PFC Chapter 165 I'm Not Mentally Ill
Chapter 165 I'm Not Mentally Ill
Returning home from get off work, Qin Dongming put down the food bag he was carrying, then took off his police hat. While removing his uniform, he anxiously asked his wife:
"So, did she sign it?"
Wei Dahong flung the rag in her hand and said angrily:
"That rebellious daughter is a miser; she absolutely refuses to sign, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"It's alright, thank you for your hard work, wife. As long as we keep delaying picking her up, the Fourth Hospital won't dare to release her. If we just keep dragging it out like this, she'll eventually break down, she's just a young girl."
Forget about her. Here, this is your favorite braised pork hock, which I bought especially after get off work.
As Qin Dongming spoke, he lifted the bag of food in his hand and said with a smile.
Wei Dahong exclaimed in surprise, and after taking the braised pork knuckle, a happy smile appeared on his face.
The resentment and anger I felt after returning from the Fourth Hospital have dissipated considerably.
She really couldn't understand what that brat Wu Xiaoxiao was thinking.
Why is she so stubborn? What is a girl doing guarding those three houses all by herself?
She was genuinely thinking of this unfilial daughter. Of the three houses, one could be kept for you, and one could be given to your younger brother so that he could support you in the future.
The other house is your way of showing filial piety to me, your mother, and I don't expect you to support me in the future.
Besides, once you get married, if your husband has a house, what would you need a house for?
No matter how much we tried to persuade her, she just wouldn't agree. All she cares about is the house; she doesn't care about her biological mother at all. What an ingrate!
She looks just like her father who died young.
You won't compromise, huh? Then I'll lock you up for life.
Anyway, the rent for the three buildings is more than a million yuan a year, while the cost of sending my daughter to a mental hospital is only about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year.
No matter how you look at it, it's a worthwhile deal.
That evening, Wei Dahong gritted her teeth and said with a fierce expression:
"I'll go to the Fourth Hospital again tomorrow and pay more money so they can give me more special treatment. I don't believe that brat won't back down."
Qin Dongming opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, but when he thought of the three buildings worth tens of millions, his heart hardened.
"it is good!"
He knew what special treatment his wife was talking about: continuous medication and electric shock therapy, although it was expensive, costing 60,000 yuan a year.
But the effect is also quite remarkable; even a strong adult will turn into a docile little mouse if this is done to them.
Not to mention, Wu Xiaoxiao is just a young girl who has just turned eighteen.
Qin Dongming firmly believed that she would eventually compromise.
Those are three buildings in Jing'an District! They're worth at least ten million yuan, and looking at the ever-rising housing prices, the prices will only go higher in the future.
Such a big cake would make anyone envious.
My wife is right. She's just a young girl and she can't possibly hold onto such a large fortune. It's better to let them have it than for that blond kid to benefit from it later.
At least they will give the little girl a place to stay and teach their son to treat his older sister well in the future.
How could someone be so inconsiderate as to offer something that would benefit both parties?
In the intensive care unit of the Fourth Mental Hospital of XX City, Qin Shuhua covered his balding head, listening to the laughter around him.
He was so angry that his face turned red, his neck bulged, and his eyes turned red.
Damn it, since you won't listen to reason and insist on suffering the consequences, I'll grant your wish.
"Arrest them all! Arrest them all! Send them all to the shock room! Give them electroshock therapy!"
Upon hearing this, the patients who had been laughing in the corridor instantly fell silent, their faces filled with terror.
They had all obviously tried electroconvulsive therapy and knew how painful the treatment process was.
Some people subconsciously started to leave the group and automatically return to their rooms.
Upon hearing the order, the security guards and burly caregivers grinned maliciously and began to act.
Arresting, controlling, and binding people are their specialties; that's what they do.
For them, it was nothing more than a game of eagle catching chicks.
Whether you are the CEO of a listed company, a street vendor, a respected university professor, or an ordinary worker, it doesn't matter.
To them, they were all the same, just little chicks in their eyes.
