MTL - Rules Strange Story: My Family is Not Normal-Chapter 388 Disease diagnosis

  Chapter 388 Condition Diagnosis

  Seeing that Zhou Bai didn't answer, a middle-aged man in the crowd who looked the most like a doctor picked up the notebook in his hand and quickly wrote it down.

   "Patient No. 0139 has degraded language ability, which is suspected to be a complication caused by mental problems.

  This issue still needs to be studied, so let’s deduct one point first. "

  When Zhou Bai heard this, his eyes widened instantly.

   Point deduction? What points are deducted?

   Your point deduction is too hasty, right?

  The middle-aged man ignored Zhou Bai's surprise, and finished recording in his notebook, then turned his head and waved his hands to the side.

   Then two burly men in white coats came over and grabbed Zhou Bai's hands.

   "Let's go, take him back to the diagnosis room."

  After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned and opened the door behind him.

  The two men in white coats, who were called doctors for the time being, carried Zhou Bai and led him into another room.

   "I'm not sick!

   It is you who are sick!

  You guys let me out! "

  In the next room, there were hysterical shouts.

   Zhou Bai was held down by two people, and there were seven or eight onlookers standing in front of him, and he suddenly felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

   “The patient refused to cooperate with the questioning.

   Condition worsens.

  Patients diagnosed as severe mental illness.

   Send it to the shock chamber. "

  Another voice sounded from next door.

  Then, Zhou Bai saw a man in dark green clothes, just like himself, being dragged past the door.

   "See? If you don't cooperate well, you will be treated the same as him."

  After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he sat on the chair opposite Zhou Bai.

   "Let go of him first."

   "Okay, Dr. Zhao."

   It was only at this time that Zhou Bai realized that the person he had been talking to just now was surnamed Zhao.

  After seeing Zhou Bai was let go, Doctor Zhao took out his notebook again and said to Zhou Bai.

   "I'm starting to diagnose your condition now.

  You may or may not answer.

  But any reaction you make will become the basis for me to judge your condition. "

  After Dr. Zhao finished speaking, the doctors behind him also found a place to sit down, and then all looked at Zhou Bai.

  Thus, Zhou Bai felt even more like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"first question.

  Did you see anything strange these two days? "

  When Doctor Zhao asked this question, Zhou Bai looked behind him.

   Sitting behind Dr. Zhao, a female doctor with braids was lowering her head and playing with her braids.

   He smirked while playing.

   On the other side of him, a male doctor who looked only in his 20s put his hand in his mouth.

   Make a delicious sound while biting.

   Zhou Bai pretended to be calm and looked away from the two of them, and landed on Dr. Zhao again.

   replied to him: "No."

  Hearing Zhou Bai's answer, sitting next to Dr. Zhao, a boy wearing glasses bowed his head and was about to start writing something.

  But Dr. Zhao stopped him suddenly.

   "The answer is no, and it doesn't explain anything.

  Some things that we think are strange, in the eyes of patients, may not be strange.

  For this question, no points will be added or deducted. "

  The boy with glasses nodded after listening.

  Then, Zhou Bai saw that Dr. Zhao took out an umbrella from the cabinet in the room.

   "Look, what is this?"

   Zhou Bai looked at the umbrella Dr. Zhao was holding in his hand, and before he could answer, he suddenly heard the two strange doctors sitting behind Dr. Zhao say in unison: "An umbrella."

  Cold sweat slowly broke out on Zhou Bai's forehead.

   also opened his mouth and replied: "An umbrella."

   Doctor Zhao nodded, and handed the umbrella to one of the burly doctors.

  The doctor took the umbrella, opened it, and crouched in a corner with the umbrella.

   "Then look again, what is this?"

   Also before Zhou Bai could speak, the two strange doctors said in unison again: "A big mushroom!"

  The cold sweat on Zhou Bai's forehead slowly dripped down.

   After swallowing, he replied in a low voice, "A person with an umbrella."

  Dr. Zhao nodded in satisfaction.

   "There is no error in cognition. Add ten points."

   Zhou Bai didn't breathe a sigh of relief just because he added ten points.

   Instead, he raised his heart because he realized that things were getting more and more wrong.

   "Old Mo, it's your turn."

  The man called Lao Mo sat on the other side of Dr. Zhao.

  Although he was wearing a white coat, he looked very sinister because of a scar on his face.

  He heard Doctor Zhao calling his name, so he stood up and walked in front of Zhou Bai.

   "Rock paper scissors, can you play?"

   Zhou Bai was startled by this question again, his eyes widened.

  Psychiatric disease diagnosis, so... such a joke?

  Before Zhou Bai could answer, that old Mo with the scar directly shouted, "Rock, paper, scissors!"

   Zhou Bai didn't have time to think, and reflexively, he made a statement.

   And Lao Mo came out of stone.

   Without a doubt, Zhou Bai won.

  In the next second round, Zhou Bai played the scissors, Lao Mo played the cloth, and Zhou Bai won.

   In the third round, Zhou Bai played the rock, Lao Mo played the scissors, and Zhou Bai won again.

  Dr. Zhao saw this, silently took out his pen, and said to the brother wearing glasses while recording.

   "The response is good, plus ten points."

   At this moment, Lao Mo jumped up violently because he lost three games in a row.

   "You brat, you dared to win three rounds with me, are you impatient?"

  Old Mo finished speaking, picked up a knife, and angrily thrust it into the table in front of Zhou Bai.

   Zhou Bai was used to this kind of scene, so he still sat in his seat without changing his face.

  So Dr. Zhao nodded with more satisfaction.

   "Emotionally stable, this can add 30 points."

   After he finished speaking, Zhou Bai saw Lao Mo pull out the knife that had been stuck on the table, and then stabbed it several times.

   Moreover, while destroying the desktop, he kept cursing.

  Seeing this, the corners of Zhou Bai's mouth couldn't help twitching.

   In terms of emotional stability, your doctor seems to be more unstable...

  Of course, Zhou Bai didn't say these complaints.

  He saw Dr. Zhao kept flipping through the notebook in his hand, as if he was very satisfied with the patient's performance today.

   "So far, you've been doing pretty well.

  Then I will ask you one last question to end today's diagnosis. "

   Zhou Bai sat up straight, ready to meet Dr. Zhao's last question.

   He paused for a moment, then asked Zhou Bai.

   "Tell me, how many people are there in this diagnosis room?"

  As soon as Zhou Bai heard this question, alarm bells rang in his mind.

  He carefully counted the people he saw, plus himself, and then answered to Dr. Zhao.

   "Eleven people."

  When Dr. Zhao heard Zhou Bai's answer, a disappointed expression appeared on his face.

   "The numbers vary too much.

   This problem is serious.

  Deduct 100 points. "

  (end of this chapter)