Crows that flew by

Patient: What is a mental illness?
Doctor: Are you in love?
Patient: Yes
Doctor: Then you have a mental illness.
Patient: Which textbook says that? I don't believe it!
Doctor: "No book, but you can refer to 涼宮ハルヒ."

Love in a Mental Hospital

And Germany wouldn't dare to let more countries know about this matter, after all, even dead, a terrorist's body still possessed immense research value.


Those scientists, perhaps, had been eagerly awaiting the terrorist's death.


Compared to getting intelligence from a terrorist's mouth, more people were inclined to directly unravel the secrets from the terrorist's body.


After some idle chatter, Zhuang Jing hung up the phone.


"He really died," Yan Hanxiang murmured softly to herself.


Zhuang Jing was contemplating too, and after a while, she looked at Yan Hanxiang and cautioned, "Let's not tell Gu Ran about this. He's already under psychological pressure, and telling him will only add to his burden."


"Right, you should also stop overthinking. Everything will come gradually. Do you still remember our college motto? Work hard, play hard, to better enjoy life."


"That was yours; mine was: Work hard, relax well, to work even better," Zhuang Jing said with a smile.


Chapter 287: Inspection Night_2