If you think about it, there are actually three chances to escape, but someone will definitely bear the consequences of my escape.

The injured woman can't find a compensator, and the doctor who let the patient run away will also be punished, and Xiaomei, who spoke for me, may be directly unemployed.

But I still think it's worth it, after all, the torture in my heart is far worse than being in a quagmire.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the door of the ward was slammed open, and Director Wang dragged Xiaomei and strode to my bed.

Just when I was wondering, Director Wang had already pointed his finger at me and yelled at Xiaomei.

"Didn't you say he wasn't sick? Don't you think you've learned everything after a few years of study?"

"This patient, leave it to you! I hope you can use your knowledge to make the patient discharged from the hospital smoothly!"

Director Wang slammed the hospital bed, and his tone was eager to eat people.

Xiaomei only nodded, and she didn't dare to gasp.

"Oops, hey." I leaned against the head of the bed and smiled, "I can't see it, you have a big temper?"

Director Wang looked stunned, with a hint of embarrassment visible to the naked eye on his face, and glared at Xiaomei fiercely, only then could he leave.

Xiaomei stood timidly next to me, carefully arranging her ripped out of her wrinkled coat.

I patted the golden cat's fat buttocks, "Move to the side."

The golden cat that was woken up was obviously a little unhappy, and meowed a few times before I could sit up.

"Did the leader say you?"

Xiaomei lowered her head and muttered, which was a response.

The sunset pulled her figure long, and I suddenly fell into deep thought.

From the moment I stepped into this place, I felt that the doctor was like a psychopath, and he didn't need any basis for what he said, and he relied on his brain to pat his head.

And Xiaomei is different, she is very sober.

In a way, she shouldn't be in this environment.

I had an idea.

I slowly handed my hand to her, "The rest is up to you."

Xiaomei bit her lip and shook her head vigorously: "If I prick a needle on a normal person, it is an insult to my profession."

"These medicines are fine for real patients, but if they are not for patients, they will ruin his life."

I nodded and made another suggestion, "Or you lend me some money and I'll do the check-up."

"That is worthy of your profession, and I will not be guilty."

When I said this, I didn't know the bottom of my heart.

It's just a one-sided relationship, so I opened my mouth to find someone to borrow money, which was really a bit abrupt.

Even if she turned around and left now, it was reasonable, but to my surprise, she nodded.

I thought I was wrong, and then I asked, "You agreed?"

She nodded firmly, "I think this is possible."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, hesitated, and put it back again.

"You wait for me, I'll come back to you in the evening."

"Okay."

"That's right."

Xiaomei took out a needle from the medical cart, stuck a needle hole in my arm, and pushed the medicine inside into the trash.

"From now on, you're pretending to sleep."

I nodded vigorously and said gratefully, "I understand, when people ask me, I say I've had an injection."

"No."

Xiaomei shook her head vigorously: "After this kind of injection, people will be delirious for a short time, and you can't remember it so clearly."

"Play stupid, will you?"

I immediately looked at her with crooked eyes, "Abaaba?"

Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled, turned her head and walked out of the ward.

After she left, I went to sleep as she had told me, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I suddenly felt that someone was patting me.

When I opened my eyes, it was the man who had been doing a wrestling in the house.

The man was about fifty years old, with a round face and a garlic nose, and a smell of leeks coming out of his mouth.

"Are you the Monkey King?"

This is a marginal remark, which makes me cry and laugh, but this is a mental hospital, and it is not unusual for anything to happen.

I casually replied, "No."

With that, I turned away and stopped looking at him.

"Phew!" He smacked me hard, "You goblin! Dare to pretend to be my Monkey King!"

What Xiaomei told me, I have always remembered in my heart.

I was afraid of making a big fuss, and I didn't want to argue with him, but he kept trying to pull the mask off my face and make me irritable.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I simply stood up: "You're the Monkey King, right?"

"Yes!"

Seeing that he swore an oath, I raised a hand knife and slashed directly at his neck.

When you can't make sense, fists are the best rule.