I'm a mentally ill person, and I was chosen to participate in the Rules of the Strange Tales.

Page 384



Page 384

The "auspicious" in the hospital is four or five years old.

However, the two "auspicious" characters look exactly alike, not even a hair is different!

simply put.

Old Sun might actually have a grandson, but he's at least a teenager now, and he probably can't even remember what he looks like anymore.

The reason why his grandson was considered auspicious in his memory.

It was simply that auspiciousness had appeared before him.

Old Sun, who was eager to see his grandson, naturally brought the word "auspicious" into his memory of his grandson, so he thought that his grandson looked like this.

then.

His grandson then took on an auspicious appearance in his mind.

Simultaneously.

Xiaoya also discovered a serious problem: could Old Sun's situation be considered a major bug in his talent?

[Reading Memories]

If the other person's memory is wrong due to some circumstance, or has been altered by someone else.

Then what you see must be a wrong past event.

If you were to encounter a mentally ill person who acts recklessly and without any direction, then your talents would probably be completely wasted.

But these are all things for later.

The most urgent task now is to correct the mistakes I made.

"Nurse Xiaoqin, oh no, I've brought Jixiang to room nine."

The nurse's expression froze for a moment, but she didn't panic too much.

"It's alright, you meant well. I'll go and pick up Jixiang."

Xiaoqin spoke casually, but for some reason, Xiaoya felt an inexplicable sense of tension.

I've been out for over half an hour now.

Will something unexpected happen between the old man and the young man?

One suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the other has autism.

Nobody knows what kind of sparks will fly between them.

Hospitals will not allow patients with potential mental health issues to share a room.

They are usually paired with a normal patient.

That way, they might be able to help look after them in a critical moment.

'Click~ Click click~'

Xiaoqin's face turned pale.

"What's going on? The door to room number nine is locked from the inside?"

However, the locks on the hospital ward doors are all universal, so Xiaoqin immediately rummaged through her pocket for a master key.

The reason she looked unwell was not because the ward was locked.

The problem is that they can't figure out who locked the door, or why they locked it.

Jixiang has autism, doesn't like to move, and is indifferent to everything. There's no reason for him to lock the door.

Don't even mention Old Sun; he's been bedridden for years.

His "seniority" is longer than that of Nurse Xiaoqin herself.

‘Click~’

The door was finally opened, and the scene inside came into view for the two women.

The two women almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Both the old and the young looked to be in good condition.

Old Sun must have been leaning against the wall in a sitting position with Ji Xiang's help.

Jixiang, on the other hand, sat obediently by the bedside.

Old Sun was all smiles as he held Jixiang's hand and chatted about everyday things.

Xiaoqin, with a sullen face, immediately began to scold the old man and the young man inside.

"Who locked the door? Don't you know that hospital rules prohibit locking doors? If something happens to the patient, every second that the door is blocked at a critical moment increases the risk of an accident!"

"I... I asked my grandson to lock it. Can't we have a private conversation?"

"He is not"

Xiaoya wanted to tell Old Sun the truth, but when she saw the loving expression on his face, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Jixiang, come here, don't run around!"

"Oh, okay, Sister Xiaoqin."

Xiaoya looked at Jixiang in surprise; it was the first time she had ever heard this little boy speak.

Jixiang seems to have a special affection for Nurse Xiaoqin?

As they passed by Xiaoya, Jixiang, who had been ignoring her, suddenly looked up and smiled slightly at her.

Her smile was so sweet, it could even be described as exaggeratedly sweet.

Although nothing bad happened as expected, Xiaoya's unease grew stronger.

The conversation between Old Sun and Jixiang after locking the door must have been hiding some secret.

"Give me a good beating! You little punk, trying to bribe Old Li? Heh! I'm telling you right now, not even the King of Heaven himself can stop me!"

Gift crab special!

Fake squid!

Yang Tao's pretty face was full of question marks.

What's wrong with this rich guy's thought process? Isn't he a bit abnormal?

I've seen all sorts of sugar daddies, including some perverts.

But like Jiang Xiao.

One second he was a "naive, love-struck, simp" type of person.

The fact that she can transform into an upright and incorruptible "independent regimental commander" in the next second is unheard of!

what?

The role-playing mode even allows you to switch personalities at will?

"Brother, I've never practiced this before."

"Bullshit! You think you can fool me just because I'm uneducated? Didn't you say your posture was professionally trained?!"

Holy crap!

Yang Tao felt a throbbing pain in her head.

That's right, she did say that she was an extremely outstanding and high-performing hostess.

Every move they make, every gesture, is the result of professional training.

But what the hell does this have to do with standing at attention?!

Chapter 249 Training

Yang Tao hesitated for a long time, really not knowing how to stand at attention.

"What are you talking about! I'm just asking you, have you ever practiced your posture?"

"Yes"

"Have they received professional training?"

That's not wrong either.

"Then stand still! Stop acting like that sly fox!"

Damn!

"Little brother Shinnosuke."

"Shut up! I'm not some idiot. Call me Commander Li! Otherwise, I'll train you to death!"

Li Yunlong couldn't stand Shin-chan's actions, which is why he couldn't help but jump out.

Oh?

Are you trying to drill me to death?


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.