I can't get rid of the impression of extreme mania and extreme irritability and total loss of control. If I have to use a complete sentence to describe the symptoms of the disease in my memory, it is "no thinking ability and completely fall into a violent complex. The outgoing emotions are like a volcano erupting with raging fire. People around me avoid it when they see this. But not only emotionally, physical symptoms cause uncontrollable tremors in the limbs, and gastrointestinal reactions cause the stomach to swell upside down, intending to spit out completely, but swallowing even more in the throat, as if they were half-deadly hanging in the air, due to excessive excitement, causing frequent urination and even wetting the crotch directly, like a three-year-old child who has lost the ability to control urine..."

In short, although patients suffering from this disease have been tortured by mental pain and accompanying physical symptoms, they can also be regarded as a type of disease that requires empathy from others. However, after all, the disease is a disease of one of the severe mental disorders. These symptoms will definitely make people around who have no understanding of the disease feel fear and panic.

If a severely ill patient who is in a state of illness causes trouble on the street and find ten people who have not yet learned about the disease, there will probably be about eight or nine of them showing disgusting eyes, shouting "unlucky madman", and running away, avoiding ten, or calling a specialized hospital ambulance directly - if you have to compare things with the same thing, and there is no need for people to hide your true thoughts, I guess most people will link "serial explosives" and "rabies that bite when they see people" and add the "successful madman" to it, and interpret "the person who is completely crazy is terrible."

But every special soldier, including me, knows that the thoughts brought to the patient and the actions caused to the patient are not the actions that the patient originally wanted to take in his consciousness. But why is it that the patient still following the random induction of the disease when the disease occurs? This is just because mental disorders are different from psychological disorders. The key dividing line lies in whether the patient realizes that this is just the thoughts brought to him by the patient, rather than his real decision not affected by the condition.

——As I have seen, mental disorders lack self-awareness, which is different from the pure psychological disorder that basically exists in self-awareness and can realize how you are in. But if you blame and discriminate against the patient for this, you will make a decisive conclusion by just being confused by appearances, but ignore the patient's nature is the best and his conscience still exists. And directly treat him as a vicious evil person who is extremely guilty, and even use the patient's words as a weapon to attack, what crime will we bear?

The answer is: This is not the fault of any patient, but we do not have the obligation to be born doctors and Virgin Mary, and to arrange this kind of "must be humble to patients everywhere" and the unreasonable emotional kidnapping, what is the fault of us who are born as mortals?

If you want to blame, you can only blame God. The human beings he created still have great flaws in terms of complete communication of joys and sorrows and empathy.

The differences in individuals lead to people not being able to fully understand each other. The differences in identity and the rich and poor trigger the collision of Mars from various contradictory classes. Everyone has unique ideas, making it difficult to achieve absolutely consistent views even if there are commands and brainwashing... We cannot underestimate these seemingly uncomplexing things, just because they can all become the initiation of endless debates and even wars.

In other words, we are all innocent when born as human beings.

"Hey, newcomer, don't get distracted if you don't want to be beaten."

Just as I was still immersed in thinking about the extreme manic situation, Yang Liekuang, who was originally approaching me with big strides, suddenly spoke coldly, then spread his legs apart at lightning speed, and tiptoed his toes and kicked off the ground with his knees together, and pushed straight towards my jaw. A strong cold wind rushed towards me. Before I could lift my hands to a certain height to make a blocking posture, I felt a violent shaking and extremely heart-wrenching numbness coming from my jaw. My head became a little blurry, as if countless flies were hovering in my mind. I was also led by extremely strong inertia to retreat five or six steps. The center of gravity was extremely unstable, and I almost fell to the ground. I immediately understood what "unsurpassed speed" meant, and I also understood what the meaning of overwhelming crushing was.

If you have been extremely restrained with your comrades, the actual combat explosion should be faster and more ruthless, both in terms of speed and strength. You can knock down the opponent if you don’t have time to react, and you can even put the opponent in a death ground without any strength to fight back.

"I said don't get distracted, but don't listen if you want to ask for a beating."

Before the words were finished, I suddenly felt a cool breeze whizzing past my back. I followed closely by the feeling of incomparable pain coming from behind my calf. The leg that was hit was forced to kneel on the ground without any resistance, and my knee was hit so hard that it made me quickly predict the injury of "at least a piece of blue and purple".

