immediately poured into his ears.

"Oh yes, it hurts me to death, kill a thousand knives! I'm going to die, quick, call the doctor, you bastards!"

The "doctor" also broke out in acting, and rushed over and said: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, it's a heart attack! Get out of the way, give him fresh air!"

"What are you doing!" the nurse shouted angrily, "Heart disease will still cry pain, and it will pass at that time! What's the matter?" The nurse looked at a few people, picked out the one he thought was reliable, and said, "The one who wrote the book, you say!"

"Oops! help!" The "actor" hugged his shoulders with one hand and covered his chest with the other hand and continued to roll.

The "writer" came with a wicked smile and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I don't know! ”

The "actor" hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, it's appendicitis, ouch, it hurts me to death, I want to have surgery, give me diazepam!"

The nurse hesitated and scolded: "What a mess, are you holding the cecum? You guys, get out of the way for me, don't get close!" The nurse asked the other people to get out of the way and took out the key to open the door.

As soon as the "click" door opened, the nurse black dog walked in cautiously, and it was a lean and powerful man with dark skin. He looked at the situation first. The other patients are far away, and the "actor" is also shouting and rolling in pain. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely. The black dog had less suspicion in his heart, he couldn't imagine that these patients were really so ruthless, and the "actor" was really painful.

The black dog approached the "actor" and kicked him first, and said, "What's the situation with you......?

Before he could finish speaking, the black dog felt a strong force coming from his feet, and he flipped him violently, and the world spun around all at once, and he was thrown to the ground with a shock. A few people on his body pounced and smashed on him one by one, and at this moment, the black dog felt that it was dark. (To be continued.) )

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