In the deserted "Sacred Heart Mental Hospital", intern doctor Zhao Yongyong was forced to accept a strange transition assessment - collect seven patient "seals of satisfaction", otherwise he will be trapped in this mental hospital forever.
His partner Hui Ming is a walking encyclopedia of violent medical treatment: stun machines are used as toys, Bibles are used as bricks, and the secret to curing patients is to "fight poison with poison until they are overcome."
When the patient screamed and shoved the dinner plate in his face, his partner picked up the stainless steel tray and slapped it back: "Physical sedation, the treatment is free."
Facing the irritable patient who was crying and spitting, his partner took out the "Three Years of Electrotherapy and Five Years of Sedation" practical manual: "Plan No. 7, Turn off the microphone for three seconds."
"Brother, your treatment plan is wholesale from the boxing gym." Zhao Yongyuan stared at the blood-stained treatment manual in his partner's pocket and complained, but the system gave this slutty operator a red flower.
Violence is like the currency of Sacred Heart Mental Hospital. When the fourth bloody seal is stamped on Zhao Yongyuan's forearm, he begins to appreciate the scars as tattoos - the blister scars on the back of his hands are like rusty pointers, pointing to his partner walking beside him, and the bruises on his neck are like unfinished map lines.
When the seventh seal was branded on the left chest, his partner suddenly pressed the Bible against his chin, and the electric shock device emitted a sizzling blue light between the pages.
The "rookie doctor" partner licked the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, "Didn't you realize that the map showing the level of clearance is an anatomy diagram of your internal organs?"
Zhao Yongyong looked down and saw that the scars on his chest and abdomen had somehow connected to form the floor plan of the orphanage, and his beating heart pointed directly at the permanently locked door of the dean's office.
The siren suddenly tore through the air. In the red light, the pages of the Bible behind them were turning. Under the yellowed "Patience is a virtue", two children's handwriting was frantically changing: "Don't believe him!" "Kill me!"
Purpose: This world never issues cure certificates to lunatics, unless you admit that we are all our own unlicensed quacks