他说我病了,因为在他眼中,谁都是病人。10月26号,秋风清爽地抚摸着大地,阳光明媚,但这暖暖的阳光可不会让所有人都感觉舒服。12栋清心苑搬进新的房客,当他下车时,全身颤抖地抽噎着,他挣脱旁边的医护人员,近乎疯狂地冲进大楼,在大厅角落里蜷缩着,嘴里不住地念叨些什么,几名医护人员冲上来,半拉半扛地把他弄进房间。“编号510076,三十四岁,一家刚 He said I was ill because in his eyes, everyone was a patient. On October 26, the autumn wind plucked the land with a refreshing touch. The sun was bright, but the warm sunshine did not make everyone feel comfortable. The 12 Qing Xin Yuan moved into a new tenant and when he got out of the car, he trembled with a trembling motion. He broke free from the nearby medical staff and rushed into the building in a frenzied manner. He curled up in the corner of the hall and murmured something in his mouth. Several medical staff rushed in and half dragged him into the room. ”Number 510076, thirty-four, just one