My Wife Has Been Blackened

Several leaders are depressed.

Especially because of the reporters in front of him, he couldn't get angry yet, and he could hardly keep the smile on his face.

The reports that were promised before now seem to be somewhat unworthy of the name.

"Dean Yang Yongxin was once the dean of a youth guidance center. It is reported that he is well-known among parents across the country. Some statistics show that Dean Yang has saved thousands of families and thousands of children. .Electroshock therapy, he created it.”

"Dean Yang has mixed reviews among the public, but he truly regards him as a benefactor and a reborn parent. Now that he has entered this hospital, he will definitely use up all he has learned throughout his life to transfer all his knowledge to the hospital." The patient is cured and led to the right path.”

A beautiful female reporter had already memorized the manuscript and was introducing it as she walked.

"That is the activity room for mental patients. In it, everyone can sing and dance, exchange ideas, and read books and newspapers. It is a kind of mental relaxation for the patients. Kacha..." As soon as the reporter opened the door, the words came out There was a lump in the throat, the camera was pointed into the room, and everyone who entered looked at each other.

I saw everyone sitting cross-legged, holding a small writing book in their hands, clasping their hands together, as if...

A head of a demonic sect.

While the camera was watching, the female reporter thought quickly and smiled.

Walk in calmly.

"The patients here are extremely spiritually empty. They need the guidance of gods and Buddhas to calm their minds. I have to say that this is also a kind of spiritual sustenance. Let's take a look, what scriptures are they reciting?" The female reporter felt around her. The atmosphere was a bit strange, but seeing so many people following behind, I strode forward.

Opened a small notebook.

"The Purana Sutra of the Later Land."

"Ksitigarbha?" The female reporter flipped through two books in a row and frowned.

So he pulled one of the mentally ill people away and asked, "Why do you recite this kind of scripture?"

The mentally ill person rolled his eyes at her: "Here, stand here. There was a patient lying there last night, and then he jumped out of this window. We chanted sutras for him so that he could be reincarnated as soon as possible." As he said that, he pointed at the female reporter. underfoot.

The female reporter under the camera turned pale and suddenly had goosebumps all over her body.

It seemed that the temperature in the room had dropped a lot.

When Dean Yang saw that the situation was not good, he immediately asked the female reporter to take a rest and led everyone out without leaving a trace.

"Outside is our stadium. All patients can come out for a walk and rest after eating and taking medicine in the afternoon. This can strengthen their bodies and better fight against inner demons and diseases." He said, pointing to the playground.

At this time, all the patients were kneeling on the ground, kneeling and kowtowing to a young-looking girl.

"Long live the Empress, may the Empress prosper forever." As everyone shouted, in a country a thousand years ago, a man on the throne trembled all over.

It was as if a silent coercion descended from the sky, pressing him hard. With a pop, he knelt on the ground sweating profusely.

In front of him was Zhou Yanci's portrait.

The saintly girl burst into tears: "Don't think that I don't know it's you. It doesn't matter if you oppress me while you are alive, but you can still trick me after you have died and returned to modern times." The saintly girl who is in charge of the country is heartbroken.

After Zhou Yanci left ancient times, they and Zhou Yanci's country, with her as a saint, cooperated internally and externally, and even took over this country.

Now, Zhou Yanci is the empress of both countries. One emperor through the ages directly unified the two countries.

"If you have the ability, go to Yan Lao's side. Anyway, there is a sister here who can take you back at any time." The little girl next to her rolled her eyes. Even after two years in ancient times, she still looked a few years old.

The saint's expression froze, and she held her breath and did not dare to speak.

"I don't know if Yan Lao did something. It seems that things are getting smoother and smoother during this period. I always feel that there is some kind of connection between the two sides." The saint got up from the ground faintly. She had been dreaming a few days ago.

I dreamed that Yanlao had become a koi in modern times. Many people worshiped her. She was full of blessings and seemed to have an influence here.

There seems to be some connection between the two sides.

"Maybe it's not a coincidence that we came here..." the little girl said casually, but obviously she didn't take it to heart.

The saint seems to be interested in it. How about unifying this place?

"The days are a bit boring, it's time to find something to do. Why not, let's unify the world!" The saint's eyes lit up, she turned around and ran away quickly holding up her skirt.

Speaking of which, it seems that she has let herself go now. I remembered that I was the dean and a man, but damn... the girl's skirt looked really good! !

Especially now that she is supervising the country on her behalf, the Garment Bureau always sends ten sets of women's clothes every day, which is so beautiful that it is outrageous.

To be embarrassed, she often got up at night, avoided the palace maids, secretly wore beautiful women's clothes in the palace, and kept trying them on in the mirror.

As for the daytime, she had already changed into three or five sets. Any more, ahem... would be a bit too much!

Obviously, she is a grown man! !

"Oh, no wonder modern women always don't have enough money. Women, what's wrong with buying more sets of clothes and lipsticks and cosmetics? Why do men look so rough and women look so delicate? Let's take good care of this face. , Only then can this life be lived in vain... Be a beautiful and exquisite prisoner." The saint stepped on her feet and ran quickly.

The girl behind her looked desperate, "Dean, your illness is getting worse."

At this moment, the modern stadium.

The female reporter could no longer smile: "This is really a different way of leisure, ah, hahaha, ha, haha..." The female reporter didn't know what to say.

A group of people just looked at the dean silently, and dean Yang forced himself to explain.

"That girl is new here and is seriously ill. Let's cooperate with her. Let's go to a cabaret show. Let's go and watch their performances. Their world is different from ours. Let's go and see. Understand mental illness. The world." Dean Yang almost ran away with his people.

The broadcast in the hospital rang: "All patients and nurses are asked to gather in the hall, please bring performance equipment. Announcement, please all..." The broadcast was broadcast three times. After half an hour, the hall was brightly lit and everyone was here. .

Leaders and doctors from all parties sat in the front row, and patients who were not in the program sat in the back as spectators.

Those who have a show have already gone backstage to prepare for the show.

The big leader was holding tea, sitting there with a smile on his lips, which happened to be captured by the camera, making him look approachable.

"Why is there a performance all of a sudden? There are so many crazy people watching." Patient A said, thinking he had lowered his voice.

"How normal can it be to come to a mental illness show? Just cooperate and it will be over later." After saying that, he sighed with a rogue tone.

The previous leaders...

Cameraman………

Dean Yang: Damn, I always feel like something is going to happen...

Sorry everyone, something happened yesterday and I didn’t update. I will make it up.