Li Ang had no comments on the two patients in Ward 666.

You did hurt me before, but I know that was not your original intention. Just like what the director said to him, I just arrived here, not very familiar with me, and felt that I was too stressed, which caused those things.

I, Li Ang, are willing to forgive you.

"What are you doing?"

Li Ang opened the door and greeted the two patients with a smile.

Old Man Zhang gave Lin Fan an injection. When he heard the movement, he was so scared that he quickly put away the treasure.

"I didn't do anything." Lao Zhang turned around nervously.

Li Ang was a little bad. Lao Zhang felt like something was wrong. He warned himself to be steady and not to be excited. As long as his mentality is calm, there will be no problem.

"oh!"

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief.

If you say it's okay, then it's definitely okay. What is the most dangerous patient doing?

Have you gone to bed?

When he first came in, he saw Lin Fan lying on the bed, while Lao Zhang bent down and leaned against his face, if he had disgusting thoughts.

That scene is afraid to look at it.

"What is he doing?" Li Ang asked.

Lao Zhang shook his head, "No, I did nothing."

"No." Lin Fan sat up from the bed and looked at Li Ang with pure eyes.

at this time.

Li Ang was about to speak, but suddenly, his eyes widened, his mouth wide, and he had a lot to say, but for a moment he was frightened by Lin Fan's appearance at this moment.

Lin Fan had a silver needle inserted in his head, which was very deep, just like a character in a horror movie.

His heart was filled with regret.

"ah!"

Boom!

Li Ang fell to the ground, and even his screams were so short.

Lin Fan and Old Man Zhang looked at each other, and their eyes revealed a look of confusion.

What's wrong with him?

Why did he fall to the ground for a long time?

"The ground is a little cold." Lin Fan said.

"Then I'll help him on the bed." Old Man Zhang said.

"I'll do it."

Lin Fan came to Li Ang, hugged him horizontally in his arms, looked down at Li Ang's face, his eyelashes trembled, his face pale, as if he was in great pain.

Is he having a nightmare?

Or I didn’t sleep well last night, so I suddenly fainted.

He put Li Ang on Lao Zhang's bed, then pointed at him and said:

"Old Zhang, he needs a good rest."

Lao Zhang said: "I can see that he seems very tired. I want to give him a few injections. Although he is a bad person, he seems to be okay to us."

"You are so kind." Lin Fan said.

Lao Zhang scratched his head shyly, "We are all just as kind."

Lin Fan pulled out the silver needle that was stuck in his head. The silver needle was stained with blood. He found the paper, wiped off the blood, and handed it to Lao Zhang.

"It's done."

Lao Zhang took out the baby, opened the lid, and then placed the silver needles one by one.

Lin Fan lay beside the bed, looked at Li Ang with his eyes closed, and said seriously:

"Old Zhang, it really depends on you whether he can get healthy."

Lao Zhang said with a serious expression: "Don't worry, I will definitely work hard."

Then.

I saw Lao Zhang holding a silver needle in his hand, looking at Li Ang’s weak body with a serious expression, looking for flaws.

wrong.

How can you say it is a flaw? It is to look for something you don’t like.

The corridor is quiet.

Each patient stays in his ward and plays with what they think is the most professional.

The disappearing Li Ang did not attract anyone's attention.

night.

Qingshan Mental Hospital watches the news broadcast indoor.

Lin Fan and Lao Zhang sat upright there.

"Has he woke up?"

"No."

"He may have to sleep with us tonight, so let him sleep with you."

"OK."

They whispered, without telling others that Li Ang was in their room. They were not the kind of person who liked to show off, and helping others was normal.

If you tell someone else.

Isn’t it just telling others that we did this good thing?

They don't like this kind of show-off behavior.

In the lounge.

The patients looked at the screen intently, and the screen appeared on the screen, and various sounds sounded in the lounge.

"Look, my wife appears again."

"That's my daughter. I really fed her up with shit and urine."

"Last time I made an appointment with her in the woods, and she killed her and threw away her armor, but she didn't dare to come. I challenge you again. Situation Hotel No. 888, you bring your bottomless pit, I bring the sky-summit stick, and you dare to fight."

Old man Zhang said: "She is your wife."

Lin Fan said: "It's not my wife, it's my pen pal."

Old Man Zhang looked at Lin Fan, and Lin Fan also looked at Lao Zhang. There was a hint of intriguing things in their eyes.

A bit complicated.

It's also a bit confusing.

"Last time you said it was my wife." Lao Zhang asked.

"Have I said it?" Lin Fan said in confusion.

Just as they think about these.

Female host: "Good evening for everyone."

"Today is Friday, March 13th. I am your host Liang Yuan, welcome to watch..."

Dean Hao stood behind and looked at the patients who were watching the news with relief.

He always believes that his decision is right.

When I said I wanted patients to watch the news, I didn’t know how many people thought that this behavior was a waste of time and gathering together was a very dangerous thing.

He said at the beginning, you know nothing.

Just like now.

He still said the same thing, you really don’t even understand nothing. Like Hao Ren, who knows them better than me for decades of professionalism?

Immediately afterwards.

A piece of news played was eye-catching.

[Recently, evil things have appeared in the suburbs of Yanhai City. I hope that all citizens can arrange their own itinerary and avoid going to the suburbs. If there is something inevitable, I hope to keep the itinerary at noon.]

[At noon today, evil things appeared in Starlight Children's Playground. Fortunately, three members of the special department were on vacation and did not cause any casualties. I remind the general public again that strange animals appeared around me. Please contact the special department as soon as possible.]

For mentally ill patients, they don’t care what is said in the news at all.
To be continued...