The sound of two emergency stretcher wheels rolling came, and several people in white coats hurried over.

"Where are the injured?"

No need to tell, no need to ask.

Asking is a habit.

"You called the ambulance, you find a way to solve it." Dean Hao patted the director on the shoulder and turned to leave.

The director looked at the dean's back and opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it.

"Where is the patient? You can't make blind calls. You will be legally responsible." The doctor couldn't help but become anxious when he saw that the other party hadn't told them where the patient was. He couldn't be playing tricks on them.

The director looked around at his colleagues, then pointed at Li Ang and said, "He is the patient and needs to go to the hospital."

"Director, I'm not sick." Li Ang looked like a dog.

The doctor waved his hand, and several colleagues grabbed Li Ang, "It's not up to us to decide whether you are sick or not. Go to the hospital and walk through the machine, and we will know if you have any problems."

"I'm not sick. I won't go to the hospital. I'm really not sick."

Li Ang struggled and roared, and was almost stunned. What could be wrong with me? Don't go too far.

The doctor asked the director, "Is he really sick?"

The director thought for a moment and said firmly: "Yes."

"Okay, you are a professional in a mental hospital. If you say yes, then yes," the doctor said.

soon.

The doctors left with the emergency stretcher trolley.

"I'm not sick."

"Let me go..."

"I'm really not sick."

Gradually.

Force wave!

Force wave!

The sound of the ambulance disappeared into the mental hospital.
Chapter completed!