Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Gigi was writing a case when a noisy sound suddenly appeared on the screen in front of her.

She stopped writing and looked up. When she saw the corner of the screen clearly, she couldn't help but tilt her head and shook it twice, smiling helplessly.

It seems like these people are all pretending.

It was clearly rest time, but none of the patients slept well.

At this time, the quilts were blown all over the floor, and all the patients gathered towards Jingzhi and Caolu who were still chatting in the middle of the room.

More than a dozen people were talking at the same time, which gave Cao Lu a headache.

"So your name is Caolu, you were really awesome just now."

"Can you be a little more cultured? This is called not fearing power. You dare to talk to the devil like that? You're really brave. When we have time, let's... make a blood oath?"

So said the judge, who again held the mop on his head.

Caolu respects every kind of aesthetic.

He bowed to this seemingly wise brother and asked seriously, "Excuse me, where is this place?"

Jingzhi leaned over and interrupted, "Hey, you're not right, are you? Why don't you ask them?"

"What...is their problem?" Caolu didn't understand.

Jingzhi said: "This is a huge problem, why don't you ask me?"

When the "judge" heard that there was a problem with him, he disagreed and frowned with an unhappy look on his face.

"I have no problem. It's those people outside who can't understand my ideas. People with unique thinking and different ideas from the general public have to be locked up here. Why?"

"And just because they ignore our human rights, lock us up here without permission, and give us medicine and injections, don't they make them bad people?"

These two short sentences are truly thought-provoking.

Jingzhi's eyes widened.

Just when I was thinking that he was not sick, this man started acting like the patient covered in a blue sheet.

"What Ai Qing said is absolutely true."

The "Judge" puffed out his chest proudly, but lowered his head towards the emperor, "It's because the emperor has educated me well."

The corners of Jingzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

I really believed his lies.

My thinking was almost led astray by a mental illness.

Caolu was also stunned by the logical-sounding words just now.

However, the pirated emperor's actions shocked him so much that he couldn't close his mouth.

If this were to be made public, it would be a definite beheading. This person calls himself the emperor so ostentatiously, there must be something wrong with him.

However, there was no one here that he knew, and certainly no one here that she knew.

If you don't ask them, then ask her.

She had come through the Heavenly Gate with him, so how much could she understand?

Cao Lu stopped looking at the disrespectful behavior of the pirated emperor and ministers and chose a patient who looked smarter. He bowed and asked:

"Brother, have you seen my two disciples?"

The patient was wearing glasses and looked very smart. When Cao Lu asked him a question, he stretched out a finger, poked the frame of his glasses, and then put his finger into his mouth under Cao Lu's expectant eyes.

"Jiujiu...you still have a disciple?"

The polite smile on Caolu's face almost cracked.

No, isn't there a normal person here?

Jingzhi pinched her thighs tightly, trying to hold back her laughter until she almost became a shit.

“Puff puff puff…hahahahahaha!”

"Brother Caolu, you're so cute! I even asked you to ask me! Don't I look abnormal?"

Cao Lu looked at her strangely. If she were normal, she wouldn't laugh like that.

Cao Lu turned around and asked the patient who was sucking his finger:

"What about my things? My clothes and belongings."

He secretly looked around.

There were more than a dozen iron beds in the huge room.

Uniform blue sheets and blue and white striped bedding.

Even half of the wall is painted in a calming sky blue.

There is a translucent glass door in the northwest corner.

Cao Lu sighed inwardly that glass was precious. While it was used as a door to make good use of it, he really couldn't see any place to hide anything.

Did he lose something?

"Oh, it must have been put in the locker in the corridor by the female devil." The patient who sucked his fingers answered obediently.

Caolu instantly put the worry in his heart back into his stomach, as long as he didn't lose it.

Just as I walked to the door and wanted to go out to get something, the door suddenly opened from the outside.

A male doctor in a white coat walked in with a nurse pushing a medicine cart.

"Who is Caolu?" he asked.

Jingzhi felt something was wrong and quickly moved to the thatched cottage, covered her mouth and whispered in her ear:

"This is a mental hospital. If you don't want to be mistaken for someone with a mental disorder, keep your mouth shut and don't get violent, or they'll give you a tranquilizer. If you don't understand something, ask me first."

"The most important thing is that I'm the only one here who believes that you have no problem with your brain."

"Listen to me, if he gives you any pills or strange-looking water, don't eat or drink it."

"...What are you mumbling about?" The male doctor's pupils shrank at Jingzhi's beauty. When he thought that she was also a psychopath, he instantly lost interest. He raised the medical record in his hand and pointed to an empty bed with a somewhat cold expression:

"Lin Jingzhi? Go back and lie down. It will be your turn after we check on him."

Jingzhi shrugged, walked back and lay down.

There were even people who had the leisure to sit with their hands rested on the thatched cottage and watch the physical examination.

The doctor is a surgeon.

After checking the thatched cottage, he was surprised to find that there was nothing wrong with his body.

Didn’t they say that this person fell from mid-air and was knocked unconscious?

How come nothing happened?

Looking at Caolu who was curiously studying his stethoscope, the surgeon silently put aside his meal, said to himself that he was indeed mentally ill, and turned to walk towards Jingzhi.

"It's your turn. Sit up and unbutton the first button of your collar."

Jingzhi sat up and moved her arms and legs to show him, "I'm fine, no need for a checkup."

The doctor tapped the notebook twice with the tip of his pen and said with a frown:

"A routine check is a must. If you don't cooperate, I don't mind calling a nurse in."

What? You want to use violence after being rejected?

Mentally ill people really have no human rights.

As soon as her hand touched her collar, Caolu came over and lifted the quilt on her bed to block the doctor's sight.

The doctor held up the stethoscope, veins throbbing on his forehead.

If this wasn't a regular position, he would have quit long ago!

"what are you doing?!"

Cao Lu looked down at him, his face full of disapproval.

"Don't look at her inappropriately. She is a woman, and it is inappropriate for her to undress in public."

"You can also listen to the heartbeat this way. Doctor, just reach under the quilt."

Good clothes?

Can unbuttoning a button be called undressing?

In his eyes, are the women wearing suspenders all over the street considered to be running naked?

The doctor glared at him, but Caolu maintained his chastity to his savior and refused to retreat. The doctor had no choice but to follow Caolu's train of thought and quickly examined Jingzhi.

"Since everything is fine, I'll leave first. I'll leave the rest to Dr. Huang."

The doctor instructed the young nurse next to him, glared at Caolu, then turned around and strode out angrily.

Jingzhi hooked her finger, picked up her quilt from the thatched cottage and covered herself with it, smiling at him while buttoning it.

"Are you worried that I'll be seen by other men?"

Cao Lu turned his back to her, blocking the view of the other roommates in front of her, and nodded seriously, "Of course."