Everyone looked at the doctor who was tied to the bed and they were relieved.

The nurses said, "It's all right now, the doctor finally stopped."

Master Azan said, "You just don't listen to me. If you are willing to listen to me, tie him up early, so that he won't be tossed for so long."

The nurses frowned, "Who knew that doctors could toss so much?"

Master Azan, "Don't blame the doctor. I believe that any man who marries a woman like his wife can endure him without committing suicide. It is a miracle."

The nurses nodded, "Yes, the doctor is really too hard."

Master Azan said, "It’s not suffering, it’s suffocation. A big man married an ugly wife. He expected this ugly woman to take care of the family and take good care of her family. However, the ugly woman still cheated on him and gave him a green hat. Bringing the adulterer home and riding on his head to pretend to be a blessing can only say that the doctor is unlucky and didn't keep his eyes open before marrying her.

At this time, the doctor was tied to the bed and couldn't move. In order to vent his anger, he scolded the nurses one by one. They probably had the same meaning. They all scolded him for having no conscience.

But cursing and cursing, the doctor suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on those gadgets again, and a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The nurses looked at him and laughed, and they were all hairy.

"Oh my god, this doctor is fine, why is he smiling again?"

Master Azan looked at the doctor coldly, and said sternly, "Don't pay attention to him, anyway, he is now tied up, he can't move, can't make trouble, just ignore him. Just let him laugh."

The doctor suddenly let out a grinning laugh, muttering something in his mouth. Because his voice was so low, everyone couldn't hear what he was saying. But his mouth was squirming non-stop for a moment, and it looked very strange, scared the nurses to scream in unison.

Master Azan frowned, "What is this doctor talking about?"

The nurse shook her head, "I didn't hear clearly."

The older nurse leaned over and asked, "Doctor, what are you talking about?"

The doctor is still whispering, but his voice is still vague.

Everyone is even more hairy now.

The nurses turned pale with fright, "God, this doctor is not chanting any spells?"

Mage Azan laughed, "Reciting a spell? In my opinion, it shouldn't? The doctor doesn't understand spells at all. What's the use of chanting spells?"

The older nurse shuddered, "But his mouth keeps moving and there is a strange smile on his face, which makes people shudder."

Master Azan smiled, "Your women are courageous, I'll ask him." So he walked to the bed and said sharply, "Hey, doctor, you keep thinking about it, what are you talking about?"

The doctor still whispered, his voice was still small and unintelligible, and there was still a mysterious smile on his face.

"Hey, you poor fellow, are you driving crazy by your wife and that bastard? Don't worry about the tatters in your house, your wife is already determined and will torment with the bastard. You, it's useless to think about it."

The doctor is still the same, as if the Azan mage standing in front of him and glaring at him was a cloud of air.

The nurses sighed, "The doctor is so pitiful. It turns out that the greatest misfortune of a person is not the failure of his career, but the torture from the discordant family."

Master Azan said, "The doctor's family can evolve to this point, and it is also related to his own cowardly personality. It is because of his blind tolerance and concession that the gangster and his **** wife increasingly regard him as inappropriate. , The peak tortured him. So, character determines fate. If the doctor had been determined to those two **** from the beginning, it would not be the way it is now."

The nurses frowned, "Just a woman like his wife, even if the doctor is firm from the beginning, what can we do? After all, the woman provokes a gangster. Most of those gangsters are illiterate, idle, and can't do anything. What? The doctor is a quiet intellectual, where is the opponent of the punk?"

The doctor ignored everyone's comments on him, his face turned to one side, his eyes fixed on the dancing gadgets. It's as if no one exists.

Master Azan's patience was exhausted. He simply grabbed the doctor's face and forced his face to face himself. But although the doctor's face couldn't move, his eyes were still staring in the direction of those gadgets. The most incredible thing was that there was still a weird smile on his mouth.

Master Azan yelled, "Hey, doctor, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

The doctor was indifferent, did not speak, still kept a strange smile.

At this moment, the doctor's mouth was still squirming, and he was still speaking in a vaguely whispered voice.

Master Azan put his ear to his mouth and finally heard what he was talking about.

"Stop, stop again."

Master Azan was shocked, "Doctor, what are you talking about stopped and stopped again."

The doctor smiled, "I'm talking about the kids, they stopped dancing again. They all stood where they were. You know, how cute are those kids who stopped at the same place and looked at me with a smile? Her face was fresh and tender like a blossoming little flower. Seeing those children, I felt that I was instantly back to the innocent and tender baby days. At that time, the only thing I needed was to eat enough, and I had nothing to eat and sleep. I don’t want to, now I am exhausted physically and mentally. I really want to go back to my babyhood and lead a carefree life."

Master Azan sneered, "Doctor, as soon as you are a dozen-year-old adult who is hit by life, you immediately give birth to the idea of ​​going back to your infancy. You must know that a person's life is inherently troublesome. You Since you are so afraid of being hurt, you can just return to your mother’s womb. It’s safer to hide in your mother’s belly. You are indeed very unfortunate now, but I still hope you cheer up and live hard, just be It’s for your mother and children, and you shouldn’t give birth to this cowardly idea.”

The doctor didn't respond to Master Azan's scolding, he still stared at the gadgets, and continued to mutter.

"Stopped, stopped again. I like the way they stop, because as soon as they stop, I can appreciate the beauty of the tenderness of those little babies more carefully. It is a fresh beauty."

Master Azan said angrily, "Shut up, you don't want to go on. You don't want to stare at the pile of meat anymore. There is only a pool of broken corpses of little monsters, and there are no cute children at all, do you understand? "