In the dark and gloomy corridor, portraits of human faces hung one after another.

A man in a white coat with a strange smile on his face pushed the dining cart slowly forward, his footsteps sounding like a heartbeat.

There were two candles lit on the dining car, and the weak candlelight dragged his shadow into a long shadow.

This man’s name is Li Zhi (zhì).

It is now the thirteenth year since he served as the director of the Welfare Mental Hospital.

In this weird hospital, his only mission is to take good care of the 'lovely' patients here.

"It's time to eat!"

Li Zhi picked up the loudspeaker, and the eerie sound spread throughout the hospital.

After he finished speaking, he pushed the car and when he turned a corner, his face hit a pair of feet.

A pair of feet that are already cold.

When I looked up, I saw a young woman of eighteen or nineteen years old wearing a floral skirt, hanging from the beam in the corridor, her face was ashen, and her tongue was hanging out a foot long.

Li Zhi's face changed drastically, and his expression began to twist: "This... this..."

He picked up a pair of small leather boots from the ground, put them on for her, and angrily shouted: "How many times have I told you not to run around without shoes!"

After letting the girl pass, Li Zhi went to the end of the corridor and opened a ward.

This is the temporary restaurant of Fufu Mental Hospital. The previous restaurant was eaten up, so we can only make ends meet here temporarily.

There are already five patients sitting in the restaurant, two men and two women, all around eighteen or nineteen years old.

Li Zhi frowned: "Tang Ada, where are your brothers and sisters?"

A short-haired young man in camouflage uniform sitting at dining seat No. 1 stood up and saluted Li Zhi: "Private Tang Ada reported to the commander that Privates No. 1, No. 2, No. 5, No. 8, and No. 9 are in place."

Li Zhi frowned: "Where are the others?"

Tang Ada continued to report: "No. 3 and No. 4 are missing. Yesterday, No. 10 smashed your bedroom and is in solitary confinement. No. 6 and No. 12 don't want to come for dinner. In addition, No. 7 was attacked on the 11th in the morning. They are not here yet."

There’s a way to eat…”

Li Zhi had a headache. The patient liked to fight, and he didn't know how other hospitals dealt with it.

Then he counted on his fingers: "While cooking, Wen Xiaosan wanted to poison her. There was no food tonight, and Wang Sinier was hanging in the corridor. Well... all twelve people went to Mingming!"

Another warm and normal day.

dinner time!"

The patients all received their own dinners, including one portion of military rations, a plate of fried beetles with raw maggots, two candles, a box lunch worth ten yuan, and everything else.

While the patients were eating, Li Zhi sat back on the chair and hugged the back of the chair: "You guys eat, listen to me, our welfare hospital is running out of money."

A girl with twin tails in a dress, with bulging cheeks, looked at Li Zhi with a cute expression: "You have been working, why don't you have no money?

Li Zhi had veins bulging on his forehead: "Liang Erni, you have the nerve to say that you can eat as much as ten people by yourself. How can I afford to work part-time... Wait, we can't eat in the dining car!"

He kicked Liang Erni away and rescued the twenty-seventh dining car back to the hospital.

Li Zhi sighed: "Anyway, in order to pay for your food, rebuild the restaurant, the front door, my bedroom... I have to find a way to run the mental hospital."

"What does that have to do with us?" Liang Erni asked doubtfully.

Li Zhi clenched his fists: "Someone has made an appointment with me just now. They will come to register for medical treatment tomorrow. I need your guarantee not to cause any trouble for me!"

He took out a stack of A4 papers and distributed them to five patients:

"This is the patient code I just wrote. Please study it carefully. We are a mental hospital here. Only when people are cured can we make money. If you make trouble, the disease will not be cured at all...

The other little bastards, although they didn't come to eat, you still have to answer to me. If something goes wrong tomorrow... I will feed you to Liang Erni."

Liang Erni drooled.

Li Zhi squatted in front of Liang Erni, ruffled her hair, and pinched her head: "But if it were you who delayed me from making money... I will use a rusty awl to sew your mouth shut! Three, no

, five days!”

"Doesn't that mean we can't eat?" Liang Erni cried in fright.

After some threats, the patients confirmed that Li Zhi was not joking and began to read the patient code carefully.

‘Article 1: Those brought in by the dean are all comrades, not enemies;

Article 2: Comrades cannot be eaten;

Article 3: Do not poison your comrades;

Article 4: commit suicide and find a place where no one is around...'

There are dozens of them, each of them looks weird, but in the welfare hospital, they look normal.

…

In Wangjing City, on the east side of the city, there is a large courtyard surrounded by iron fences. In the center of the courtyard is a somewhat dilapidated building.

"This is the Welfare Mental Hospital..."

Zhang Kang stood in front of the iron gate, holding a leaflet in his hand. The name of the hospital was printed on the leaflet, which treats various "delusions".

The promotional slogan is very unreliable. The general idea is that some people can see things that do not exist because of brain problems, but these problems can be cured as long as they come to Welfare Mental Hospital.

He glanced into the distance, trembled, and rang the doorbell.

There is a sign hanging on the iron gate with registration instructions written on it.

Article 1: The hospital is under closed management and can only be entered under the guidance of the director.

Article 2: The dean is slovenly dressed. If you see a neatly dressed dean, please make an appointment next time.

Article 3: If you see a flying head, don’t panic, it’s a balloon.

Article 4: If you see a broken body, then your illness is serious and you need to pay more...

Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Kang's forehead. Before he could finish reading these registration instructions, he felt a chill coming straight to his heart.

"Do I really want to go in? Maybe this place is scarier than the things I encountered."

Just when Zhang Kang was about to turn around and leave, the iron door was opened, and a man in a white coat stood in front of him.

This man has a tough face and a tall figure. He is wearing a white coat. Under the white coat is a vest, shorts, and big slippers. His hair is messy, and there are dark red marks on the cuffs and the hem of the clothes.

"You are Mr. Zhang Kang, I am Li Zhi from Fufu Mental Hospital, please come in, please come in..."

Zhang Kang hesitated for a moment, and after seeing Li Zhi's slovenly clothes, he felt a little more at ease, and followed Li Zhi into the Fufu Mental Hospital.

Li Zhi was holding a book in his hand, which made Zhang Kang feel a little more relaxed.

At least Dr. Li should be professional.

But when he saw the title of the book clearly, Zhang Kang had the urge to turn around and run away.

The book is called "How to Pretend to Be a Psychologist".
Chapter completed!