"Doctor, how is my son?" Mother Meng asked. "The patient refused to receive treatment, and his symptoms worsened," the doctor said. "How could it be? How could this happen?" Meng Mu said with a helpless look, "Where are the patient's family members?" "Am I?" "I mean, where is the patient's lover?" "She..." A man in his thirties muttered to himself inside the iron door and window, "I'm not sick, what I said is true, it's true." Bang, the iron door was opened, "It's time to take medicine," said a strong male nurse. Then, regardless of the patient, he used tools to pry open the man's mouth, put a handful of more than a dozen various pills into the man's mouth, poured water into his mouth, and poured the pills into his stomach. The man struggled, but was tied to the hospital bed with restraints and unable to resist. Bang, the male nurse closed the door and left. The man's name is Meng Anlong, a thirty-five-year-old mentally ill patient. I downloaded a doomsday shooting survival mobile game a month ago. After playing it for a few days, my family sent me to this place: the Fourth People's Hospital of the city. It's another famous city mental rehabilitation hospital, commonly known as a mental hospital!
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The whole novel is wonderfully written and remarkable. I hope to continue working hard and create a more gorgeous new chapter.
A rare good work, with a compact storyline and a strong sense of substitution. 👍👍 Looking forward to updates...