Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Chapter 184 A Disinterested Expression

Yan An met with Tang Xucheng again during dinner, "Killing Luo Song's husband or the third person is not allowed."

Tang Xucheng recalled the scene he saw when he was free in the front yard.

The man was pressed against the window by Yan An, and before he had time to struggle, Yan An pierced his carotid artery.

Blood splashed on her face, but she proceeded to the next step without delay.

As calm as if he had been slaughtering fish at RT-Mart for years.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only praise her, "You acted pretty quickly."

Yan An glanced at him and said, "Seriously, if we don't hurry up, we're going to be finished."

Tang Xucheng silently touched the back of his hand. It was cold, not like the body temperature of a living person.

He looked at Yan An steadily and said, "Don't be afraid. If there is really no other way, I will send you out."

"Don't be afraid, I believe you. I also know that the trump card should be saved for last." Yan An smiled, "Although the process is difficult, you will definitely gain a lot of experience if you can get through it. If it really doesn't work, you can make another move."

Tang Xucheng forced a smile, his eyes showing worry and determination, "Yeah."

"The next step is to kill the dean." Yan An whispered into Tang Xucheng's ear.

Tang Xucheng felt that his body, which had been cold for several days, was finally warming up.

"Okay, how can I assist you?"

Yan An whispered, "We are all locked up in the ward now, and we can only gather during meals and free time.

It's not a good time to approach the dean. So, you should wait and see what happens."

"Okay, I'll find a way to get the ward key."

The two of them agreed and continued to eat a few bites of their meal perfunctorily.

This time, Yan An came over for the first time before Dong Lang told her the news of her father's death.

I had a "mental breakdown".

She screamed hysterically and hid obediently in the corner when the nurse came in, so she was not given an injection and was just taken back to the ward.

The female nurse finally left the visiting room and said with a frown, "Mr. Dong, the patient cannot be stimulated."

"I didn't." Dong Lang looked helpless. "I just missed my wife and came to see her."

The nurse forced a smile, turned around and rolled her eyes.

Yan An went back and kept crying, and his crying was very realistic. Yan An was once again surprised at his sudden improvement in acting skills.

While she was crying, the dean came and took her to his office for a talk.

Yan An fabricated a story about how helpless he was and expressed his dependence on the dean.

The dean's eyes looked at her more and more softly.

His hand moved from Yan An's shoulder to Yan An's back.

"You are not alone. Believe me, I will lead you out of this difficulty."

The answer he got was Yan An's sobbing.

His arms were almost trying to hold Yan An in his arms.

He leaned close to Yan An's ear and said, "It's not that no one loves you. You are very good and excellent. He doesn't understand you, but I do."

Yan An hid for a moment and stood up.

The dean's eyes darkened, and then he smiled, "I'm sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable? I just like you a little."

The next moment, a soft arm stretched out from behind him made him stop talking.

He was a little surprised, feeling the woman's hand gently touching his neck.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Luosong..."

The next moment, his neck was suddenly strangled.

"Uh--"

His eyes widened and he began to struggle.

Yan An's body is weak. He often takes medicine of unknown effect and is depressed. How can he be energetic?

Even if she choked him from behind, he would have no advantage.

It’s not like when we were dealing with Dong Lang, who was thinner and had tools there.

But the window of this office was behind the desk, and she couldn't suddenly make a move and push the person to the window.

It would be too abrupt to deliberately lead people over, so this is the only way.

Tried to strangle him.

Yan An was thrown all over the place, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

The dean's face flushed red, and veins popped out on his forehead.

The clanging sounds in the office quickly attracted the attention of people outside.

The door was broken open from the outside.

Yan An was unable to kill the dean before others controlled her, so she had to let go and squat on the ground obediently without saying a word.

She was so obedient that the doctor who rushed in was not sure whether to take any more coercive measures against her.

The female nurse in charge of Yan An glanced at the director, who was sitting on the ground and coughing, with a grim expression on her face. "Hold her down. I'll give her a sedative."

Seeing that the dean with bloodshot eyes did not say no, the two male doctors helped to hold Yan An down.

But Yan An had no intention of struggling, and they had no chance to attack him.

Yan An was injected with a sedative and then locked up in a solitary confinement cell.

I didn't expect there would be such a punishment for the mentally ill.

There were no windows in the solitary confinement cell, and except for the empty toilet, it was eerily quiet.

There is only a bad smell and Yan An in here.

Yan An had only seen places like this in prisons in crime movies.

A suffocating, terrifying, and crazy place.

During the free time in the afternoon, Yan An did not come out for a long time, and Tang Xucheng was very worried.

Then he saw the female nurse with an unhappy look on her face. The female nurse was responsible for taking care of Yan An.

He adjusted his state and appeared from behind the female nurse with a dull look on his face, scaring the nurse.

The female nurse looked at him speechlessly, "What's wrong?"

"Where are my friends?" Tang Xucheng asked with a blank look in his eyes.

The nurse glared at him, "I don't know!"

After that, she left.

Tang Xucheng felt something was wrong. This nurse was in charge of Yan An, so how could she not know?

Tang Xucheng spent the whole afternoon pestering the female nurse to ask about Yan An.

The female nurse finally said impatiently that Yan An was put in solitary confinement.

At night, on the wall of the dark solitary confinement room, there was a clattering sound of pulleys.

Yan An, who had been injected with a sedative by a female nurse twenty minutes ago, felt as cold as ice and his consciousness was intermittent.

It's better than being awake.

It's just that it's dangerous.

She saw light coming through the crack in the wall, and then fell into darkness. When she woke up again, she realized that someone was carrying her and walking around.

The person holding her had a circle of marks on his neck.

This was left by her personally, so the one holding her was the dean.

She sank into darkness again, and when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by an unfamiliar environment.

Her condition was obviously not good at this time.

He tried to speak but couldn't make a sound, and his hands and feet were tied to a therapeutic machine.

The dean's gentle voice came to my ears.

"I didn't mean to be so rude to you, but you hurt me. I need to get this hurt back from you."

Yan An looked at the dean who was approaching her, "How about you pinch it back?"

Dean, "...Please don't make me laugh at a time like this, I won't feel anything."

Yan An smiled, "You scared me, I want to poop."

Dean, “…”

His brows were furrowed tightly.

"I'm still under the influence of drugs. I can't run away. Besides, no matter how hard I run, I can't get out of the hospital. Let me go to the bathroom first. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll get you."

"..."

It can be seen that the dean is a mysophobia.

"Actually, I was going to take you to the bathroom to take a shower." The dean smiled.

"You may not know that in this hospital, if I want any patient to go crazy and die, they will die. You must obey me, okay?"

"Okay, Dean." Yan An nodded.

The dean paused as he untied the restraints and looked at her in surprise. "I can't believe you'd be so obedient. You don't even look sick right now."

"So I was really sick when I came in?" Yan An asked back.

The dean didn't say anything else, but then heard Yan An say, "As long as you can help me take revenge on my cheating husband, I will cooperate with whatever you want."

"Really?"

"You'll know if it's true by looking at my performance." Yan An threw her a coquettish glance.

Dean, "No wonder your husband likes to cheat. Stop making such a boring expression."

Yan An, “…”

Personal attack, right?