The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

Yanhai City.

Castle Peak Mental Hospital.

It belongs to the top three psychiatric hospitals, and the equipment and environment are the best.

Doctors in white coats walked in the clean and tidy corridors and inspected the wards. There were four patients in each ward, and the patients inside were all mental patients who had been evaluated by professional means.

Their behavior is different from ordinary people, but they can form small groups very well.

Some are impassioned and talkative.

Some held books and recited loudly about the changes in the future world.

"According to my decades of painstaking research, tonight is the end of the world, but you don't have to be afraid, I have found the safest place, and when there is no one, I will secretly take you there."

"Blue Star is actually square. People outside say it is round. They are the ones who are really sick and need treatment."

"I have developed a prescription for men to conceive with men. Next year I will win the biggest prize and be on the throne of medicine. You are all witnesses."

With the medical records in his hand, the doctor listened for a while every time he entered a room, and then nodded with satisfaction.

not bad.

They are all hopeless.

The walls of the aisle are inlaid with TV sets. On the screen, a female anchor with short hair and delicate hair is broadcasting the latest news.

"A level-7 evil has appeared in the subsidence of Mount Tai, and the climbers have suffered heavy casualties. Strong men have been dispatched to suppress it... I call on all citizens to think about their lives and not to travel in the wild at will."

In a special ward.

This ward is different from other wards, only two people live there, one old and one young.

Various utensils are placed inside.

Barbells, sandbags and more.

at this time.

A handsome young man was lying on a hospital bed with copper wires wrapped around his body. He was the youngest mental patient here.

I am nineteen years old.

His name is Lin Fan.

When I was ten years old.

He hit his head with an iron hammer, saying that he wanted to practice Iron Head Kung Fu, but his head was bleeding, almost ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

When I was eleven years old.

Holding the welding torch, he stared at his crotch, thinking of a sentence, pure yang is the strongest, but the world is dangerous, you can hold on to the pure yang, but the monsters and ghosts in the world are greedy for you.

Fortunately, he was stopped by someone, and since then, he has been sent for a psychiatric evaluation.

The final result lived up to expectations.

Grade five severe mental illness.

There is no threat to the outside world, but it can do destructive behaviors to itself.

Beside the bed, an old man with abnormal mind held two copper wires and looked at Lin Fan with a very serious expression.

"I'm coming, what do you think."

All they have to do now is stimulate the physical body with electricity.

I have tried everything from the No. 5 battery to the current of the battery, and the effect is remarkable. I have walked in front of the ghost gate many times.

"Looking forward, just like what is said in the book, electric current can make the body stronger." Lin Fan said.

"it is good."

Old man Zhang is Lin Fan's helper, the only person in the mental hospital who believes that Lin Fan knows martial arts, and has been helping Lin Fan practice.

At this moment, old man Zhang held two copper wires and slowly stretched them towards the socket hole on the wall.

For others, the socket hole is a shortcut to heaven, but for old man Zhang, it is the only way to witness miracles and verify the truth.

finally……

Zizi!

bang bang!

Lin Fan on the hospital bed shook his body violently, loudly and loudly.

The sirens in the hallway sounded.

Thick smoke drifted from a ward into the corridor.

"what!"

"There is a problem in ward 666. Those two, the old and the young, are messing around again. Take someone to check the situation. Don't forget to bring a fire extinguisher."

"And call an ambulance.

"

Not long after.

Force wave! Force wave! Force wave!

An ambulance stopped outside the mental hospital.

Several people in white coats rushed over pushing the emergency stretcher cart.

There were exclamations around the ward.

"The patient was foaming at the mouth and having difficulty breathing."

"He's going to die."

"Rang Rang, Rang Rang, the emergency stretcher is here."

"Whoever takes old man Zhang away quickly, don't let him get in the way."

At this time, the old man Zhang's hair was raised, as if he was getting an electric shock, he was crazy, holding the stretcher, and yelling, "I won't leave, I want to watch his situation, I want to record data, let me follow, let me follow .”

The doctor can't help it.

He had to let old man Zhang follow him, and he happened to go to the hospital for an examination.

In the ambulance.

Old man Zhang grabbed Lin Fan's hand and hurriedly asked, "Do you feel anything?"

Lin Fan said weakly: "Very good. I feel very energetic and my mind is very clear. The acupuncture points on my whole body must have been fully opened as mentioned in the book. As long as I have acupuncture, I will definitely feel better."

"Don't worry, I have all the silver needles with me." Old Zhang said, patting his bulging chest.

He is not a doctor, and he has no formal training. He just bought a batch of books from the mental hospital, and there is a book explaining acupuncture points and moxibustion in traditional Chinese medicine.

The two of them studied it every day as if they had found a treasure.

Old man Zhang experimented on Lin Fan hundreds of times, and the effect was remarkable. He sent Lin Fan to the emergency room dozens of times.

It's just that Lin Fan said it was easy every time.

According to the two, the acupoints are for piercing, and you will get used to it after piercing too much.

Force wave!

Force wave!

The ambulance drove out of the psychiatric hospital and gradually moved away until the sound of "pushing waves" disappeared.

The dean of the mental hospital is in his fifties, and his hair is already gray.

When something like this happened now, he was very tired and haggard.

Other mental patients engage in literature, inventions, divination, and the structure of the human body.

What a great hobby.

Only the old and the young in ward 666 are killing people every time.

"Dean, the decorator has already been contacted." A doctor said.

The dean sighed helplessly: "Seal all the sockets in all the wards for me."

"Understood the dean." The doctor nodded.

"Oh, by the way, go to the Baihe Cemetery and get in touch. Prepare two cemeteries. It is very important to make follow-up preparations, and arrange two nurses. When they come back, I will keep an eye on them for 24 hours." The dean I have done everything I can do, and what happens in the end can only be left to fate.

The doctor looked at the dean's back and fell into deep thought. He is really a good dean who is dedicated to his duties.

he understands.

The dean was very tired and worried about Lin Fan and old man Zhang.

Hospital.

The emergency room lights up red.

Lin Fan lay there with a blank expression, letting a group of white coats study him, he was used to it, coming here, it was like returning to his own home.

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

"Copper wires were wrapped around the body, and the copper wires were stretched into the sockets to conduct electricity."

"Deep second-degree burns to the skin."

"Blood pressure is stable, and heart rate is 250 beats per minute, which is higher than ordinary people."

...

Lin Fan stared intently at the operating light, and said calmly, "I'm in good spirits now, and the black meat turned up is the waste meat that I excreted, so don't worry too much, just scrape it off for me."

The chief surgeon almost growled: "Fat meat? I think it looks more like blackened bacon."

Lin Fan still said calmly: "Don't give me anesthesia, I hope to temper my will with pain, my will is strong, beyond what you can imagine."

"If you give me narcotics."

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

"I don't recognize the money."

The doctor and the nurses looked at each other.

Very helpless.

Perhaps this is the difference between mental patients and normal people.

Are you fucking rich?