"Wait, are you sick?"

Ning Chun and the Hound looked at each other, both of them looked confused.

Even though the Hound and Thousand Hands are old partners, both sides have hardly seen each other's true face, let alone know the other's true identity.

With the mask underneath, the Hound and Thousand Hands are actually strangers.

"Yes, I have mental illness and I have a certificate! A total of eleven provincial hospitals in the Yanya Kingdom issued a mental appraisal certificate!"

Qianshou looked expressionless and took out one mental appraisal after another from his body.

It is covered with red stamps, so there should be no fake ones.

Moreover, this kind of thing is easy to prove that it is meaningless to make a fake certificate.

If these are true certificates, wouldn’t it mean that Qianshou Feiting Needle, a short woman who is only 1.5 meters tall and looks very delicate, is actually a mentally ill person?

Yanya Kingdom has laws and patients with mental illness shall not bear or bear less criminal liability.

In other words, it is not illegal for a mentally ill person, Qianshou, to kill people!

Even the hunting dog couldn't believe it, and he couldn't help but say, "So, I've been working on tasks with a mentally ill for the past few years?"

Qianshou looked at the Hound indifferently without answering, but her expression had already explained it all.

The hunting dog suddenly felt scared. How many years have he been with a mentally ill patient and a mentally ill patient who may have any illness?

No wonder, the hound sometimes feels that Qianshou’s mental state is a little wrong.

Sometimes, Qianshou's eyes looked a little weird when he looked at the hunting dog. Now, when the hunting dog thinks about it, he really feels scared. Maybe when Qianshou will get sick and kill him.

What a mentally ill person, who dares to partner with him?

Now, Ning Chun also found it very difficult. Strictly speaking, a mentally ill patient will indeed be exempted from criminal punishment. If he handed over to the police station, he would probably be released in a few days.

But such a mentally ill patient is a killer. If he is released, will Ning Chun feel relieved?

He must be worried!

Being stared at by a mentally ill person is even more dangerous!

As for killing her?

Ning Chun never thought that even if she was extremely guilty, she should be judged, rather than killed by him.

What's more, she is still a patient, so she can't be killed.

Ning Chun also wanted to put Qianshou in the fighting club like a hunting dog, and supervise it at any time under his nose, but who knows when Qianshou will get sick?

Or, Qianshou will escape at any time, and Ning Chun can do nothing.

"Why do you want to be a killer?"

Ning Chun thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of any good idea, so he could only learn about Qianshou's situation first.

"Treat the disease! I have no money, I can only make money to cure the disease."

"Well……"

Ning Chun's mouth twitched slightly.

It makes sense!

You have to treat diseases when you get sick, but medicines in this world are very expensive, and some medicines for treating mental illnesses are definitely more expensive, and they have to be taken for a long time.

Otherwise, the condition will worsen.

How can an ordinary girl afford expensive medicine?

There is one disease that is more terrible than any disease, and that is the disease of poverty!

Without money, everything is in vain!

"Where is your family?"

"My parents divorced and they both re-established their families. I grew up with my grandparents. Later, my grandparents died, so I could only wander and beg for fun. That time I was suffering from mental illness and it was very painful. I had no money to buy medicine, and later I met a circus, so I entered the circus, did miscellaneous work, and barely survived. It was in the circus that I practiced this flying needle skill. When I got sick, I killed someone..."

"Later, I met a hound, so we started to partner up until now."

Qianshou said it very carefully, and told her childhood experiences, and it seemed that she had no concealment.

However, Ning Chun and the Hound frowned when they heard this, and even at the end, they felt a chill in their hearts.

Qianshou had such a tragic experience, but when he spoke it from Qianshou's mouth, his tone was so calm and even a little cold, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with her.

There was no change in expression at all.

Is this indifference?

No, this is not even as simple as indifference, but Qianshou has no other feelings at all. This is a serious psychological and mental problem.

"Can you laugh?"

"meeting!"

"Then laugh and take a look."

So Qianshou smiled.

However, this smile is so weird that it looks so weird that it is so ugly. Qianshou is like a patient with facial paralysis, and he will not have any facial expressions at all.

Ning Chun had some doubts. If he put Thousand Hands in the Fighting Club, it would be a time bomb. Maybe it would "explode" at any time, and the consequences would be very serious at that time.

"I can only choose to send you to a psychiatric hospital."

This is the result of Ning Chun's careful consideration.

But, can a psychiatric hospital trap Qianshou?

"Wait a minute."

At this time, the hunting dog spoke: "President, you can actually bring Qianshou into the fighting club, I will look at her. Moreover, I think she shouldn't get sick so easily. Once, she saved my life..."

For some reason, although Qianshou's expression still remained unchanged and was still so cold when the hunting dog spoke, Ning Chun always felt that Qianshou's gaze had become slightly softer.

"I won't get sick if I take medicine."

Qianshou suddenly spoke.

"Hmm? Are you sure?"

"As long as the medicine is not stopped, I will not get sick."

"Forget it, you are a poor person too. If you don't get sick, it's not impossible..."

Ning Chun pondered for a while, but still felt that he could let Qianshou stay in the fighting club first.

After all, Qianshou and the Hound have not had any disease for so long. It seems that Qianshou's disease can indeed be controlled with drugs.

As long as Qianshou's medicine is kept going.

Moreover, we must give Qianshou more care.

Mental ills like Qianshou who have a tragic fate and miserable childhood must give them care and warmth.

Only by giving the other party warmth can the disease be slowly relieved and even completely cured!

Ning Chun felt that the Fighting Club was a warm big family and might be able to help Qianshou.

However, Ning Chun looked at the hunting dog and Qianshou in front of him, but felt deeply moved.

A chef, a mentally ill patient with a ill-fated fate, forced life to become a killer.

This is not their fault, it is the world!

Why are there not more justice, more love and care in this world?

If Qianshou could meet a kind-hearted person and someone could extend a righteous hand when he was wandering, Qianshou might not have suffered from mental illness and became like this cold now.

If there was more justice in this world, how could it look like this chaos now?

So, when a world is wrong, many people will experience miserable experiences.

"Okay, then you two will officially join the fighting club today!"

As Ning Chun finished speaking, the hunting dog breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, there is no need to die!

"Hunter, Thousand Hands, you are also members of the Fighting Society now, so let's pay first..."

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Chapter completed!