Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

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Shen Jian became more and more excited as he fought.

This is performance.

It's all performance.

As a doctor, for the sake of the physical and mental health of the patients, it should be reasonable to beat them up regularly to make them feel awe, right?

When Shen Jian went down with a stick, a patient fell straight on the ground, and it was too late to escape, and was directly caught in the sack.

"What are you running for? Let God judge whether you are guilty or not. God will not wrong a good person, nor will he let a bad person go."

Patients: ...

God damn it is up to God to judge.

This God is you.

The fleeing mental patients all looked at Shen Jian in fear.

But it didn't work.

a bit.

Twice.

Each is accompanied by a muffled sound.

One mental patient fell down.

Patient No. 2, who had been standing at the door like a transparent person, turned pale, and he was guilty.

He was the one who brought the imperial army here.

But this doctor is really fucking sick.

Be with us.

Why can't you let go of this little element and conspire with the doctor?

And this time.

Shen Jian was still immersed in whack-a-mole and couldn't extricate himself, almost to the point of ecstasy.

He has a wealth of experience in how to strike hard at patients.

After a while.

Shen Jian came to Patient No. 2 with a sack on his shoulders.

"what do you say?"

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows.

"I think your obsessive-compulsive disorder is indeed a bit serious. If you don't treat it, you really won't get better. Would you like me to help you?"

Patient 2: ...

Your treatment may not be that simple.

His back molars could be crushed, and he humiliated: "I can control it."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Shen Jian shook the mourning stick.

Little drops of blood spilled on the ground.

Very clear traces were left.

Patient 2's eyes immediately turned red, his breathing became short of breath, and his body was shaking.

"I...I really...but, can...overcome."

The voice did not fall.

Shen Jian put his blood-stained hand on the other party's hospital gown.

Patient 2: ...

"Ah ah ah ah."

He was angry.

This doctor is not a son of man.

He was already trying to restrain himself, but the opponent gave them a double crit.

Can this be tolerated?

Even a man can't stand it.

and so.

He was packed into a sack.

……

out of the ward.

Shen Jian felt refreshed.

All of a sudden, his eyes met the supervisor who was alarmed to check because of too much movement.

The two looked at each other.

Shen Jian said quite calmly: "I found a group of thugs who were planning to attack here. For the sake of everyone's safety, I rushed over to persuade them not to do this."

"But these people attacked me. If it was you, can you bear it?"

director:……

He glanced inside.

Blood stains scattered.

Broken limbs and arms.

Look at Dr. Shen again.

Limbs are intact.

Oily.

The white coat below the waist was stained with blood, indicating that the patient was beaten in an absolutely powerful position.

I thought about it.

He said against his will: "I really can't bear it."

"But those patients, oh no, what about the thugs?"

"Oh, this, I'm going to take these patients away and set up a special ward to study the cases of these patients. These brutal thugs can just be used as experimental materials. Are there any questions?"

director:……

"no problem."

that's it.

The suppression work in Huangquan Bingdong was completed.

Shen Jian looked at the hidden mission again.

[Main task: Suppress the riots and restore the Huangquan sick building to its original state. 】

Without the four F4 who took the lead in attacking the sick building, and the arrest of potential rioters, the Huangquan sick building is basically stable.

Next.

It should be to find out the patients hidden in the sanatorium.

This task is undoubtedly more difficult than the former.

But he has the magic weapon to win.

was thinking.

Shen Jian has already seen the nun ghost.

She is standing at the front desk of the hospital, watching every patient here.

"Doctor, you are here."

The nun ghost looked at Shen Jian with some evasive eyes.

She still felt a little guilty about everything last night.

For this reason, she prayed for herself in her heart all day long.

I hope Guanghui ghosts and gods forgive her for the crimes she committed.

"Sister Leah, can you do me a favor?"

Shen Jian said: "There are still several patients hidden in the sanatorium of this sick building. I need to find them all and let them receive proper treatment."

"But the camouflage of these patients is so good that it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish them. I need your help."

The nun was startled.

Then he said excitedly: "Of course I am willing, this is the purpose of my coming here."

"Then let's go."

……

Wellness area.

Compared with the depression and seriousness of the ward, this place is much more relaxed.

Basically like a resort.

Those who can live here have some mild problems, but not serious enough to become mentally ill.

So as long as the general target group can be locked, it is not difficult to find out the patients.

But how can a patient who can perfectly blend in here, disguised so that even the doctor can't see it, be so easily targeted.

Shen Jian looked over.

Here is a large swimming pool.

There are many ghosts lying under parasols with their eyes closed.

Just when Shen Jian was about to take action, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

"Excuse me, are you a nun?"

The voice fell, and a concave ghost with a thin body and sunken facial features came over.

"I'm a nun, what do you want?"

When the nun saw someone looking for her, she greeted her warmly.

The concave-faced ghost said with some coyness: "I...I want to...repent my mistakes."

This sentence is finished.

The concave ghost looked at Shen Jian warily.

It seems to be saying: Do you understand the rules?There should be no outsiders in the prayer process.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows.

Whoops, I'm going, can't you see that we came together?

He was gearing up.

I want to teach this little white-clothed ghost a lesson.

Put him to work with those thick black slave miners.

"Doctor, be patient in your prayers."

The nun looked at the concave ghost: "He is a doctor here, he has strict professional ethics, and he will not tell anything about this place."

see.

The concave-faced ghost immediately relaxed, and wailed loudly: "I want to repent, I'm guilty."