Chapter 12 Talented Arkham

   "In the future, I will do such trivial things as changing clothes myself."

  Cen Qing is a normal adult, but she really can't accept someone helping her change clothes.

   "This is not allowed, I am your exclusive nurse, Xiao Qingqing must learn to rely on me."

  The nurse lady squatted down and looked at her.

   But in his eyes, he refused without hesitation.

   The corners of Cen Qing's mouth twitched slightly, why does it feel like everyone here is getting more and more abnormal.

   Still relying on her?

   Could it be that she thought she was a marionette in her hands?

   But right now she needs all the information about Jiang Ci here, so let's do what she wants first.

   "I see, Miss Nurse."

   Cen Qing tilted his head, pretending to be innocent.

   looked up and glanced at her blue nameplate—

  Nurse Song Youyou.

   I remember that the nameplate of the attending physician seemed to be red.

  Cen Qing frowned, feeling weird everywhere in this mental hospital.

   "Actually, Dean Cen can call me Yo Yo."

   Tidying up the folds of the hospital gown for her, Song Youyou was taken aback by Cen Qing's head tilt.

so cute!

  I really miss rua!

   "The dean should stop yelling in the future."

   Cen Qing helped the forehead.

   They let her temper like this, are they really not afraid of offending the real dean?

  Oh, after all, which normal person would argue with a mental patient?

   "Then what kind of role does Xiao Qingqing want to play next? Physician, nurse, or scientific researcher?"

  Song Youyou opened her round eyes, looking forward to Cen Qing's answer.

  Here...and scientific researchers.

  How can there be researchers in a mental hospital?

  Cen Qing lowered his eyes, hiding his deep thoughts.

   "I think the patient is fine, and you can still be taken care of by Yoyo. I like it very much."

  Sure enough, Song Youyou's words were very useful, and she was close to hugging her and holding her high.

  Ding Ding Ding—

  A crisp room bell rang, and it was time for lunch.

   "It's time for us to go out for dinner, Xiao Qingqing, please be good, and don't say hello to strangers you don't know."

  Song Youyou exhorted like a very competent parent.

  But behind this exhortation, there is more of an indescribable sense of control.

   "What about Jiang Ci? I want to be friends with him."

  The girl raised her timid eyes and looked at Song Youyou quietly, almost melting her heart.

   But for a patient like that, Xiao Qingqing should avoid dealing with him.

   "For friends..., doesn't Xiao Qingqing already have a friend?"

  Song Youyou wanted to divert her attention.

  The seriously ill teenager can't bring her Xiao Qingqing down.

   The two were walking in the corridor when they met a girl in a hospital gown.

   "Hey, isn't this Xiaoqing's new friend, why didn't he say hello?"

  Song Youyou patted Cen Qing on the shoulder, signaling her to be polite.

   Quickly glanced at the green nameplate on the girl's chest, Cen Qing's pupils shrank suddenly.

   Patient No. 2 Luzhiyao!

   Isn’t this the name of the heroine in the book?

  How could she be here?

"hello…"

  The heroine is big.

   Cen Qing forced a smile on his face, trying to show his kindness.

   "Not very good, thank you for your concern."

   Without even giving Cen Qing a look, Lu Zhiyao walked past her directly.

   No, are all heroines like this?

   Hey, she just learned the technique of grappling, can this be tolerated?

   "Hey, you have to be polite!"

  Even if you are a heroine, you have to be polite!

   Otherwise, what can I do if I teach bad children?

  Being stopped by the people behind him, Lu Zhiyao brushed his long black hair on his forehead, and said with deep eyes,

   "Do I... look like a person to you?"

  The moment she raised her arm, a portion of her wrist was exposed.

   Cen Qing saw that it was densely packed with injection needle holes of needle tubes.

  And her face was also very pale, her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if she had experienced a serious illness.

   "No, it's not a human, so could it be a ghost?"

   Cen Qing swallowed, but he still couldn't be cowardly.

  Anyway, she is also someone who has seen zombies in the last days. She is just a little girl, so don't panic.

   "Ghost, if it's a ghost, then it's really easy."

  Like self-deprecating, Lu Zhiyao smiled, but his eyes were still cold.

   Especially when looking at Cen Qing, there was even a hint of hatred.

   Cen Qing, who was stared at inexplicably, was stunned. She didn't seem to have offended the heroine, right?

   "Okay, it's time for lunch."

  As if to comfort her with the fact that she was hated, Song Youyou rubbed her head.

   "The friend Qingqing associates with doesn't seem to be very good. Sure enough, only I will never leave you."

   This sentence, Song Youyou seems to be saying it to Cen Qing, but also seems to be saying it to herself.

  In fact, compared to the gloomy Lu Zhiyao, the person Cen Qing wants to escape more is Song Youyou.

  Hearing her words, she had goosebumps, okay?

   Fortunately, the ward is not far from the canteen, and the dining places for patients and nurses are separate.

  Cen Qing could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

   Each meal of the patients in the mental hospital is different, and there are serial numbers corresponding to them on the plate.

  The No. 1 plate is gone, it is estimated that Jiang Ci has already eaten here.

   After Cen Qing found his dinner plate, he found that there was no patient No. 119 in this mental hospital.

  But maybe patient No. 119 came earlier than her, so she didn't notice it.

  In order to promote friendly and harmonious communication among patients, the dining place and personnel are not fixed.

   As long as the other person permits, you can sit opposite or next to this person at will.

   "I am the **** of the universe, and Zeus will prostrate at my feet..."

  Patient No. 78 held a spoon in his hand, stood on a stool, and raised his chin proudly.

  As if the spoon was his scepter.

   "You fart, I am Zeus, when did I kneel at your feet?"

  Patient No. 81 on the opposite side expressed dissatisfaction, and kindly poured the soup in the bowl on his head.

   After pouring, he said with pity,

   "Poor lamb, may the holy water wash away your sins, Amen."

  Patient No. 78 licked the soup that fell from his hair to his mouth, pretending to be deep and said,

   "It was actually seen through by you, well, I have a showdown—"

   "I am the sole heir of the Alpha galaxy, and I am here to bring you back to Planet Chakar."

  Patient No. 21, who was sitting at the same dining table and eating silently, suddenly tapped his bowl with a spoon.

   "What is the sole heir of the Alpha galaxy? I am Qin Shihuang, am I proud?"

   "Let me tell you, I'm a descendant of Yan Huang, and I'm from the planet Zeus. I'll blow your ashes away!"

  Cen Qing: …

  Psychopath Joy Duoao.

  (end of this chapter)