The two of us were like dead lifters, grinding over and over again in these few words, and finally he really ran out of words.

"It's okay to do an examination, you have to pay!"

I was also a little speechless for a while, and I didn't know how to deal with it.

I can't treat the hospital as a charity, I take it for granted, but the problem is, I don't have any money!

After a while, I held back a sentence: "Can you take credit?"

"Poof."

The young man couldn't hold back: "Get here on credit,."

Dean Zhang sighed: "Credit is definitely not possible, but we have a policy of free treatment."

"He's not mentally ill."

Suddenly, a female voice sounded in the crowd, and I looked back to see that it was the girl who was about to give me an injection just now.

After all this time, I can still see the red circles under her eyes.

Dean Zhang stared at her suspiciously, "Are you from our hospital?"

"Yes, Psychiatry II intern, my name is ......."

Dean Zhang waved his hand impatiently: "An intern, do a good job, it's not your turn to interject."

"No!"

In the face of Dean Zhang's expulsion, the girl was still arguing: "He has a very clear thinking logic, and he has not lost his mind!"

"Once those tranquilizers are used by him, the sequelae must be very strong, stuttering, obesity are possible!"

Dean Zhang squinted at her, "Where did you learn these things?"

"In class!"

"If only you knew!" Dean Zhang pointed to the ground with one hand and shouted angrily, "This is a hospital, not a classroom!"

"Don't take the theories in your books and measure the actual situation with me!"

Dean Zhang raised his leg and was about to leave, but turned his head and walked back: "If you say one more thing, get out of here immediately!"

In such a place, the girl is like a clear stream.

At the very least, there is a view of right and wrong.

Seeing that she was on the verge of losing her job, I gritted my teeth: "Okay, I'm sick!"

Medical students have more thoughts about reading than other students, and the outside world is not easy to mix, and it is not easy for a girl to find a job.

Especially an inexperienced intern, leaving from this is basically equivalent to losing your job.

It's not easy for anyone, so why ruin someone?

Dean Zhang looked at me in some surprise, and then regained his composure: "Then get treatment."

He pointed to the golden cat again, "What is this?"

Director Wang hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and whispered, "Don't say that, he's prone to illness."

Dean Zhang's expression changed, and he nodded with a smile: "It's good to have a pet, it can relieve anxiety."

"Director Wang, go and assign a ward."

The doctor dispersed, and only the girl was still standing.

"You're not sick."

The girl looked at me aggrievedly with wide eyes, "Why do you want to admit it?"

I looked at her badge: "Mei Xue?"

"Just call me Xiaomei."

I nodded to myself: "Doctor Xiaomei, I am a patient, you are responsible for curing me, don't say anything else."

As he spoke, Director Wang had already walked in with two able-bodied doctors.

I saw that the two of them were about to set me up, so I stepped out first: "Don't do it, I'll go myself."

When I was about to go out, I could still feel the doubt in Xiaomei's eyes.

The wards were spread across different floors, and I was assigned to the top floor.

There was a strange smell emanating from the hallway, and if you sniffed closely, the old musty smell was the product of a mixture of excrement.

There are mushroom-like green and white molds growing in the corners of the walls, and the floor tiles are no longer recognizable in their original color.

I don't know which ward let out a scream like killing a pig, and those who listened to it shuddered.

The tall doctor's brow furrowed into a pimple and he pushed me hard, "Let's go!"

This building is a wing, the sunlight is not enough, he stands in the foggy sun, like a fierce god.

It's hard to imagine what a delirious person would face in this place.

When I arrived at the ward, I learned that according to the regulations, I did not have any guardians or relatives, and I could not come up with any money, so I could only be divided into the camp of the homeless.

I can only sigh silently and congratulate myself on my new identity in life.

I looked at the six people in the ward and couldn't help but feel a little stunned, some people were somersaulting on the spot, some people said that aliens wanted to arrest him.

In short, there are all kinds of different shapes and thousands of strange things.

"Put it on!"

The butcher-like doctor shoved a strip-shaped hospital gown into my arms and pointed to the bed in the corner.

"Your number is 6!"

The clothes in his arms smelled of fermented sauerkraut, and it was torture to hold it in his hand, let alone wear it on his body.

I looked at the dark sheets, sighed, and lay down.

In the long period of displacement, I have learned a saying - what you have come to come, what you have been safe.