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After shaving his hair, the nurse pushed Pan Mao, who had a round forehead, into the operating room.

Dean Johnson was already waiting inside.

The assistant next to him wanted to help, but Dean Johnson waved his hand and said, "This is a minor operation, it's very simple, you just stay and learn by the side."

He picked up the surgical tool and gestured at Pan Mao's forehead: "Frontal lobe surgery was well-known in the Western world and helped many mentally ill patients get rid of their pain."

"But at that time, the technology was not mature enough and it was easy to leave serious sequelae."

"After my years of research and improvement, the sequelae have been greatly reduced. After the operation, the patients have no memory, no pain, and no more violent behavior. They will be as docile as kittens that have lost their claws. It is also easier to care for them."

"I will start the operation next, so you guys study hard."

As he spoke, he picked up a long, thin chisel and pointed the needle-like end at Pan Mao's eyes.

Pan Mao was so scared that he twisted his body wildly, sobbing and shouting.

Dean Johnson gently comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it will only take a moment. Being a mental patient is too painful! You suffer, and your family suffers too. When this chisel passes behind your eyeball, pierces into the frontal lobe of your brain, and removes a part of the lobe, you will forget your identity, your origins, and everything, and become a carefree idiot. Then you will be free, and your family will no longer suffer."

“Wuwuwuwu…” I don’t want to become an idiot, help!

"The operation is very simple, just a poke and that's it."

"Wuwuwu..." I don't want to be stabbed, help!

"You have to cooperate. If you move too much, my hand might shake and prick somewhere else, like the area of ​​the cerebellum that controls movement. Then you'll be paralyzed."

"Woo woo woo..." Crazy, you are a crazy man!

Dean Johnson laughed and said, "Very good, open your eyes and let us witness the next miraculous operation!"

As he was speaking, he was about to take action when he suddenly felt his body freeze and he could not move. Only his eyes turned slowly and out of the corner of his eye he saw the door of the operating room being gently pushed open and a graceful figure walked out.

Sang Feiwan walked into the operating room with elegant and calm steps, and entered the sight of Pan Mao and everyone present.

Pan Mao used to have all kinds of opinions and doubts about Sang Feiwan. He always thought that she was a vase presented by Bai Jun and was good for nothing except being pretty.

But at this moment, when he saw her standing at the door of the operating room against the light, it was like a god coming to save the world, making this atheist believe that there is a god above our heads.

At this moment, Sang Feiwan was his God!

Sang Feiwan waved his hand gently, and all the straps tied around Pan Mao were cut off.

Pan Mao took out the gag from his mouth and stared at Sang Feiwan blankly: "Miss Sang, are you... a god?"

"The immobilization spell has an expiration date. If you don't leave now, by the time they recover, you won't be able to save your brain." Sang Feiwan said this and turned away.

She was still thinking about how to call for help since Liu Guan was dead.

Pan Mao jumped off the operating table and followed Sang Feiwan closely.

"Ms. Sang, how did you manage to freeze them just now? Have you found a way to leave here? Hey, why did you go to the dean's office again? Didn't they say that the freezing spell has a time limit? Once they recover, they will definitely come to catch us, so we should run away quickly."

Sang Feiwan glanced at him and suddenly thought of something: "You don't need to meet in person to make a phone call, as long as the voices are similar. So..."

Pan Mao was full of doubts: "Miss Sang, what are you talking about?"

Sang Feiwan walked quickly into the dean's office and searched quickly in the cabinet.

Soon, she found Liu Guan's file, which detailed his medical condition, as well as his family members and contact numbers.

Looking at the time again, it's almost seven o'clock.

Sang Feiwan handed the phone to Pan Mao: "Pretend to be Liu Guan and call the number above for help."

Pan Mao was confused.

Sang Feiwan explained simply: "Do you remember the Qingshan Mental Hospital Patient Rules? One of the rules is that patients cannot leave without permission unless their family members come to pick them up. In other words, if their family members come, the patients here can leave. Director, do you understand?"

Pan Mao's brain finally reacted: "I understand! Because of the agreement, the family members cannot come to visit for ten years. They don't know the situation here and will not come to take the patient away, so the patient can only seek help himself!"

Pan Mao immediately picked up the phone and called the contact number left on the file.

"Hello?" A female voice came from the other end of the phone.

According to the information, she is Pan Mao's sister.

"Sister, come and save me! There is something wrong with this hospital, they..."

Before she could finish her words, the other party interrupted her impatiently: "Whose phone did you use to call? Did you steal it? I'm telling you, don't cause any trouble for me, and recuperate well in the hospital. Mom is so mad at you. If you are kicked out of the hospital, there will be no place for you to live at home!"

"Sister, listen to me, sister, sister!"

The phone has been hung up, and the "beep, beep, beep" sound is particularly cold.

Pan Mao was furious: "We are siblings after all, how could you die without even finishing your conversation? You are so heartless and ungrateful, you are afraid of getting yourself into trouble, there is no way you would come to save us!"

Mentally ill patients are a huge burden. Their family affection has long been exhausted due to years of torture from the illness.

Therefore, when there are free mental hospitals to take in these patients, their families can't wait to send them there. Not being able to visit for ten years is not a problem at all.

"My sister is the only contact person on Liu Guan's profile. How about calling for help using another patient's identity?"

Sang Feiwan said: “The first call can only be made using Liu Guan’s identity. Then continue to call his sister. Once the call is connected, tell her that your organs were harvested here and ask your sister to come and demand compensation. This will stir up a stir.”

Maybe family affection cannot regain my sister's care, but money can definitely do it.

When there is profit to be made, even the most critically ill family ties can be revived!