1004: C1004 The Symbol of Identity

C1004 The Symbol of Identity

The weasel argued, "No, no, no. I'm just depressed."

The doctor said, "No, no, no. You have nothing to do with depression. You are simply single for too long."

The weasel asked, "Why are you so stubborn?"

The doctor asked, "Why are you so strange?"

The weasel: "F * ck you, why don't you give me another one?"

The doctor said, "Why are you scolding me? I think you are sick and crazy. Hurry up and go out. Don't delay the patient's treatment later!"

The weasel said, "F * ck you, do you know who I am? I am a weasel, and you and your family don't want to live anymore?"

The doctor said, "You... You're a weasel..."

The weasel said, "What, it doesn't look like it? Do you need me to call a few hundred brothers over to prove it to you right now!?"

The doctor: "No, no, no, I believe you. I believe you."

The name of the weasel was definitely known by everyone in Nanjiang. Even a three-year-old child would know that the big brother of Nanjiang was an animal called a weasel.

Seeing the other party's reaction, the weasel felt very pleased. "Then let me ask you again, do I have depression?"

The doctor hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes. Whatever Brother Huang says is what it is. Brother Huang has the final say in the diagnosis. Not to mention depression, even if I am pregnant, I will write it down for you!"

"F * ck you, you're only pregnant. Hurry up and write another diagnosis report and write down severe depression!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll write it down right away."

Finally, the weasel walked out of the hospital with a diagnosis written with "severe depression" written on it in satisfaction.

Looking at the three words Depression, the weasel felt very happy.

Because in his opinion, depression was a very meaningful symbol.

Since ancient times, depression was the standard for those literary poet and celebrities in the entertainment industry.

The weasel claimed to be a cultured person. How could he not have depression as a standard?

"Hey, Sister Loong, I want to take a few days off. I'm sick."

The weasel took out his phone and called Loong Xiaomann.

"Ah? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Is it serious? How long can you live?"

Loong Xiaomann said in surprise on the other end of the phone.

The weasel sighed lightly. "I have depression."

"Depression?"

The weasel was stunned. "Yes, severe depression!"

The weasel said with a tone of despair, "Sister Loong, please help me keep this matter a secret. I don't want too many people to know, and I don't want people to worry about me."

Loong Xiaomann said on the other end of the phone, "Okay, I'll keep it a secret for you. You should rest at home for the next few days. You can work after you've recovered."

"Thank you, Sister Loong. Remember to keep it a secret. Don't post it on your WeChat Moments."

"Why would I post it on my WeChat Moments?"

After hanging up the phone, the weasel called Zhou Ahhu again. "Brother Hu, let me tell you something. You must keep it a secret for me."

"I'm suffering from depression. I'm suffering from severe depression. The doctor said that I only have 80 years left to live. Don't let anyone else know about this. I don't want everyone to worry about me."

Zhou Ahhu's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone. "Don't bother me with something big. If you're sick, go and treat it. Let's do this first. We're busy!"

After calling Zhou Ahhu, the weasel called Yang Xuan again. " Hello, Brother Yang, there's something you have to keep a secret for me. I'm suffering from depression..."

The weasel made over thirty calls in one breath, telling everyone to keep the matter of him suffering from depression a secret.

Then, the weasel posted on his WeChat Moments. The accompanying picture was a half-burnt cigarette in his hand. Then, he wrote, Only the cigarette between my fingers can understand my heart. Who can understand the pain in my heart?

At the end of the post, there was a bracket. There was a note: You don't need to ask me what happened. There are some things that can only be endured alone.

After posting this post, the weasel clicked on his phone every two minutes to see if anyone gave him a thumbs-up or left a message.

However, after waiting for more than two hours, his post was still as calm as water. There were no likes or comments.

The weasel replied on his WeChat Moments: Thank you for your concern for me, everyone. I'll definitely get better.

After replying, the weasel waited left and right, but there was not a single message expressing his condolences. Furthermore, there was still no reply or likes.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.

The weasel grabbed the phone. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he impatiently said, "I say, Little Melon, it's actually enough that you have such a heart."

"I'm fine. Really, I'm fine. You don't have to worry. Sigh, out of all my little brothers, you're the most considerate."

"If you insist on coming over later, just push the door open. The door isn't locked. Oh right, it's fine as long as you come empty-handed. My nutritional supplement can't cure it."

At this moment, on the other end of the phone was a young man in his early twenties.

He didn't come back to his senses until the call ended.

He called the weasel. He just wanted to ask about something, why did he suddenly run away?

From what Brother Huang said, it seemed like... he was sick?

"F * ck!"

After he reacted, the young man fiercely slapped his thigh and hurriedly rushed out of a temporary wooden house beside the riverbank. He drove his newly bought Mercedes-Benz straight to the supermarket. After buying a large pile of nutritional products, he went straight to the weasel's villa.

This person had a huge head. From afar, it looked like there was a melon on his neck, and he also had a baby face, so he had the nickname Little Melon.

Little Melon was a foreigner, and his family was very poor. His parents were not educated, and he lived in the countryside by working in the farmers. He was an honest man.

However, Little Melon's personality was the exact opposite of the old couple. He had been careless and fierce since he was young.

Before he finished his middle school studies, he secretly took the money from his family and went to the city by himself.

Because he was young, it was very difficult to find a job. After walking around, he found a laborer job in the sand mining factory on the riverbank.

At that time, the weasel had Qin He as his backing and was already a small and famous gang leader.

Once, the weasel ran to the sand mining factory to collect protection fees. Coincidentally, he ran into the sand mining factory's boss who had something to do and went out, leaving the 14-15 year old little potato to look at him.

At that time, Little Melon had already earned the recognition of the sand mining plant's owner with his intelligence. He let Little Melon be the supervisor and the number of points. He could be considered a leader in terms of size.

The weasel brought a few punks out of a second-hand Volkswagen Jetta leisurely. He held a white paper folding fan in his hand, wore a red vest, and stepped on white tourist shoes.1

They walked around the construction site, but they did not see the figure of the Battlefield boss. Instead, they saw Little Melon with a huge head with a small notebook carefully counting the sand and stone data.

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