The Guy Who is Going To Wear This Girl is Poisonous

doctor's office.

A few minutes ago, Liu Huanjiao offered to chat with Lao Wang alone. Lao Wang diagnosed that Liu Huanjiao is currently normal, so she agreed to her request.

The two now sat down face to face.

There was a caregiver guarding the door, as long as there was something wrong inside, he would rush in immediately.

Liu Huanjiao played with the pen drawn from the pen holder, moving her white and slender fingers flexibly, completely controlling the pen in her hand.

Quiet and gentle.

The sunlight coming in from the oblique side fell on her hair, shining brightly.

If it wasn't for the other party who was still wearing a light blue striped medical gown, Dr. Wang would almost think she was just an ordinary but beautiful girl.

Playing with a pen looks like a pure class flower sitting by the window in high school.

Doctor Wang watched her play with pens for a few minutes before asking, "Miss Liu, I didn't expect you to play with pens so well."

"Snapped!"

Liu Huanjiao slapped the pen on the table, raised her eyebrows, her lips curled, as if she had turned from an angel to a devil, "I am actually quite good at killing people."

When Dr. Wang's face changed, Liu Huanjiao grinned twice, "Pharaoh, I'm just kidding, don't be nervous."

"..."

Doctor Wang seemed speechless for a while, and then continued to ask: "Miss Liu, you haven't said what you want to say to me?"

Liu Huanjiao leaned on the chair with a relaxed expression, and asked, "How is my condition? How long will it take to be discharged from the hospital?"

Dr. Wang was taken aback. He had been in the doctor for so long. He had seen all kinds of patients. He thought he belonged to shiitake mushrooms. He thought he was from another world in the mirror. He likes to take off his clothes and run naked... He admits to himself. I haven't seen it too few.

But I've never seen him, so calm, it doesn't even seem to be talking about myself. I talk to him about my illness and when I can be discharged from the hospital.

Like a normal person.

Dr. Wang opened the drawer and asked what he was looking for, "Ms. Liu, your condition is not stable yet. I can’t guarantee the time of discharge, but as long as you follow the hospital’s arrangements, you can eat and take medicine. Wait for the hospital to observe for a period of time. Can be discharged."

Very official answer.

"Take medicine."

Liu Huanjiao’s face appeared like a child’s ignorance, "Am I not going to be stupid? Taking too much of those medicines will affect the spirit, right?"

Dr. Wang had found out the medical records, but he was taken aback. He began to not know what disease the patient in front of him was suffering from, or he began to suspect that the other party might have caused other diseases.

Either he has a high IQ, and everything he is doing now is playing him.

Doctor Wang's face was solemn, frowning tightly, and said: "Miss Liu, maybe we need a deeper and more detailed understanding to diagnose your disease..."

Liu Huanjiao interrupted him, her eyes widened, and when she lowered her hands, she leaned forward and said expectantly, "Doctor Wang, you can ask me a question."

"Um.?"

Liu Huanjiao, whose mood had changed too much, confused Doctor Wang.

Liu Huanjiao repeated, "You, you ask me a question, and I will answer you."

Although inexplicable, Dr. Wang still said, "What do you want me to ask you?"

"Ask me..." Liu Huanjiao tilted her head and smiled, innocent, "Is it a mental illness?"

This laugh is very familiar.

He had just seen it in the surveillance room: signs of danger.

Dr. Wang suppressed the sudden upset of anxiety, and honestly asked Liu Huanjiao, "Are you a mental illness?"

Liu Huanjiao giggled, "No."

The mystery in Dr. Wang's heart is getting thicker, "Miss Liu, you..."

Liu Huanjiao laughed twice, but suddenly grasped the pen on the table with her hand, and inserted it into Doctor Wang's shoulder accurately and forcefully, taking a half.

The blood soon stained the doctor's coat.

Doctor Wang was so shocked that he even forgot to call "Help".

"Hehe, how can a mental illness admit that he is a mental illness?"