The doctor heard the cry of the thing and suddenly writhed and struggled uncomfortably on the bed, crying loudly.

"Let go of me, you bastards. What do you want to do when you tie me up? Untie those **** belts, I want to get up, I want to commit suicide, let me die. My miserable life should be over. Now, I just want to die and leave this world. I have been tortured by my wife and that little bastard. This unbearable day should be over. I just want to be free, and death is the only way to be free."

The nurses frowned, "Well, he listened to what you said the doctor just now. He really wants to commit suicide now."

Master Azan sneered, "Doctor, do you really want to commit suicide? If you do commit suicide, I will look at you high."

The doctor cried, "Yes, I really want to die, I don’t want to live anymore. Now, what I fear most is going home. For me, home is a hell. Now that home is not my home. The home has been completely occupied by the gangsters. To be honest, I am afraid of seeing my wife and gangsters torment me viciously, and even more afraid to see the tears of mother and child. Such an unbearable life, only death can finally be relieved. So, please, Let me go and let me commit suicide."

Master Azan said, "Then you will die. Only a coward will be tortured by life to the point of suicide. Do you think you are a hopeless coward?"

The doctor nodded, "Yes, I am a coward. Now I am not only tortured by my own wife and adulterer, but also looked down upon by my neighbors. Every time I walk into the community, I dare not look up and walk, and I have no face to say hello. , And every time I just walked away, I heard a lot of people talking about me behind my back, poking my spine. You say, what kind of energy do I have to live like this? I am a big man, and I live such a humiliating life every day. Suffering from the blind eyes and spitting stars of my neighbors, I really don’t have the courage to survive."

Mage Azan nodded, "Well, for a weak and incompetent fellow like you, let's just die. I don't have to live anymore."

The nurses persuaded, "Don't irritate the doctor, he is already very pitiful."

Master Azan walked to the bed with a strange smile on his face.

"Doctor, are you really planning to commit suicide?"

The doctor nodded, "Really, I don't want to live anymore."

Master Azan said, "Doctor, there are old mothers and children in your family. If you die, how will they live in the future?"

The doctor cried, "There is no way, because I really can't live anymore. My mother and children, after I die, my savings should be enough for the children to live until they graduate from college. I still have a house, children and Mother’s life shouldn’t be a problem. I really decided to commit suicide. Please let me go.”

Master Azan nodded, "Okay, then I will fulfill you." After speaking, he immediately untied the doctor's belt and took off his clothes.

The nurses looked at Master Azan’s strange behavior, and they were all dumbfounded, "This gentleman, what are you doing? You know that the doctor is in a mental condition, so you let him go? The doctor said he wanted to commit suicide. Why are you letting go of him?"

Master Azan hissed and motioned them not to speak.

"Well, I have let you go, you can kill yourself now."

The doctor sat up straight from the bed like a puppet, and sat on the edge of the bed blankly.

After a while, the doctor suddenly let out a nervous laugh.

"Great, I am free. I want to commit suicide! I want to kill myself now! I can finally say goodbye to this tormenting world."

The doctor looked around the entire operating room and seemed to be looking for a handy tool.

"I think you might need this."

Master Azan picked up a scalpel from the console and handed it to the doctor.

"In fact, suicide is an easy thing. For example, if you use this scalpel to cut your own arteries, I promise you will die from excessive blood loss within three minutes. Come on, just follow this cut. Go down."

After finishing speaking, Master Azan grabbed the doctor's hand with the scalpel and helped him press the knife against the artery.

"Come on, right here, you only need to apply a little force, the arteries will be cut off, this scalpel is very sharp, I believe you will not be very painful. As long as you press it hard, you only need to endure the pain for a few minutes. It’s completely liberated. Think about it, you only need to endure a few minutes of pain in exchange for eternal liberation. It’s worth it.”

The nurses were scared and screamed in unison, "Are you a lunatic? You know that the doctor wants to commit suicide, but you deliberately gave him the scalpel? Are you deliberately planning to kill him?"

Master Azan seemed to have not heard the nurses' words, and still sternly said, "Doctor, let's cut it! What are you waiting for? Come on, cut it hard, and it's completely free."

The nurses ran over together, planning to take the scalpel out of the doctor's hand. At this time, Master Azan picked up another scalpel from the operating table. He held the scalpel, pointed at the nurses, and said sharply. , "You are not allowed to come over, whoever dares to take one step closer, I will stab someone to death immediately, I will do what I say."

The nurses were frightened, and no one dared to step forward, so they stood aside and persuaded in unison, "Doctor, don't listen to him. You have to take care of the children and the old mother. You can't just die like this. Yeah."

The doctor put the scalpel on his own artery, sweating profusely with nervousness. The cry of the nurses awakened him instantly, and his hands began to tremble.

Master Azan said, "Doctor, you're scared, didn't you say you're going to commit suicide? Come on, cut it off hard, what are you afraid of? It's really very simple, just like you do every time you operate on a patient. , After a little effort, you hear a puff, your skin will be cut, and then blood will come out. Oh? No, the artery is severed, and the blood should be sprayed directly. Because of Jin The arteries have the greatest pressure. Then at most a few minutes before you hang up."

At this time, I heard a cry, and the scalpel in the doctor's hand fell to the ground.

Master Azan bent over and picked up the scalpel, carefully wiped off the dust on it, and handed it to the doctor again, "Come on, I will wipe the knife for you. Please continue."

But the doctor looked at the scalpel, as if seeing a poisonous snake, backed hard.

"Don't give me the scalpel."

Mage Azan showed a mocking smile on his face.

"Oh? I see. You keep screaming to commit suicide. In fact, you don't dare to commit suicide at all. You have no courage, right? You are a coward, a coward who doesn't even have the courage to commit suicide, am I right?"