I was so frightened that I reflexively moved backwards. Isn't this guy tied up with a shackle, and how did he break free?

"Dumb, no, dumb brother, calm down, have something to say." I learned Dumb's skills in the afternoon, and I was really afraid that he would beat me up again.

Dumb still stared at me calmly, and didn't speak. His eyes are very weird, I was stared at by him a little hairy, Nai, if I hadn't beaten him, I would have it!

I don't dare to move if he doesn't speak, this guy shoots quickly, and I can't protect my front teeth if he punches me. The two of them stared at each other for about a minute, and suddenly he stretched out his arm and pinched the back of my neck. Before I could react, I felt a hard pinch on the back of my neck, and I passed out.

When I woke up again, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and I hadn't spilled urea for a day and a night, and my bladder was about to explode. As soon as I woke up, I wanted to get up and go to the toilet, but I found that I couldn't exert my strength at all, and my whole body was extremely sore, and I couldn't help but moan, only to realize that I was playing a hanging bottle.

He is nai, it must have been done by that dumb bastard, this guy doesn't know what kind of kung fu he has practiced, and he can stun people in an instant. I know that there is a vagus nerve in the back of the neck, which can make a person coma in an instant under sudden and strong pressure, but if you are not careful, you may die instantly.

Damn, dumb, this is a dead hand! Thinking about it, I felt a headache inexplicably, and when I touched my head, I found that there was a layer of gauze wrapped around my head, so I quickly lifted the quilt and pulled my clothes apart to take a look, and the big and small bruises covered my body, and I immediately guessed what was going on.

The picture of Dumb squeezing me out and ravaging me wantonly on the hospital bed after knocking me out has already surfaced in my mind, this guy even has a habit of whipping corpses, it's too brutal! Lao Tzu wants to change the ward, and if he stays any longer, he will probably be tortured to death by Dumb before he finds any clues! I touched Houting Hua with my finger again, it's okay, it doesn't hurt or itch, it seems that Dumb hasn't been perverted to that point.

Viagra didn't see him again until I was discharged from the hospital because of his injury, and the nurse in charge of my ward was replaced by someone else. In the evening, I heard the nurse say that during the ward rounds that morning, I heard an abnormal noise in my ward, so I hurried over to check, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw Dumb dragging my head and slamming against the wall.

Later, a few male nurses came to subdue Dumb, Dumb was inevitably sent to the critical ward after a meal of electrotherapy, I was always inexplicably headache and nausea in addition to bruises, and the nurse said that I was beaten with a slight concussion.

I was going to blackmail him, but the nurse said that Dumb was an orphan, and he didn't even have a household registration yet. Damn, forget it, this guy has been fatherless and motherless since he was a child, and now he has become mentally ill, blame the pitiful.

However, he gave me a lot of confidence, but if I learn from him to make explosives, even if I can withstand the fists of the male nurse, I can't withstand the electrotherapy. Dumb, this kind of practitioner has to be banned from being smacked and banned, let alone me.

If it's hard, I'm definitely not good, if it's hard, we'll come soft, soft grinding and hard soaking, crying and making trouble, if it doesn't work, I'll hang myself, I don't believe that I can't enter the seriously ill area.

Dumb gave me a lot of inspiration, and in the following days, I shouted that I was being chased by Dumb when I was idle, or I had to call 110 to call someone to protect me. The medical staff thought that I was scared out of the shadows by Dumb, and changed several wards for me in order to help me with treatment, but I was still blindly tossed, and a month later, I was finally admitted to the intensive ward as I wished.

The staff in the critical ward all had straight faces, as if someone owed him five million. But think about it, anyone who is facing a group of unreasonable neurotics all day long will not have a good face.

The nurse arranged me in the ward on the third floor.,Unfortunately, it's just in 302.,Thinking of the story of little Lori, I'm a little reluctant.,But there's no way.,I can only live in it.。

Originally, I thought that the ward in the critical care area was a small dark room that did not see the light of day, but fortunately, there was a small skylight on the roof, and the sun shone in during the day, and the staff would open the window from above every day to let in the air.

It's a double room, it's not big, but it's a bit bigger than the ancient cell in the TV series. I didn't see my new roommate, and the nurse who brought me in said he should be in the hall at this time.

I asked the nurse about the person's condition, because the place in the intensive ward is still a little different from the second and third wards, and some patients with some violent tendencies are mostly locked up in this kind of place.

I may have really left a shadow, Brother Dull looks like a cow with a thin little white face who doesn't have the power to bind his hands, and I heard that last time, a total of five male nurses with a total of 1.8 meters were just barely holding him. Fortunately, the nurse saw my concern and told me that there had never been any violent incidents with the patients I was living with.

I looked around the room, although the person's bed was a little messy, but the bed assigned to me was very clean, it seemed that the nurse had cleaned it up in advance, and sure enough, the service in the intensive ward was different.

The room was covered with a layer of rubber-like stuff all around, and I scratched it with my fingernails a few times, and although it was a little bounced, it couldn't be scratched at all. I don't know what material this thing is made of, the protection is really good, but I hit my head with enough strength, and it's a concussion if I die, and it's really too difficult to die.

The nurse took me to get acquainted with the environment and then took me to the first floor, where there is an activity room, where patients from the entire intensive care area play table tennis and watch TV in their free time during the day. In fact, the treatment is similar to that of the second and third wards, but the supervision is stricter, in addition to going to the toilet, there are always nurses around to watch, and they all have blue faces, feeling like the internal security of the bar.

There are not many patients here, about twenty or thirty, and I found a familiar back in the corner, which is dumb. He lay quietly on the windowsill and looked out, not knowing what he was thinking. I tried to stay away from him as much as possible, I didn't want to have anything to do with him, after I was beaten last time, I understood that the most scoundrel in the world is a person like him, whoever touches him is unlucky, and there is no place to reason.

After lunch, our group of neuropaths divided into several groups under the leadership of the nurse, probably to take into account my condition, and Dumb and I were not assigned to a group. A group of about five or six of us gathered together and sat in a circle on the floor, just like when we were children, we lost handkerchiefs.

The head nurse asked me to introduce myself first, which was too formal, I briefly reported my name and ancestral hometown, and sat down with a blushing face. The head nurse took the lead in applauding me, but they didn't react at all, and they were embarrassed to death.