They felt particularly excited watching a high-ranking, influential figure helplessly cursing and struggling at their feet.
Because once they enter the treatment room and receive medication and electroshock therapy, without exception, these people will cry and beg for mercy, turning into incredibly docile kittens.
They feel incredibly happy whenever they see such a scene.
This exhilarating sense of accomplishment, akin to conquering cities and beating through levels in a video game, is something outsiders can't understand.
The three-person team worked together to pin Jiang Meijuan, who had attacked the dean first, to the floor and took out ropes they carried with them to start tying her up.
"You scumbag, get away from me! You scumbag, let me go, you bunch of bad guys..."
Jiang Meijuan screamed and cursed on the ground.
Ma Chaoying stared at the chaotic scene with gleaming eyes, trembling with excitement, and shouted:
"Yes, arrest them, tie them all up! These are traitors hiding in the crowd..."
But the next moment, the security guards came rushing towards him.
Xiao Xiao immediately gave them a mental suggestion. Her mental power was now incredibly strong, and as she walked among the crowd, these mental patients automatically made way for her.
Xiao Xiao waved her arms and sang loudly in the crowd:
"Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves!"
Let us build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood.
The Chinese nation has reached its most perilous moment. Every individual is forced to utter their final roar: "Arise! Arise! Arise! We are united as one, braving the enemy's gunfire..."
Good heavens, Dean Qin turned his head and recognized him.
This high school senior girl was brought in by her mother, who paid the full year's fees right away.
I told them to make sure they received proper treatment and not to worry about the cost.
Therefore, the girl was given medication every day, which caused her to vomit and have diarrhea, and she lost her appetite.
He was in a daze all day, unable to muster any energy, like a walking corpse.
Is he heartbroken?
No, not at all.
For him, these are both a business opportunity and samples for studying mental illness.
He didn't see them as fellow humans; they were madmen, fools, mutated humans.
He looked at Wu Xiaoxiao singing the national anthem in the crowd and chuckled. He pointed and said:
"Tie her up too and send her for treatment."
The caregivers began to swarm forward, and I slowly retreated, but the singing continued.
The patients in the corridor seemed to be drawn by something and crowded around, blocking the caregivers' path.
The caregivers tried to push them away in surprise, but they wouldn't back down. Instead, more and more people surged forward, and many even came out of the wards to stand with them.
Ma Chaoying became even more excited, pushed aside the security guards who were grabbing him, ran into the veterans' quarters, grabbed the duck's neck, and sang loudly:
"Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves..."
Lu Guoliang, who was hiding not far away, held onto the door and watched the chaotic scene with astonishment.
He had never seen the patients here so united.
He had tried to resist before, and he had asked other patients for help, but every time these burly, menacing security guards and caregivers made a move.
These people either clapped and laughed foolishly as they watched the whole way.
Or, like a frightened bird, they would flee back to their room and hide as soon as possible.
These people were clearly protecting the little girl named Wu Xiaoxiao.
He also knew this little girl; she had arrived later than him.
Like him, she told the doctors and nurses that she wasn't sick.
Later I learned that when the patients here first arrived, they all said they weren't sick.
The doctors and nurses just smiled and didn't seem to care.
But this little girl is different; her logic is very clear.
When he speaks, he is articulate and his emotions are stable.
Unlike people like Ma Chaoying, who are exaggerated in their speech, excited in their spirits, and prone to loud arguments at the slightest disagreement.
But in the end, just like him, she also broke down emotionally.
This is a devilish place that can turn perfectly normal people into mental patients.
Whether you are a normal person or a truly mentally ill person, it doesn't matter to them at all.
Everyone who comes in is mentally ill; everyone who leaves is normal.
Dean Qin clearly noticed something was wrong; these patients, after listening to the national anthem, were subtly protecting the young girl.
Although he didn't understand, he subconsciously felt a sense of unease and knew he couldn't continue like this.
We can't let this little girl continue to bewitch us, or things will definitely get out of hand.
"Li Dahai, to catch the thief, first catch the leader; let's grab that little girl first."