When I opened my eyes, I saw a slightly dim room.

I'm sure this is not hell in the next second

So I immediately realized something. I pulled my sleeve open. The needle that should have been stuck in the blood vessel had been pulled down and it was bandaged, although the bandaging technique was very bad.

"Hehe, are you awake?" A sharp, ugly, but extremely weak voice sounded.

I was startled, but when I turned my head, I saw a clown who was covered in blood in the corner of the wall!

"Believe me, I tried my best to wake you up, but you didn't give me the face until I couldn't move," he said with a smile, "So, since you woke up, do you still remember what we said a few hours ago? You said you can save me."

After saying this, the clown fainted.

The whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood. His wound was slapped roughly, but there was still a lot of blood left. I don't know how he persisted until now.

He is a criminal, and almost all the reports related to him are accompanied by robbery, explosion, and murder. Yes, he is a terrible guy who destroys everything and even destroys the fact that I want to die.

It's simply a demon.

So under this situation, all a normal person needs to do now is scream, hold his head, and run out frantically, and it is best to call the police again.

So, I didn't do that

I looked at him, looking at the body that was on the verge of death, and my eyes remained on his face. At this moment, he was extremely quiet. On that weird face, I seemed to see a trace of other things besides being crazy.

Every time I look in the mirror, I can see that thing on my face.

The sadness of losing everything

The water was not clean because it was poured directly from the tap water pipe; the knife was sharp and was turned out from the clown's pocket, without pliers and tweezers, but fortunately, two chopsticks were turned out in the kitchen, without shadowless lamps, no hemostatic forceps, no disinfectant, and even no anesthetics. However, in this simple place, I started surgery for this lunatic.

The operation was not going well, and I inevitably broke several blood vessels. This guy also woke up three times during the operation. I knew that it was a pain to wake up. This pain was enough to drive anyone crazy.

But maybe it was because he was already crazy.

When he woke up for the first time, he greeted me and said that if he felt bored, he could tell me a joke. However, after 10 seconds, he fainted again.

When he woke up the second time, he told me that if I put the knife into his heart now, the whole Gotham would thank me, including himself.

When he woke up the third time, he smiled at me and said that my headdress was beautiful today, which reminded him of a woman named Jenny, but he said he didn't know who Jenny was at all. This might be the joke he was about to tell just now, because he started laughing wildly, and then he fell into a coma again.

Finally, I ended the operation under such an environment. I don’t know if this is right or wrong. I saved a criminal, but I am a doctor and I am destined to save people.

What's more, this person saved me

The postoperative stable period lasted only half an hour.

After that, the madman started to have a high fever. There was no way, such a large wound in this place, I promised that it would have been infected before I woke up.

He burned very hard. Through my clothes, I could feel the hot body temperature, as if I was about to swallow him alive.

I was guarding the bedside, and I don’t know what happened. I should have escaped and stayed away from this madman, but I didn’t. Maybe I think that if I want to die, it would be more convenient to stay by his side.

So I succeeded and gently brushed his calm face, weird makeup, terrifying lips, and sad eyes.

Soon, the body temperature above 40 degrees began to cause him to fall into chaos. I don’t know what chaos means to a madman. In short, he started to cry. It was the most heart-wrenching sound I have ever heard. It was like extracting the thickest part of hundreds or thousands of people crying, then mixing it together and blending into a cup of uncontrollable wail.

He must have lost something extremely precious, just like me, but it is different. My loss is just a sudden car accident. In an instant, he has nothing, and his loss is a slow, long-term, deep-rooted torture.

Otherwise, the sound would not be so far away or so thick.

What? Did it drive him crazy? A car accident? A financial crisis or something bigger or smaller.

I gently raised his head and let him lie on my knees, maybe this would make him feel more comfortable, and then I gently combed his weird-colored hair with my fingers until he stopped and his breathing became smooth.

I think he must have had a good dream, because the corners of his mouth were raised, not like the usual terrible and hysterical crazy rise.

But a real smile

In the darkness, a little bit light.

It was the sun shining on my face. I hummed softly, and then opened my eyes.

A wall of alopecia areata?

The scene in front of me suddenly recalled that I was in a dilapidated apartment where I didn't even know where, and beside me was a madman who was unforgivable.

Oh my God, I don’t know why I can fall asleep. You know, when I was at home, I had insomnia all the time, and yesterday, I fell asleep with a lunatic!

What's even more terrifying is that I slept very peacefully.

Well, now is not the time to think about this, I quickly discovered that the person on my knee had left last night, so should I leave quickly too?

So, I was still in shock and quickly turned over and got out of the bed. Then, I saw the figure beside the bed.

It was an extremely desolate back, but he obviously heard the sound of me waking up, so he turned around, and the front of the back was an extremely crazy image.

"Hi, I'm glad I'm still alive." He said to me in a sarcastic voice: "First of all, I have to thank you. Obviously, you are the rare kind of person who speaks reasonably. Hehe, oh, and last night, I seemed to have a pretty good dream. So, did I talk to my sleep?"

He asked, the creepy face approaching me and I felt like I was being strangled by something and couldn't say a word.

"Okay, whether you hear it or not, please don't tell me because I know, that's a good dream

And I.

unnecessary.
Chapter completed!