The emergency room lights up red.

Lin Fan lay there expressionlessly, letting a group of white coats study him. He was used to it, and when he came here, he felt as if he had returned to his home.

"It's this kid again, why is it so serious this time?"

"The body was wrapped with copper wire, and the copper wire was inserted into the socket to conduct electricity."

"Deep second-degree burns to the skin."

"The blood pressure is stable, and the heart rate is 250 beats/minute, which is higher than ordinary people."

…

Lin Fan stared at the operating lamp with great concentration, and said calmly: "I am in good spirits now. The black meat that has turned up is the waste meat that I excreted. Don't pay too much attention to it, just scrape it off for me."

The surgeon almost roared: "Fat meat? It looks more like blackened bacon to me."

Lin Fan still said calmly: "Don't give me anesthesia. I hope to use pain to temper my will. My will is very strong, and it's not something you can imagine."

"If you give me anesthetic."

He paused, thought for a moment, and then said what he thought was the most lethal sentence.

"I don't recognize this money."

The doctors and nurses looked at each other.

Very helpless.

Maybe this is the difference between mental patients and normal people.
Chapter completed!