The ward is cramped and sleepy, and the space under the bed is a bit narrow, but it is not difficult to accommodate two squatting people.
A pair of warm slippers were placed beside the bed. There were also items such as a kettle, a plastic box, and a urinal under the bed. Zhao Yijiu pushed these items away with a knife in disgust, leaving enough room for the two of them.
The audience was divided into two parts. One part stayed to look at Ren Yi, unwilling to miss the appearance of the "big clue" in the diary. The other part focused on the fixed perspective of the intensive care unit, wanting to see the director being attacked by a ghost again.
The look of attack.
To be honest, ever since the benefits of protecting the dean were studied, they have not seen the miserable dean in several episodes. They even saw a case where a guest knocked the dean unconscious and kept him with him throughout the whole process to prevent him from running around.
So, before the dean came in, they first saw Yu Xing, whose painting style was very strange.
[I never expected that he would turn out to be a fool after he stopped pretending to be a newbie]
[Are you a fool? Why do I think the way he talks to ghosts is so cool, as if he doesn’t take ghosts seriously]
[Haha, that’s because the ghosts in the hospital can’t kill the guests. Try another deduction? Does he dare to jump like this?]
[As an old fan, I will put my words here, he dares]
[It’s so sinister. I covered the ghost’s head with a quilt. The dean probably won’t be able to find out the clues in advance]
[Tell me a joke, "Save the dean"]
[Thank you, I laughed to death already]
It was not that the audience didn't sympathize with the dean's experience at first, especially when they speculated on the truth, there were many people who liked the dean.
But I couldn't help but have seen the dean's death too many times, and no matter how sympathetic I was, I became numb.
They are more concerned about whether there will be another star performer whose live broadcast style suits their taste in the future, whether there will be new fun to watch, new routines to learn, and new experiences to collect.
Outside the door, a burst of rapid breathing that was no longer blocked could be heard. After Yu Xing hid, he looked up. The ghost on the bed seemed to be sitting up because of their invisible actions. The bed board shook for a while.
This will not affect the pace of the director running in outside the intensive care unit.
About ten seconds later, the ajar door was roughly pushed open. The door swung, and just as it was about to hit the wall, it was held in place by a pair of hands. A slightly fat figure walked in with his back hooked.
The shirt and suit pants were in tatters, with lots of blood stains on them.
Yu Xing saw the visitor's feet for the first time. There were no shoes on the feet, and some broken glass was sparsely inserted on the insteps. I don't know if there were any on the soles of the feet. In short, every step he took would leave a bloody footprint on the ground.
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The visitor stepped in cautiously, closed the door of the intensive care unit, turned around, leaned against the door and gasped loudly.
Yu Xing used the Dream Dream to poke a hole in the quilt hanging down in front of him. After thinking about it, he poked another one.
From this angle, Yu Xing could already see the appearance of the person coming.
This is a middle-aged man about forty years old, with wheat-colored skin, single eyelids, and a pair of glasses with a complete lens missing. There are a few drops of blood on the right lens, and the left lens has been broken, leaving only
The lower half is alone and embedded in the frame.
His left arm seemed to be the most seriously injured. The wounds on the flesh and the holes in his shirt were exposed to the air. He grinned in pain and locked the door with his backhand. While recovering his breathing rate, he listened and put his ear against the door panel to pay attention.
The movement outside.
He seemed to be afraid that things outside would find traces of it, but in fact... Yu Xing looked at the bloody footprints on the ground.
I’m afraid it’s useless no matter how quiet you say it. Haven’t you been leaving marks along the way?
Zhao Yijiu took two steps back to prevent the director from seeing the legs under the bed through the quilt hanging from the hospital bed.
To be honest, if the dean was so scared that his legs were weak and he squatted down or sat against the wall, he would definitely come face to face with Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiao under the bed and have a cordial and friendly eye contact.
Fortunately, the dean held on and did not give the two people below a chance to leave a shadow in his heart.
Not only did he hold on, the director also noticed the patient on the bed after taking a moment to relax. His attention was instantly attracted by the electrocardiogram display. On the screen, the patient's heartbeat was weak, like a dying person.
"No...I'm going to die, you can't die here." The dean murmured, walking towards the hospital bed in a daze.
Zhao Yijiu calmly listened to the dean's words "I'm going to die" one after another, and then walked over with blood that could easily arouse the ferocity of ghosts. Feeling the increasingly obvious vibrations of the bed board, the anti-killer he took out in his hand flashed into silence.
of black light.
The dean still adheres to his original intention of caring for patients. Even in such a critical situation, he does not want to implicate innocent patients. He hesitates whether to change rooms to hide in order not to bring ghosts in and harm others.
But the ghost outside didn't seem to catch up. What if he showed up at this time and was discovered?
The dean was very troubled, and his troubled expression fell into the eyes of Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu.
Quite professional ethics. Yu Xing thought and looked a little more relaxed.
