Chapter 1 The Suicidal God
In Building 3 of the Seventh Hospital, after breakfast, the doctors and nurses on night shift had settled the patients. After handing over their work to the doctors and nurses who came in the morning, they left one by one, yawning. Zhang Dadao frowned, his eyebrows were deliberately drooped into a splayed shape, his messy long hair covered his forehead, and his untidy bangs, which looked like they had been gnawed by a dog, covered his eyes a little. Dark circles and eye bags set off his dead eyes, which looked so listless.
"Hey, little fairy, what's wrong with you? Did you have a secret meeting with that female ghost last night?" A doctor who had just come to work buttoned up his white coat and winked at Zhang Dadao. This doctor was assigned not long ago and had just finished his internship. He was a neurology student at a second-rate medical school. His name was Su Jinjin. He sounded like a soft girl, but in fact he was a handsome man with six-pack abs and shaking chest muscles.
It is said that because of the tight employment situation and the fact that this guy had no connections at home, he took the psychiatrist qualification exam and joined the five-year residency training program of the Seventh Hospital. He officially became a practitioner in a high-risk industry. Perhaps because he had just arrived and changed his career halfway, Dr. Su was quite different from other interns and was very curious about the big and small strange people and things in the hospital. Zhang Dadao, the treasure of the hospital, was naturally one of the objects of his curiosity.
Zhang Dadao rolled his eyes and looked at Doctor Su with some contempt. He straightened his body which was originally leaning against the wall and slid to the bench beside him and sat down. "Female ghost, you bastard! There is a straight road in front of the door and a mountain behind the door. With this feng shui, you can't even attract peach blossoms, let alone female ghosts! Look at our doctors and nurses. How many of them have partners?"
Zhang Dadao pointed to a passing attending physician, who was Su Jinjin's immediate superior, in his forties! Widowed!
It seemed that in an instant, the credibility of his words rose to a new level! Su Jinjin was also stunned, and looked around for a while, and asked in a somewhat listless voice: "Then what's the matter with your unlucky face?"
This guy seemed a little hesitant and spoke hesitantly. Su Jinjin was from the countryside. Although he had a good education, he was skeptical about those supernatural things.
Zhang Dadao rolled his eyes again and said, "The god who came before didn't take his medicine yesterday and wanted to commit suicide in the middle of the night. He didn't know that the window here can only be opened a crack, so he bumped into it and bounced back, stepping on the actor. My goodness, the guy howled so loudly that he almost screamed away my wandering soul!"
Su Jinjin was also stunned. She had originally wanted to ask about the hospital's feng shui and the problem of being unlucky in relationships, but she completely forgot about it. She quickly asked, "God? That delusional guy? Didn't he go to the intensive care unit? Wasn't he restrained?"
Zhang Dadao raised his eyebrows, looked up at the ceiling, as if looking at something, and his voice became more and more ethereal and slow: "Who knows, anyway, he was picked up by his family this morning. I saw a bloodstain from his life palace going straight into his hairline. It seems that he will not live long!"
Su Jinjin shuddered at Zhang Dadao's strange tone, and suddenly a hand pressed on his shoulder. Su Jinjin trembled violently and screamed: "Ah!" Then the widowed attending physician came out from behind, stared at Zhang Dadao, and saw that he didn't react at all. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed, pulled Su Jinjin and pointed out: "You believe what the patient said, don't you know what Zhang Dadao's condition is? Yesterday, he just had a wound on his forehead. His condition is very serious. It's normal for the family members to have an accident when they take him back."
The voice gradually faded away, Su Jinjin nodded repeatedly, and was pulled away by the attending doctor. Zhang Dadao sighed, looked up at the ceiling in a daze. The patients and doctors who came and went occasionally greeted him, but this guy didn't respond at all and just stared at the ceiling. Judging from Zhang Dadao's expression, it seemed that he was going to be in a daze until lunch time. At some point, a gray-haired old man in a Zhongshan suit sat next to Zhang Dadao. Judging from the old man's appearance, he was either a retired cadre or a university professor, and his temperament was quite extraordinary.
The old man looked at Zhang Dadao for a while and said, "What's going on? I heard that you fooled the new doctor Su again?"
Zhang Dadao's eyes were still fixed on the ceiling, as if there was some secret hidden in that whiteness. In the mental hospital, his hospital gown and his behavior made it clear that he was a mental patient. Many family members of patients who came and went avoided him when they saw him.
As soon as the old man asked, Zhang Dadao, although his posture did not change, spoke up: "From the looks of that guy, it seems that he won't be here for long! In our place, doctors who are too curious have all ended up badly."
The old man nodded, but said, "I think what Doctor Chen said makes some sense. The guy who committed suicide yesterday was too ill. I guess he will commit suicide this time. His family blamed the hospital for not keeping an eye on him, and they didn't think about who disagreed with him going to the intensive care unit. I'm afraid those people in his family can't keep an eye on him even more!"
Zhang Dadao seemed to come back to his senses suddenly. He turned to look at the old man and asked, "Old Han? Is the doctor who took Su Jinjin away surnamed Chen?"
Zhang Dadao suddenly asked a question, and his introduction seemed a little strange. The old man really adapted very well and connected seamlessly: "Yes! His name is Chen Dong, a graduate student of Zhejiang Medical University, right? He is from the psychological counseling department and was transferred here a while ago. Didn't the original doctor Liu resign? He was the first one to find when God was admitted to the hospital. He was scolded by the family members this morning."
Zhang Dadao nodded, pinched his fingers randomly for a while, and suddenly raised the pitch by two notes: "That's right! If God dies, then he dies!"
A cleaning lady who was passing by was originally slinking along the other side of the wall. After hearing Zhang Dadao's howl, she immediately shivered and sat on the ground. Zhang Dadao's expression did not change at all. He glanced at Old Man Han and nodded, then stood up and walked slowly towards the ward listlessly. The cleaning lady looked at the empty bench strangely, patted her chest and cursed in the local dialect: "Psycho!" Then she picked up the tools that fell on the ground and hurried away!
In the Seventh Hospital, there are at least eight people who claim to be God, Buddha, or Living Buddha. To be frank, they are no different from Zhang Dadao, who claims to be the reincarnation of the Heavenly Master. Most of them are defined as delusional. Take some medicine, fool around more, and they will generally get better. The guy who committed suicide yesterday also claimed to be God, but his condition is really serious. It's better for him to be locked up in the hospital at this time. If he is put in the intensive care unit and closely monitored, at least nothing will happen.
Zhang Dadao walked into the activity room and stared . When Zhang Dadao was about to give this guy some advice and tell him how to pass the exam, a sweaty head suddenly appeared in the activity room and looked around. Su Jinjin suddenly rushed in and pulled Zhang Dadao to the door:
"Do you know? The family of the patient who was discharged from the hospital that morning came to make trouble. They hadn't even walked a few blocks away! The patient took the opportunity to shake them off and rushed onto the road, where he was directly run over by a bus! The one who insisted on taking him back was his wife, and she fainted on the spot?"
Zhang Dadao nodded, seemingly not surprised at all, and said, "He's the next one! He's the next one!"
