When the machine started and carried Zhao Fan into the CT machine, Zhao Fan suddenly remembered that he was a system-equipped person. How could the old man's silver needles even poke him?

"Forget it, just treat it as respecting the elderly and loving the young, let him go!"

Zhao Fan muttered and simply closed his eyes.

"It's really strange. There is no blood accumulation in the skull and the intracranial pressure is normal. How can patients have this symptoms?"

"We should pay special attention to the patient's behavior during this period. He is likely to have schizophrenia. After his trauma has recovered for a period of time, he will be sent to a professional hospital for examination."

"Your family members should care more about him and pay attention to guidance. If it is really schizophrenia, they should find ways to control the patient's emotions and not aggravate the condition!"

After a brain CT scan, no abnormalities were seen even when the blood was checked. After a group of doctors who consulted, they unified their opinions.

They suspected that Zhao Fan's "disease" was the most difficult to diagnose schizophrenia.

This group of people were studying, and Zhao Fan was also thinking.

He even wants to write a paper now, and the title of the paper is "How to prove that I am not a psychopath".

However, this matter is really difficult to prove. Schizophrenia is not easy to diagnose, but once it is confirmed, it will take a long process to prove that it has been cured.

He was very busy in the operating room just now, and a group of doctors described it all over the place. Now they said it was very likely, but they had basically confirmed it according to their expressions.

Then how else did he prove it?

It is definitely not enough to memorize Pi. I just memorized it to forty-seven decimal places. Not only did I fail to prove that I was not sick, but my master doubted his medical skills.

"It's a big deal. If you recover your strength, run away quickly! If you are researched by these miraculous doctors, you might really get me crazy!"

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Fan slapped his head and found that this method was the simplest and most direct.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep now. If you still need to study, stay away from me. Let me state that I don't feel like I'm going to be unconscious at all, I'm just tired!"

Zhao Fan patted the railing of the hospital bed and shouted at the people beside him in anger. He didn't care about their reaction and fell asleep.

After a hard battle, he was injured again and had so much blood. He was really tired and started snoring in less than a minute.

When he woke up, it was already dawn. Zhao Fan didn't know what time it was now. He touched his pocket habitually and found that he was wearing a blue and white striped hospital uniform, and he didn't know where his mobile phone went.

I looked up at the single ward. The morning sun shone brightly on the elegantly arranged ward, but there was no one in the ward.

The exploration technique had to be used more often, so he opened the skill and looked towards the corridor outside the ward.

"You still have some conscience!"

Zhao Fan saw Mu Qingya and the old man who were guarding the door, as well as four black suit bodyguards.

The old man was already asleep leaning against the sofa at the door. A man with a strong short-haired man in four black suits was talking to Mu Qingya with a serious expression.

Mu Qingya's face looked particularly pale. At this time, Zhao Fan noticed that her smooth calves and arms were tied with a pair of bandages the size of a palm. Although he tried his best to protect her, she was still injured in that chaos.

"Mr. Mu, although we really want to complete this order, the brothers are all from families and families, and they all look forward to it. Money is indeed very important to them, but if they die, no amount of money will make no sense. Nine of them have died in just over ten days, and we are really powerless. I hope you can understand."

Zhao Fan could not hear the voice of the short-haired black suit in the leader, but through his lips, he still understood what this person said.

"sorry!"

Mu Qingya's expression was sad, and she bowed to the man with a serious expression.

"After doing our job, I actually know what we are facing. We should apologize for us, but failed to fulfill our promises and protect your safety. Another thing you need to understand is that we may not refund the fees you paid in the early stage. The nine dead brothers are no longer here. I will arrange their families for them, at least to make them have no worries about food and clothing in the future!"

The short-haired black suit also bowed to Mu Qingya with a strong face with a grief that he endured.

"You don't need to say this. The early expenses are the rewards you deserve. I will give you the amount of pensions that have died. They died for me, and I cannot let you take this responsibility."

Mu Qingya raised her hand and waved her hand excitedly, perhaps touching the wound, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, then turned her head to look at the other end of the corridor.

Zhao Fan had long noticed that several people were walking from the other end of the corridor. There were four in this group, two of whom were wearing blue and white hospital gowns, with thick plaster on their feet, and limped when they walked, while the remaining two men wearing short-sleeved T-shirts each held one.

Their eyes were looking at the windows at the end of the corridor, and everything looked normal.

Usually, patients who are bored in the ward will come to this window to get some breathing, smoke a cigarette, etc.

But in Zhao Fan's eyes, these people are very abnormal.

The two people who were wearing cast on their legs looked limping, but their energy was so good that they didn't look like injured people. Not only could they not see any pain, but their eyes flashed with their brilliance, which seemed to be more energetic than normal people.

