Chapter 1682: Because I want to prove one thing.

The doctor was sitting on the ground hiding his face and crying. The nurses tried to help the doctor up, but he couldn't survive.
"Ah, my legs, I can't move at all, don't touch me, let me stay on the ground for a while. When my legs can move, I will stand up by myself. Now not only is my legs unable to move, My heart is beating so fast, I need to rest. Please don't disturb me."
Seeing the doctor collapsed on the ground, his face pale and trembling all over, the nurses naturally blamed Master Azan for all this.
The nurses talked nonstop around Master Azan.
"It's all because of you that made the doctor like this."
"Hey, sir, are you a fugitive? I think you are really a fugitive. You treated the doctor like that just now, you are clearly instigating him to commit suicide. You are too much."
"You must have killed people, right? You look at what you looked like just now, it looks like you are going to eat people, not to mention how scary it is."
"The doctor said he was a fugitive. Didn't he also admit that the deaths of two women were related to him?"
"What about the death of not only the two women, but also the little nurse? He already has three lives in his hands."
"Stop talking, I feel he is a murderer."
The nurses are all women, and when they talk about it, the more they talk, the more evil they are.
Master Azan coughed and coughed, "You women are really noisy, chirping, and worth hundreds of ducks. I've already said that the death of those two women has nothing to do with me, it is the root of life. The son killed them. The death of the little nurse was what you saw with your own eyes. How can you blame me? You are more wronged than doctors. Tell you, if you continue to talk nonsense, I can I’m going to turn my face. I’m a man who knows some magic. I admit that I’m black-hearted and made money for ambiguity, but I haven’t done any murder. Don’t talk nonsense."
The nurses were reluctant and unforgiving, "If you look at your performance just now, aren't you a murderer alive? Besides, whoever killed someone will admit it? We don't believe you."
Master Azan said angrily, "Believe it or not, I haven't killed anyone anyway. Feel free to talk nonsense."
The older nurse walked up to Master Azan and stared at the ugly face carefully.
Master Azan said, "What are you doing? Why are you staring at me? Are there flowers on my face?"
The older nurse said, "This gentleman, I believe you haven't killed anyone."
Master Azan smiled, "Have you seen? You are all fools, there is finally someone who understands here."
The older nurse said again, "I haven't finished speaking yet? I believe you haven't killed anyone, but someone must have died indirectly on your hands."
Master Azan was startled, and then showed an unnatural smile.
"What is meant by indirect death on my hands? What you said is really artistic."
"Death in your hands indirectly is just like you did just now, to induce and abet others to die step by step."
Master Azan laughed, "Really hilarious? I am always a good person, and there is no benefit. I am too lazy to raise my ass. May I ask others to induce death, in addition to satisfying the perverted habits of some people with distorted and dark psychology. , What's the use? How much money can I get if I seduce someone to die? If someone is willing to pay me 500,000, if I seduce him to die, I will be happy to help, let alone 500,000, it is 100,000 I did it all."
The elder nurse sternly said, "Since there is no good thing, you don't do it, then why did you try to induce the doctor to commit suicide just now like crazy?"
Master Azan smiled, "Because I want to prove one thing."
"what's up?"
"I want to prove that a cowardly and cowardly fellow like a doctor has no courage to commit suicide at all."
"Oh? I see, you are experimenting with the doctor."
Master Azan nodded, "Yes. It was confirmed by me that the doctor who kept trying to commit suicide did not have the courage to commit suicide at all. Otherwise, he would not show up. I gave him a scalpel and he said that the sound of cutting the skin through the knife was Mental disorder. I opened the window and told him to jump off the building. He said he had a fear of heights."
The older nurse frowned. "Maybe what the doctor said is true?"
Master Azan smiled and said, "I believe what he said is true. But these reasons are just excuses for someone who is about to commit suicide. Now you think about it. You don’t want to live anymore. Do you still care about the sound of a knife on your skin and whether you have a fear of heights?"
The nurses were silent for a long time before they said in unison, "What you said has a certain truth."
Master Azan said, "What I said absolutely makes sense. Through my observation of him for a long time, I found that he has no courage to commit suicide, so I deliberately tested him."
The nurses said, "Huh? So you just put a scalpel on him and forced him to stand on the window sill, you were testing him? We thought you really planned to help him commit suicide?"
Master Azan smiled, "Because I expected this kind of boneless and guy would not dare to commit suicide, I deliberately forced him to do so. As expected, he didn't dare to commit suicide at all. So in the future he would call again. If you commit suicide, you can ignore it. Because you really let him commit suicide, he specified an excuse."
The nurses admired Master Azan in all their hearts.
"This gentleman, I really didn't expect you to have such wisdom. It's really rare to see the doctor so thoroughly."
Master Azan smiled, "If you don't believe me, I can try him again." After speaking, he walked to the doctor who was still lying on the ground and moaning.
When the doctor saw him coming, he shivered more severely, and his rounded eyes showed a look of panic.
"Doctor, I ask you."
The doctor screamed immediately, jumped up, and backed three steps.
"No, don't come over."
Master Azan smiled, "Doctor, what's wrong with you?"
The doctor shivered, "Don't come near me anymore, I beg you."
"Doctor, why are you so afraid of me? What am I doing with you?"
"You just don't come here."
Master Azan smiled, "Doctor, I just want to ask you, do you still want to commit suicide? If you still want to commit suicide, I will help you think of other better ways. Because according to the current situation, cut the carotid artery. Neither does jumping off the building suit you well."
The doctor shook his head vigorously, "No! I don't want to commit suicide. I changed my mind. I don't want to die, I want to live."
Master Azan said, "Doctor, it seems that you are sure not to commit suicide?"
The doctor nodded, "Yes, although it is humiliating to live, I still choose to live."