I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 282 - 249: Are You Tired When the Sun is Three Poles

Seeing the hurried footsteps of the young nurse, Yang Tao couldn’t help but express so sentint.

"Our little Qin nurse is really dedicated, even using alti to its fullest."

Little Qin’s figure paused, cursing inwardly, "My damn dedication, your granny!"

She wanted to turn around and have a good argunt with Yang Tao, but thinking of all the chaotic matters still waiting in the ward, she had to suppress the anger in her heart.

The canteen wasn’t big, just ten-odd square ters, with a few tables that were reasonably clean.

In terms of cutting costs, Director Wu Liang had already beco an industry expert.

The two had just entered the canteen.

Jiang Xiao, with her excellent hearing, imdiately picked up so sounds of life coming from a small partition inside.

It was oppressive, but... sowhat excited?

Although Yang Tao’s hearing wasn’t as good as Jiang Xiao’s, her sense of sll was keen, and she imdiately said,

"What’s the matter? Is the canteen serving fish today? The fishy sll isn’t cleaned out, huh."

"Chef? Chef, are you there? Serve the food!" Jiang Xiao just wanted to express how hungry she was.

After so rustling noises, a bald chef, sweating profusely, poked his head out of the partition.

Jiang Xiao was startled, "Uh, it’s nearly November, can it be that hot?"

The bald chef quickly wiped the fake sweat from his forehead and managed a strained smile.

"Mainly... mainly because I got up late today when the sun was already three poles high, you guys are a bit late, what would you like to eat?"

The sun three poles high?

Pure-minded Jiang Xiao couldn’t understand.

What does waking up late have to do with sweating so much?

Yang Tao knew but kept silent.

Since Yang Tao had promised to "treat,"

He then ordered two servings of rice, one serving of boiled bean curd sheets, one serving of mushroom pork strips, and one serving of chicken leg stew with potatoes, and finally added a green bean tofu soup.

"Damn it! Hurry up, where were you at the critical mont!"

A woman’s voice suddenly ca from the pitch-dark compartnt, and Yang Tao, who was serving the food, heard it loud and clear.

What’s the situation?

Even if tis are tough, surely you wouldn’t be ssing around when there are diners eating?

Self-proclaid worldly-wise Yang Tao, throughout the day, felt that he couldn’t quite grasp the current trends.

What’s with this military training and kitchen stuff?

Could playing like this be more thrilling than a sugar daddy taking you out for performance art?

Seeing Jiang Xiao curiously staring at the dark compartnt, Yang Tao quickly pulled her over to a table on the side.

"Hehehe, little newbie brother, let’s not worry about them, if you want to play, I’ll play with you tonight."

"Play what?"

Seeing the confused look on Jiang Xiao’s face, Yang Tao licked her lips eagerly.

"So many things, as long as you can na it, I can satisfy you, covering all the arts of the East and the West. My specialty is a mix of Chinese, Western, and Japanese styles."

Dragon Country Live Streaming Room: !!!

Although silent, everyone slled the scent of sour lemons.

After pondering for a mont, Jiang Xiao made a decision and replied.

"Then let’s play the Western style."

"Great! Do you want to play the modern style or the classical style?"

Tsk?

Didn’t see that coming, the woman’s got a full setup.

Jiang Xiao, tilting her head, thought for a mont.

"Classical style then, like this, I’ll play Tom, you play Jerry, I’ll chase, and you run!"

Yang Tao: ...

Live Streaming Room: ...

Silence, deafening.

[Can’t take it anymore, Jiang God’s choice is really scratching at !]

[Is he even a man? With such a pri opportunity delivered to his lips, he wants to play cat and mouse with her?]

[I just want to ask, is Tom and Jerry considered Western?]

[Not only Western but indeed classical...]

Jiang Xiao’s words were shocking enough, but Yang Tao’s train of thought turned out to be even more incredible.

Seemingly still holding onto a glimr of hope, Yang Tao asked tentatively.

"Uh, if you’re chasing and I’m running away, do you want to play a chase ga, or do you want to play a survival ga where you catch and then brutally tornt ?"

Live room: ???

Really, talk about out of the frying pan into the fire. This is a case of the strong pitted against the stronger, and there’s always a mountain higher than the one you’re on!

But just then, a strange noise coming from the small compartnt interrupted the conversation of the two people outside.

"Shh, my lady, don’t rush! There are people outside!"

"Stop it, you deadbeat! That’s the atmosphere I want, people outside, I’m actually hoping for it!"

Yang Tao: ...

Look at how energetically others play their little gas.

Was the rich man in front of previously stimulated in so way in that area, or does he have so sort of functional impairnt?

Huh?!

Yang Tao suddenly widened her eyes.

This scene before her...

Even Yang Tao, skilled as she was, felt sowhat overwheld.

She saw the bald chef from the cafeteria stick his head out of the compartnt, holding a frying pan in which he was cooking an egg.

His face looked twisted though, as if he was enduring so unimaginable "torture."

As soone with experience, Yang Tao instantly understood what the two inside were playing at.

Okay, okay...

So, they’re treating us like tools to spice up their fun?

Speaking of this, Yang Tao wasn’t inexperienced either.

She had encountered a benefactor before who liked to make her perform "street art" on deserted roads at midnight, especially in places that were secluded but not too secluded.

The idea was to be seen by others, but not by too many...

Who would have thought that a small hospital would hide such high-end players?

Seeing the gazes of the two patrons, Yang Tao and Jiang Xiao, the chef forced a smile and said,

"You guys... ah, I’m fine, please continue your al, it’s just a cramp in my leg..."

Huh?

That’s a new one, Yang Tao thought, learning a new excuse.

"Hey? What are you doing?"

Yang Tao looked bewildered at Jiang Xiao, who suddenly stood up and walked towards the small compartnt.

"As a doctor, when soone is in need of help, I must lend a hand. This is one of the basic principles of being a doctor, do you understand?"

Yang Tao: ???

Wang Defa?

"No, I’m a bit confused. Weren’t you hospitalized with a concussion? When did you beco a doctor?"

"Oh, I think you may have misunderstood sothing. I am the widely known Doctor Pai Daxing. But they prefer to call Genius Doctor Professor Pai Daxing."

Yang Tao was stunned.

The bald chef panicked!

He imdiately lowered his voice and hissed to soone behind him,

"My lady, my lady! It’s not good, they’re coming, they’re coming!"

"Hehehe, you deadbeat, so what if they co? I love unexpected thrills—I’m ready to keep going."

"Madam! It’s not ’that’ coming, it’s soone coming towards us, soone is really coming this way!"

The bald chef’s face turned pale; if the dean found out about this, he was dead for sure!

"It’s fine, let them co. As long as it’s not that old geezer, what difference does it make if others see? I just love this kind of thrill!"

Damn it!

The chef was nearly in tears.

What’s going on? You still want to flaunt this borderline stuff? I might be afraid even if you’re not!

"Bro, I an, my cramp’s gone, look, it doesn’t hurt at all now."

Jiang Xiao gave the bald chef a wise look before issuing his Pai-style diagnosis,

"You’re pale, breaking out in a cold sweat, your legs shaking, your eyes darting around. Who would believe you’re not sick? Do you think I look so dumb that you can fool ?"

He didn’t even give the bald chef a chance to respond before he flung open the compartnt’s curtain!

"Whoosh!"

The sunlight sliced through the darkness of the compartnt.

Revealing a woman on her knees inside...

At that mont, her eyes filled with fright and incredulous panic.

Seriously?

Does this guy have no clue at all?