The donkey laughed loudly, "Yes, I have already said that this guy is a born bad guy."

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Jin Mao took the shovel to run logistics. Many things had to be handed over to the shovel. The only people who could accompany Wang Zhen were the donkey and the poet.

Fortunately, according to Wang Zhen's plan, three people are enough.

Kentucky, McCreary Hospital.

Hospitals are not complete mental hospitals. In the United States, mental hospitals are more liberal prisons.

The poet parked the car without turning off the engine. Wang Zhen, the donkey opened the door and walked out.

"Are you sure your plan will work?" the donkey said as he walked, looking uneasy.

"I'm sure, as long as you don't make mistakes, there will be no problem." Wang Zhen pushed the donkey on the back, mother-in-law.

Albert Frank was on the third floor of the inpatient building. The two took the elevator to the fourth floor and found a bathroom. Wang Zhen walked in with his donkey.

A few minutes later, two men wearing white coats, hats, and masks came out, both with work ID cards hanging on their chests.

Wang Zhen also wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked gentle. He was holding a folder for recording in his hand.

After going downstairs and looking around at the house number, Wang Zhen walked towards the ward number provided by Horner.

On the seat at the door of the ward, a man wearing a police uniform sat there.

This is not a prison guard or someone from the police department. This is a police officer from the McCreary Medical Police Department, the department abbreviation is NYHP.

The main responsibility of the medical police is to protect the property and personnel safety of medical institutions operated by the Municipal Health Insurance Group. Note that this is a privately operated public welfare department led by the municipal government.

Standing at the door of the ward, Donkey followed Wang Zhen's request and pretended to open the record book and read it. He nodded to the police before pushing the door open and entering.

In the room, Albert Frank was lying on the bed, his limbs were tightly bound to the bed with restraints. He was as motionless as a corpse, staring straight at the ceiling.
Chapter completed!