I am a Dragon [MTL]

Chapter 17

Qing Longlong fell into sleep in a daze, and in his dream he returned to Xiaoqing Palace.
The Little Green Palace in the dream is full of sweet orange fragrance. The huge Little Green Palace is beautiful and comfortable.
But...why does he always feel like something is missing?
correct!
Bad dean!
Qing Longlong suddenly remembered that the bad dean bullied him so much! Now that he has returned to Xiao Qing Palace, he will definitely take revenge!
He immediately sent people to capture the bad dean and took him to Xiao Qing Palace.
The bad dean stood there, still wearing the same white coat, and his chestnut curly hair was still dazzling.
We have arrived at the dragon’s territory!
Qinglong Longjiejie smiled evilly and approached the bad dean: "Let's see if you dare to bully Long this time!"
"Little Qinglong, where is your tail?"
Qing Longlong was stunned, tail?
He blinked. He didn't know when he had transformed back into his dragon form. When he looked back, his tail... was gone! ! !
Where's the tail! ?
Where is his dragon tail! ?
Qing Longlong was frightened and woke up instantly. He sat up from the bed and gasped for air.
It took him a while to realize that he was just dreaming about returning to Xiao Qing Palace.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
He simply refused to let the dragon live!
Even the bad dean was bullying Long in the dream!
Qing Longlong rushed back to the bed and buried himself with the quilt. He planned to go back to the dream just now and had to bully him back!
That's right! He is such a stingy dragon!
***
A dreamless night...
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Qing Longlong felt very sad when he got up early. Why was it so difficult for Long to turn over? Even in his dreams, he was just wishful thinking!
Even when he was eating, Qing Longlong couldn't eat, with a miserable expression on his face.
A patient next to him was also counting rice grains while eating. He looked at Qing Longlong and asked with sympathy, "You can't eat either?"
Qing Longlong looked at the other party: "You too?"
"Well, I feel like you should be my kind." The other person said.
Qing Longlong paused, and the rice grains on his chopsticks fell back into the bowl, his expression unable to conceal his shock.
"Could it be..."
"right!"
One person and one dragon looked at each other and spoke in unison.
"You are also Qing..."
"I'm also a green-grass harvester!"
All Qing Longlong's expressions were frozen instantly: "What...?"
***
Yes, what are Long’s expectations? This is a mental hospital! !
The other party thought that Qing Longlong was also a grass harvester, and was still sharing his sorrow: "My grass harvester, also called a lawn mower, is not of good quality. I just cut the green belt twice yesterday, and today I feel... The parts aren’t good enough.”
Qing Longlong's keen ears moved, and he heard two patients whispering behind him.
One of them said: "Look, it's him. Yesterday he chewed two bites of the green belt. He was like an animal and couldn't be stopped."
Another said: "What a mentally ill person. He actually gnawed on the green belt. Unlike those of us who were misdiagnosed, how could we gnaw on the green belt! A normal person would not chew on that thing!"
"That's right! We only eat it after frying it! We never eat it raw!"
"right!"
Qing Longlong:......
***
In You Bing's office, Qing Longlong was lying beside his desk with two big oranges in his arms, peeling them listlessly.
"Why is there no movement in Ni Lin? Long really wants to go back to Xiao Qing Palace."
You Bingdu, who was signing the documents, wondered if this little green dragon wanted to go home?
Unfortunately, there has been no news from the Yamashita Police Station, and I don’t know if my home is really too far away.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a somewhat wealthy middle-aged woman asked: "Excuse me...who is Dr. You?"
You Bing skillfully put away the signature pen and said seriously: "Am I going to see a doctor or prescribe medicine?"
The rich woman dragged a young man in his twenties in and said with a smile: "Dr. You, I have long admired your reputation. I heard that you are very good at treating diseases. My son, please take a look at it. He... is not very hearing."
"Have you not heard well?" You Bing raised his eyebrows.
You's Psychiatric Hospital is a large hospital with all the internal organs. Although there are general outpatient clinics that treat villagers at the foot of the mountain, You Bingke is well-known as a psychiatric specialist.
Usually only mentally ill people would come to see him. How could someone with ordinary hearing problems be brought to see him? You Bing knew as soon as he thought about it that 80% of the time this patient did not have a simple hearing problem.
You Bing: "Okay, have you registered? What's your name?"
Qing Longlong's cheeks bulged as he chewed the orange, while his ignorant and curious round eyes swept around.
This was the first time Long saw the bad dean treating others.
"Registered, Zhang Chang, my son's name is Zhang Chang."
You Bing found Zhang Chang's registration information from the computer, and then asked: "What are the symptoms? How long have they been present? Is it because you can't hear others talking clearly?"
The wealthy woman said sadly: "It's just that... as long as there are figures, he can only hear half of them. He is an accountant, and this disease has seriously affected his work."
"Come, sit down, let me take a look." You Bing looked at Zhang Chang and looked him up and down. The patient's hair was messy and his eyes were a little dull. His movements seemed slow and his reactions were slow, which was in line with the state of a mentally ill patient.
You Bing: "I will say the number now, and then you will repeat it, do you understand?"
Zhang Chang responded for two seconds before slowly nodding.
You Bing: "Forty."
Zhang Chang replied instantly: "Twenty!"
Qing Longlong stopped chewing the orange and was stunned with his bulging cheeks.
This isn't a hearing problem, it's obviously a brain problem!
You Bing was not surprised and said again: "Fifty."
Zhang Chang: "Twenty-five!"
***
Zhang Chang's mother was originally worried, but when she saw You Bing's calm and calm look, she finally felt relieved. His son must be saved!
You Bing turned around and recorded the symptoms on the computer: The patient worked as an accountant and when he heard the symptoms, he would automatically subtract half of the numbers when he heard them.
He continued to say calmly: "Sixty-four."
Zhang Chang: "Thirty-two!"
You Bing: "Twenty-five."
Zhang Chang: "Twelve o'clock five!"
You Bing continued to record: No confusion, basically clear thinking.
Then You Bing said: "Fifty-six thousand, seven hundred and eighty-six."
Zhang Chang did not hesitate: "Twenty-eight thousand, three hundred and ninety-three."
You Bing recorded his hand for a moment:...
After two seconds of silence, You Bing opened the calculator.
After getting the results, You Bing deleted the words 'thinking is basically clear' and added the words 'logical thinking is very clear'.
Qing Longlong has sat up straight, and the whole dragon is energetic. This man is so smart! The response is so fast!