我抡起一把斧头,朝这个庸医的背砍下去。去死吧,去死吧,你拿了我的钱,还说我的病治不好了,你去死吧!他倒在地上,露出了难以置信的僵硬的表情。我哈哈大笑,朝他的头颅再砍一下,鲜血直溅,我砍下他的双手,满地猩红。我哈哈大笑,这颗脑袋没用,不要了罢,这双手不配拿手术刀,不要了罢。我的笑声回荡在空荡荡的医院里,庸医的尸体渐渐冰冷,我满脸的鲜血渐渐凝结。这群庸医,我呸!一群病患围上来,跳舞。他们庆祝, I picked up an ax, cut back toward the quack. Go to hell, go to hell, you took my money, and said my ill-health is not good, you go to hell! He fell to the ground with an unbelievably stiff expression. I laughed, cut his head again, blood splash, I cut his hands, scarlet. I laughed, this head useless, do not stop, hands do not deserve scalpel, do not stop. My laughter echoed in the empty hospital, quacks body gradually cold, my face blood gradually condensed. This group of quack, I 呸! A group of patients around, dancing. They celebrate,