Elegance never goes out of style.

    In front of him, the thin old man danced with the music, and the smile on his face remained unabated, with an absolutely extraordinary elegance.

    Unfortunately, the roster is in hand. Who wants to stare at a sick devil?

    As for why the other party relaxed his vigilance so easily, Lu Li attributed it to: it should be. After all, he didn''t expose his identity. He is now a doctor in the clover madhouse.

    [ward 1: Ken Thompson]

    [ward 2: Jessica Edwin]

    ……

    The sound of turning pages sounded and the line of sight moved rapidly.

    After a few breaths, Lu Li found several unfinished paintings, such as a catfish man with a big head and a small body, a black ball covered with dots

    "Mick jarg."

    "Have you seen these things?"

    After appreciating the paintings on the wall, Lu Li turned and walked towards the hospital bed. He had no hope, and suddenly raised his expectation.

    On the wooden bed, a bent middle-aged man in blue and white striped clothes was rolling in place like a madman.

    Perhaps he noticed that someone was looking for him. The man was much quieter. He opened his thin arms and held them high in front of his chest. His lips trembled and his eyes stared round.

    Seeing this, Professor Lu was in place.

    What is this disease?

    What do you want to express?

    What medicine can you take to cure it?

    He''s good at killing, but he can''t cure.

    After a few seconds of stalemate, the guy suddenly opened his mouth and straightened up, trying to hold the land close to him. As a result, he just made a precursor posture and fell down.

    Body function can''t keep up with consciousness.

    If you''re so weak, send it directly to the crematorium. It''s hopeless

    Dr. Lu has a heart of treating patients and saving people, but he has no technology at all.

    "Lie down and have a good rest. I hope to see you again tomorrow... And new paintings..."

    The door closed.

    Looking at Lu Li''s disappearing back, the man smiled silently, and his saliva continued to flow out along the corners of his mouth.

    This kind of smile is very strange and elusive.

    Gentle, cunning and ferocious, any human expression has nothing to do with it. If you have to describe it, it''s like... Like... Longing!

    It seems that Lu Li is regarded as a kind of food.

    Because of the iron gate and the concrete wall, Lu Li didn''t see this scene. He found Mick jarger''s name on the list, drew a circle and stood in place for a while.

    Frankly speaking, what Lu Li did was meaningless, just to pretend to prove that he had been here and leave room for nursing workers to make up their brains.

    "White lace and promise."

    "Give you a kiss of blessing, we are on the way."

    The corridor is still echoing with the classic songs of the carpenter band.

    Lu Li estimated that time was enough, so he put down his pen, looked at the man standing behind him and asked casually, "brother Feng, does Sam Neil live in this ward?"

    "That''s right."

    "Well, open it and have a look."

    "OK, if you need anything, feel free to call me."

    Click.

    The sound of the key entering the lock cylinder came and began to click and turn.

    Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Li lowered his head, glanced at the data in his hand and asked:

    "The document shows that the patient has only come in for ten days. Has he made any requests during this period?"

    Feng Ziliang''s smile stiffened, and his hand to turn the key slowed down, "there''s only... One."

    "I''m leaving with a black crayon."