The most important thing is that none of them looked at Mu Qingya much.

These are four young men. Although Zhao Fan does not have much affection for Mu Qingya, he has to admit that she is a woman who is so beautiful that it is impossible to ignore.

At this moment, she was wearing a pair of short silk home clothes in apricot color, which looked a little loose. However, under the bright light from the window, her figure was faintly visible, which added a bit of imagination and charm. She was injured and tired, and she also felt a bit of weakness that I felt pity for.

As long as you are a normal man, you will never stop at her.

These four men walked towards her, and it was definitely impossible for them to not see her. However, their eyes did not stop at her, but looked at the direction of the window calmly. It seemed that the small window was more attractive to them than Mu Qingya, the beauty.

There are only two possibilities in this situation, either they have physical problems and are not interested in women. Or they are deliberately covering up something.

There is nothing strange about a person's physical problems or orientation problems. And four people have problems at the same time? Even if this is a hospital, but this is a surgical ward, how can four patients in this aspect appear at the same time?

Then there is only one possibility left!

When Zhao Fan saw the old man sleeping soundly on the chair at the door, he curled his lips, and gently pushed his hand and bounced off the bed, and quietly arrived at the door of the ward like a raccoon.

"Brother Su, what time is it now? The doctor is going to check the rounds later?"

The person who spoke was a man with a cast on his feet, and the remaining three people heard his words, seemed to raise their hands at the same time and looked at the watch on their wrist.

"not good!"

When Zhao Fan, who was leaning against the door of the ward, saw a few fine needles that were almost impossible to see with their naked eyes when they raised their wrists, and suddenly shot out from their watches. His face changed, and a soft cry came out of his mouth. His body suddenly exerted force. The wooden door in front of him shattered with a loud bang, and he rushed out of the ward like a wild beast out of the cage.

The three people were very close to Mu Qingya and the others. In just one second, they shot two flying needles from their watches. The four black suits felt a little numb on their necks as if they were bitten by a mosquito. They felt something was wrong, and they felt dizzy and fell to the ground one after another.

The old man, who looked sweet to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes as the thin needles approached. He waved his hands casually, and a few thin needles fell on his hands. A pair of golden eyes suddenly fell on these people, like two thunder.

At this moment, Zhao Fan had already rushed out. The two "patients" stomped their feet on the ground with their plasters, and the plaster on their legs had broken. At this time, they had already rolled around on the ground. When they raised their hands, they were already holding a silver metal object in their hands.

This small silver metal object is only the size of a card, and looks more like a metal lighter, with two small muzzles on it.

"Spy gun? It's quite a lot of money!"

Zhao Fan recognized this spy assassination pistol that could only fire two bullets at a glance, curled his lips and sneered, and jumped into the air like a cheetah, who had already aimed at him.

"Leave a living!"

The old man's cold voice came from behind, and Zhao Fan suddenly paused, and suddenly fell from the air like a kite without wind power.

"Puff!"

Two bullets whizzed past his scalp. Zhao Fan landed on the ground with both hands and feet at the same time. As soon as he touched the ground, his limbs suddenly increased their strength. The next moment, he had already arrived in front of these people.

The corridor was narrow and there was not much room for maneuver. These people had four spy guns and eight bullets in their hands. They shot out four of them in an instant, but none of them hit. When Zhao Fan got closer, they had no chance again.

He almost barbaricly hit the closest one aside, raised his hand and slapped one to the ground. The remaining two took a step back, and Zhao Fan, who jumped up again, kicked them in the chest one by one.

The crackling sound of bone cracks was particularly clear in the corridor in the early morning. Although Zhao Fan took action four times, the four of them landed at the same time. The violent impact made the doors and windows around him clatter.

These people were extremely fierce. Although blood was spilled out of the corners of their mouths, they didn't say a word.

After they landed, they jumped up at an extremely fast speed, their bodies curled up in the air, and reached out to pull out a cold dagger from their trousers, and raised their hand to smash it towards Zhao Fan.

These are professional killers. If they fail to hit a single blow, they will no longer fight. After throwing the dagger out, they will not even look at the result, and their bodies will start to retreat backwards.

But Zhao Fan was too familiar with this routine. He grabbed the two hands in the air, and the four daggers that flew into him fell on his hands. He didn't even aim deliberately, and threw them out again without swaying his hand.

All four daggers fell to the ground without any accident. All four people were at the knee bent position of the fast retreating four people. The dagger about ten centimeters was completely infiltrated, and the four people fell to the ground without any accident.

This time, Zhao Fan did not give them a chance to struggle. He took two steps behind him and was already behind them.
Chapter completed!