Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

In fact, most of their grievances are because they are doing the right thing but being rejected by others.They are pitiful and pathetic.Like rotten wood.But no matter what, no one asked me to bear these, and I would not force myself to bear them.

Yuan Fan's facial muscles visibly twitched a few times.There is a storm brewing in the gray eyes.His eyes were like a piece of originally smooth satin being tightly twisted together by someone, and then opened painfully.But it looks like an old rag, lifeless.Yuan Fan turned his back and took a heavy breath as if trying to suppress something desperately.Then he faltered.

"I don't understand, Doctor Mo. I'm much better now, and basically I won't get sick anymore, but Doctor Mo, I heard that the reason why mental patients are locked up is because they do things that endanger others and society, but I didn't. So, they were just afraid. For their own peace of mind, they sent me here regardless, but I was tied up here." His tone changed from sadness to sarcasm.But I can just hear calmness from his fierce tone, he doesn't care at all, so why did he say these words?It's like doing everything possible to perform a vivid living person.

In fact, I regretted hurting him with malicious words just now, and I was afraid that his condition would be further stimulated, thinking that he would pounce on me angrily and bite me to death wholeheartedly.Unexpectedly, he held back.But maybe he was still stimulated, and suddenly he was in a bad state, smiling ghostly, grinning with white teeth, like the three-headed vicious dog in hell, I almost wondered if he was the next second You can't control your saliva.Thinking about it carefully, if such a handsome guy is really like this, I will do my best to treat him seriously.

Yuan Fan's standing posture also changed from a sad one, elegant and calm, as if this world has become his world again.In the world of the dead, every move he makes is the arrogance of a superior.He is his own master, his own king, and his own master!

Inexplicably, I felt that it was normal for him to be like this, or that he would be cured of his illness at all.Except for the two months when I first came here, I was talking nonsense, and I even cried without saying a word.Maybe he was a neurotic person in the first place, it’s not a disease, but a character. When he remembered that he stopped talking meaningless words, he asked to be discharged from the hospital. He was obviously a normal person. His family members kept shaking their heads, thinking that he was still He should be living in the hospital, until now two years have passed, and he has become more ruthless, with a ghostly look all over his body.In his own words, here, he can only become Shura, so that others will have enough fear and surrender to him.

I have always refused to put a corset on him, let him vent, and I don't care which psychosis he tosses into a serious illness.Originally, people have two sides, or I have always believed that the heart is evil. I don't care about other people's patients. If their illnesses get worse, Yuan Fan's illnesses will get better quickly, isn't it very good.I am not a good person either.So people in this world are sinister, and doctors are the first to bear the brunt.Their despicable faces are hidden under their snow-white robes.Whoever returns home is not a gentle gentleman, a handsome young man.We are all well dressed.