Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Yan Feng listened to Gungun's reminder.

But I didn't take it to heart at all.

The reason is very simple.

No matter how troublesome his opponents were, they were just a group of ordinary humans.

He is not human.

Besides, he was fed up with everyone in the sanatorium.

If those people insist on confronting him head-on, he doesn't mind doing something out of the ordinary.

That's just helping society clean up the garbage.

It's obviously a good thing.

Is there any need to hide it?

Telling himself this in his heart, Yan Feng raised his leg and stepped into the small world without hesitation.

next second.

A familiar feeling of dizziness came over me.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar room.

It's night now.

But for Wei Yuzhe in the nursing home, this was the time he was awake from his nightmare for less than an hour.

As long as he doesn't struggle too much and doesn't make too much noise, the doctors and nurses on night shift shouldn't notice that he is awake.

So it doesn't matter.

At least until they meet tomorrow morning, Wei Yuzhe should be safe and he doesn't need to worry too much.

That night, Yan Feng stared at the ceiling. This little bird that could eat and sleep well suffered from insomnia, which was a rare occasion.

When it was dawn the next day, Yan Feng got up as quickly as possible, washed himself thoroughly, and changed into a set of clothes that he thought were more beautiful.

Even combed my hair again.

This so-called "first day at work" was organized by him to be even more grand than a blind date.

When he arrived at the sanatorium according to the direction given by the red panda, the doctor who led him did not give him much instructions.

I just told him not to say anything he shouldn't say in the nursing home and not to ask questions that he shouldn't ask.

It would be best to directly play a role like a blind, deaf, and mute person.

I can't see anything and I can't hear anything.

Of course, we cannot tell anyone what happened in the sanatorium.

"These are not industry rules, and they certainly won't be told to you in writing. But since you've passed the interview, you should know what kind of place this is."

The doctor who was accompanying Yan Feng said expressionlessly: "The things hidden in here are things that ordinary people like us will never be able to touch in our lifetime. If you don't want your family and your life to be affected, I have a suggestion for you. Just think of yourself as a veterinarian and just obey the arrangements from now on."

To put it more bluntly.

Just don't treat the patients in their nursing homes as human beings.

Because you treat the other person as a fellow human being, you may develop inappropriate sympathy.

The birth of this emotion is often a fatal beginning for their profession.

Yan Feng maintained the demeanor of a young apprentice who had just entered the business. He nodded and bowed in response to all of his leader's explanations, indicating that he had remembered it all.

But those beautiful blue eyes were rolling around.

After the senior doctor finished his explanation, Yan Feng licked his lips and asked eagerly, "Then... my job today is to arrange injections for the patients in each ward according to the form you gave me, right?"

The doctor nodded slowly.

Although the drugs are usually injected by nurses, as doctors, they also have to watch from the side.

Not for the safety of the patient.

I am afraid that the patient is really safe.

So the amount of medicine has to be decided by them.

Even if they were not the ones who injected the murderous stuff, they still had to bear most of the guilt for watching and giving instructions.

Fortunately, the new guy looks like a fool.

So if you throw the problem directly to him and let him bear the guilt on your behalf, it will probably take a long time for him to realize that what he is doing is killing people.

That's good.

The older doctor thought so.

He took another look at the data he had just handed to Yan Feng.

After thinking for a while, he pointed his finger at Ward 4 and said, "The patient in this room is quite special. I'll go check him out with you later. He probably doesn't need any injections today."

Yan Feng continued to play his innocent and naive role, and asked cheerfully and straightforwardly: "Is he fully recovered?"

No.

He should be dead.

The doctor answered in his heart.

Their records for each patient only contain the patient's room number, not the specific name.

Because they don't need to know the patient's name.

Or in other words, for their work, just like what the doctor told Yan Feng, the less they know, the safer it is for them.

He didn't want to know what those people were called.

But just because he doesn't know doesn't mean Yan Feng doesn't know either.

Of course he knew that the person living in Ward No. 4 was Wei Yuzhe.

He also knew what the doctor was thinking, that the sooner Wei Yuzhe died, the better.

Don't give them any new trouble.

But it backfired.

When Yan Feng followed the doctor to the ward for examination, they found that Wei Yuzhe was not only still alive and well, but he even opened his eyes that were supposed to be closed. When the ward door was opened, he had already looked over there.

When his eyes met Yan Feng, Wei Yuzhe's pupils shrank noticeably.

But it soon returned to its original state.

He just glanced quietly and then looked away.

It seemed that in his eyes, those doctors and nurses were like air and had little value in existence.

So there is no need to waste your energy watching it.

that's it.