But before I could react or think about his attack, I felt a strong and powerful hand snatching my neck from behind. Just as I wanted to snatch it backwards, the other party immediately picked up his feet and kicked me horizontally in the back, rolling out my whole body from the sky, rolling and drawing a beautiful human body arc, followed by my butt being smashed to the ground heavily. Now I finally had a new experience - using artistic words to describe it, called "two petals that hurt so much that they can't breathe", and using vulgar and easy-to-understand words to call it cracked.

I gritted my teeth and endured the pain and rolled back to stand up, but before I could stand firm, my eyes caught a shadow in the air that was so fast that I could not recognize. I was hitting the meteorite with the shadow approaching the 720-degree whirlwind legs. I didn't have time to react too much, and subconsciously used the "high kick and medium-height sweep kick" in the basic leg method in my memory to defend. It only took one second from the two combination legs to the completion of the movement.

But I don’t know if it was because I haven’t been in actual leg skills for a long time or because I was not as good as Yang Liekuang, when his whirlwind legs and my combined leg skills were pressed against each other, I shook my body back three or four steps back. I almost sat on the ground again, but he fell steadily, clenched his fists and laughed loudly. I struggled to wipe the sweat from the pain on my forehead, looked down and started trembling, and my legs that were already numb and unstable, and I endured the discomfort again to put on a fighting style.

"Do you still dare to look down on me? I haven't even taken out ten percent of my strength, so you can't hold on anymore. You're really weak."

The ending sound of Yang Liekuang's words was covered by a gust of wind. I realized something was wrong and wanted to extricate my legs again, but I found that there was no way to control my legs anymore, and I could no longer find the center of gravity to stand. I was shaking and about to fall back. Just as the windy fist was swinging towards my cheek again, a familiar figure suddenly pierced in front of me. The figure stretched out his right arm and blocked me with a punch. I also felt that my waist was tightly wrapped around me and the master of the big hand turned my body sideways to avoid being attacked by Yang Liekuang, who had been a little out of control.

"What are you pretending to be? If I can't beat me, I will use this clumsy trick to get sympathy? Then let me wake you up now!"

Yang Liekui shouted extremely irritably, reaching out to push the figure blocking me away and continuing to attack me, as if he had already determined that I was his target and a real enemy, and completely denied that I was indeed unexpected now - yes, I found that my legs had completely disappeared again, and that it was being held tightly by Sergeant An Jingfeng who rushed out from behind, so he did not fall down softly on the spot.

The one who blocked me just now was Ren Woxing, who usually likes to mock people. As a patient of 0:95 and the special sniper commander, he could clearly see the clues at a glance, and he also felt that my physical condition today was completely different from the past. In short, it was very wrong. When encountering an emergency, there would be a big mess. At that time, it was not just a physical problem, but a worrying life.

"It's really not like a joke. Please calm down."

Ren Woxing reached out and grabbed the fist he wanted to continue to hit, and tried his best to stop his aggressive behavior with his eyes and words. Just as Ren Woxing wanted to calm his emotions as much as possible, my lower body spasmed uncontrollably like an electric toothbrush was installed. Sergeant An Jingfeng behind him was also in pain and could not say anything.

Yang Liekuang, who had just fought with me angrily, was a little surprised and disbelief. His expression was very angry and ugly, like eating bitter gourd, he stood there at a loss, and did not continue to insult me ​​as weak and incompetent, and other words with contempt. Judging from his expression, he seemed to realize that I suddenly fell down not because I wanted to escape the assessment and pretended to be like this, but because my body had really collapsed, and my lower limbs had completely lost their perception again.

Intuition tells him that something really is going to happen.

Only the upper body sensed, I felt that the "remain body" was suspended in the air. This feeling similar to half a human was very difficult to express, and also made my whole body feel obviously unsupported and indescribably tired. A strong sense of sleepiness was caught in my mind like a wave, and my upper and lower eyelids closed unconsciously, and the things in my eyes gradually became blurred. The electronic glass ceiling in the sky and the special-engraved soldiers in front of me also became phantom-like bubbles, and then slowly became colorful lake water that could not be seen clearly. The special-engraved soldiers were vaguely echoing in my ears. The second doctor Ling Wuer and the company commander who came to comfort and let me hold on, but my only hearing became weaker in the end until it dissipated.

The world is pitch black.
Chapter completed!