The car in the psychiatric hospital is specially made, and the door lock requires two keys inside and outside, and a doctor has already walked up to the door.

But the female doctor who was huddled in the corner didn't dare to move, so I kicked her a few times: "Come and open the door."

Only then did she react and panicked and took out the key from her bosom.

At the moment of the key*** keyhole, I straightened my clothes and prepared to get out of the car: "I hope you don't talk nonsense."

Seeing her look back at me, I turned my gaze to the male doctor.

She didn't say a word, just hurriedly opened the lock.

"Click."

The moment the lock was opened, the female doctor almost rolled out, and the doctors outside were stunned one by one, looking at the scene in the car.

Standing at the front was a bald doctor who raised his hand and pointed at me, "Director Wang, this ......"

"The ......"

The female doctor pulled the broken hair behind her ears in a panic, and her eyes gurgled.

"Dr. Sun just wanted to give the patient a tranquilizer injection, but the road was too bumpy, and he didn't hold it steady, so he pricked his leg."

I nodded secretly and sent her a little red flower in my heart: "That's a good point."

"Poof."

In the serious crowd, there was an inappropriate laugh.

I followed the voice, and the laughter came from the mouth of a young man.

This boy is about the same age as Xiaobai, and his face is flushed at the moment.

"What are you laughing at?"

Director Wang's face was full of displeasure and he asked sharply.

But this questioning made his boy completely unable to hold back: "I caught the patient and gave myself a tranquilizer injection, the first time I saw him in my life."

"Hahahahaha!"

It was so funny that I almost couldn't hold back myself.

Stabilizing my mind, I slowly got out of the car, looked around, and asked softly.

"Which of you is in charge?"

"Me." The bald doctor stepped forward: "Tell me something."

I squinted at his badge: "Dean Zhang?"

"It's me."

I nodded to myself, "Let's talk somewhere else."

After saying that, I strode ahead with the golden cat.

And another whisper came from behind him: "Is this person making the mental hospital his home?"

I walked in front for a while, and two doctors quickly came out from left and right, and walked forward with me between them.

I just laughed and didn't make a sound.

When I got to the front of the main building, I tilted my head to look at them, "How do you get there?"

"Come with me, doctor's office."

The examination room is located in the innermost part of the first floor, and unlike ordinary hospitals, the entire room is covered with soundproof cotton.

The decoration of the house is also mainly warm colors, and there are even a few small dolls on the sofa.

Presumably, this is to let the patient relax.

I sat down in my chair and looked back at Dean Zhang, "Come here."

"You all go out."

My fingering made Dean Zhang's face darken slightly, but he still sat down in front of me.

Dean Zhang's opening remarks were very polite: "If you have any demands, you can tell me, and I will meet everything that can be satisfied."

"Can't be satisfied?"

The dean's face turned pale, and I scoffed, "Let them out."

"Perhaps, you can ......."

"Forget it, let's get straight to the point."

I didn't let him finish his sentence, and just said, "I'm not mentally ill, let me go."

Dean Zhang's face suddenly turned embarrassed, and he squeezed out a sentence without smiling: "Everyone who came here said so."

"It's like, people who drink too much never admit to drinking too much, you know?"

"I don't understand."

I hugged my shoulders and was speechless: "You doctors are paying for fake certificates, right?"

"If I say a word, I will be characterized as paranoid, and I will be violent, can you be more professional?"

"This ......" Dean Zhang's face darkened, "I will ask you clearly and give you an explanation."

"Tell the!"

I pointed to the person behind him, and the more I talked, the more angry I became: "Don't say it's a patient, even if you're not sick, if you stay here for a few days, you're not mentally normal!"

"You don't even do a single examination, the qualitative is all based on one mouth, aren't you careless about human life?"

Dean Zhang cleared his throat: "Let's talk about your condition."

"I'll be honest, don't mind." He analyzed it carefully: "Your condition should be schizophrenia, and there are two people in your body."

"Now that you are awake, when the onset of the disease comes, another personality will dominate your thoughts."

……

He talked a lot, and I only had one sentence to deal with: "I'm not mentally ill."