Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

I was suddenly a little dissatisfied, that was my patient, and I was never willing to wear a corset for him, whether he was in normal condition or not.Because I feel like, without the corset, he's still a fragile teenager full of hope.No one is born with a psychotic disorder.It wasn't his fault that he was hurt and he didn't deserve to be treated that way.

I know that he is extremely indifferent and extremely crazy.

Yuan Fan was dragged away, I frowned, listening to his howl echoed in the corridor.I heard his hoarse roar, I heard the crackling sound of electric current, I heard his howling in pain like a trapped animal, and I heard his groaning of grievance.I heard that weak voice, Mo Xiaoqi.

I must say, even if I'm not sure how real this kid is, something always feels wrong to me.My wound was no longer bleeding, no matter what, Yuan Fan didn't want my life.I waved away the doctors and nurses irritably, and ran out the door, "Let him go." My eyes fell on Yuan Fan and the doctor beside him, and I was almost furious.Isn't it enough to put on a corset! !How dare you fucking use an electric baton!He is obviously a well-behaved boy.What's more, he didn't actually do anything.

The doctor at the beginning looked at me in embarrassment, "Doctor Mo, the patient must wear a corset if he has hurt others. He resisted too much, so he can only use an electric baton." The muscles on his fat face twisted and slowly accumulated, just Like melted cheese, it covered the meat and flowed down, and finally squeezed into a fake tangled expression.I didn't bother to talk to him, so I walked straight over and squatted in front of Yuan Fan, he knelt on the ground weakly, even though those beautiful and astonishing eyes were stained with physical tears, they were still gray and lifeless, as if this child had lost himself , but I know that he will never give up on himself.His lips were twitching, as if he had been cursing something.I heard his inky venomous words, as powerful as the Bible.

After a while, he turned his eyes to me.I didn't quite understand what he meant, so I stretched out my hand to take off his corset.Feeling his trembling, I actually felt guilty.Yuan Fan turned his head and looked at me viciously. After a while, his face turned cute again. When I took off the corset for him, he changed his charming expression, put his chin on my shoulder coldly, and gently rubbed against my shoulder. . "Doctor, don't you like the lizard I caught in the pink ocean?"

His tone was a little cautious, and there was a hint of expectation.Inexplicably, people want to comfort him, even if he is wrong, maybe this is the true meaning of our tolerance of the wicked?Pretending to be a good person has the power to save the world, redeeming ourselves with our hypocrisy, as if that way we can continue to shine.From then on, it will no longer be ashamed, no longer withered, and even have a gorgeous tone, we are fearless, we are the savior.

"It's okay." I helped him stand up, his face was pale, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his calf was still trembling uncontrollably. It seemed that those guys shocked him a lot.I turned my head and looked at those colleagues, "Go back, I'll take him for a walk and then go back to the ward." Seeing how they looked back step by step, I pressed my tongue firmly against the roof of the palate, with such guarded eyes, it's a pity The expression was really exciting. At that moment, I almost wanted to release all the violent patients in the hospital.