The dean seemed to have finally decided to leave, but before leaving, he had to at least confirm the patient's condition so that he wouldn't die because there was no doctor to care for him.
The dean awkwardly pushed up his glasses with only the right lens, and walked closer and closer.
He frowned when he saw the quilt shaking. Which medical staff covered a patient with a quilt like this? Isn't this suffocating?
With almost no hesitation, the dean walked to the bed and stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt.
He instantly met a pair of turbid and terrifying eyes. The patient's eyes were bloodshot, and a large area of darkness fell under them. The deep eye lines made those eyes particularly conspicuous.
"You!" The dean was startled and immediately wanted to retreat, because he not only saw the terrifying eyes, but also saw the corpse spots on the old man's body!
"You are already dead!" The dean lived up to expectations and shouted the death doorbell in a high-pitched voice. The next second, his move to leave was blocked by a withered hand, which was so thin that only skin and bones remained.
At first glance, it looks like a skeleton, but the dense blood vessels under the skin are still beating.
But when it grabbed the dean's arm, it was so powerful that he couldn't get away no matter what. He put on a pain mask and didn't dare to shout for help. After all, he had been asking for help in Corridor 4 for a long time, but no one came.
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The corpse lifted the quilt and sat up.
"Please, please... don't come to me, okay? I've never harmed you, why do you have to die with me?" The dean collapsed and cried softly. The old man on the hospital bed originally looked at
Facing the direction directly opposite him, he heard the dean's voice and turned his head little by little.
There was an overwhelming sound of inhalation from the ventilator, like the patient's last struggle. The old man's face was gloomy, and he covered the mask with his free hand and slowly took it off.
The sound of breathing stopped instantly, and the electrocardiogram instrument made a long beep, followed by a long, flat line that could not be seen to the end.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The dean looked at the flat line that symbolized physical death and the end of life, and was stunned for a moment.
"Are you cursing me to death?" The old man said hoarsely, his voice as good as scratching glass, "Are you cursing me to death?"
The dean came back to his senses, shook his head and said in panic: "No...I don't...I just want to see you."
"You still have the nerve to look at me!? I'm afraid you're just trying to see if I'm dead and if your burden has disappeared!" The old man growled lowly, with malicious malice flashing in his eyes, "You follow me
How about dying together?"
When Yu Xing heard it, he felt something was wrong with the taste.
What does this old man seem to be alluding to?
Why did he say that he was a burden to the director, and even mentioned the words "you have the nerve to come and see me"? This was not like a conversation between a patient and the hospital director, but rather... thinking of some kind of closer blood relationship.
Beside the bed, the dean was confused for a moment, and then as if he suddenly saw something, he said in shock: "You, you are my dad!?"
A certain constraint was invisibly broken. Not only did the dean think of something, and they were very close, but a picture also appeared in front of Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu, who were also in this space.
Or an "impression".
One day a long time ago, the dean was walking on the way to his father's ward. He seemed relatively relaxed at first, but at this moment, a medical staff bumped into him in a hurry.
He was just about to scold the little nurse with a straight face and tell him not to run in the corridor next time, otherwise it would be bad if he bumped into a patient, but when the nurse saw his face, he breathed a sigh of relief and became more worried.
Nervous conflicted expression.
But no matter how hard it was to speak, the nurse immediately became firm and spoke quickly: "Dean! Your father... is dying! The director and the others are already preparing to rescue him!"
Like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, the dean immediately threw his legs and rushed towards the ward. However, when he went, the old man over sixty years old was being pushed to the emergency room. His colleagues and subordinates were busy,
It's a mess.
The dean finally caught a glimpse of his father at the door of the emergency room, and his father also saw him. Their eyes only met for a moment before they were blocked by the back of his white coat.
He saw the tension, unwillingness, reluctance, despair, and nostalgia in the old man's eyes.
The dean could tell that Dad didn't want to die.
Even after three years of being bedridden, facing an immobile body, painful treatments, constant surgeries to extend his life, and sky-high expenses, the old man still didn't want to die.
He wanted to rush up and hold his father's hand, telling him that he would wait for him to come out and would never give up on him.
A few days ago, when he got off work and went to accompany his father, the old man began to ask him frequently if he felt that he was a burden that he could not get rid of, and if he had long wanted to send him to die quickly.
The father and son knew very well that without his seriously ill father, the dean would have lived a much better life than he does now. He would not have been unable to see his wife and children for several days, and he would not have had a high salary but still lived in poverty.
Faced with this problem, the old man was very scared. Although he was dragging everyone down, he still didn't want to die. He really wanted to live, even if such a life had no freedom, no mobility... nothing.
The dean knew that my father had been fearful and resentful, and he only thought that his father was insecure, so he patiently answered over and over again, saying that he would not abandon him and that he loved him.
Unexpectedly, his father had a premonition of this day coming.
The dean was sitting at the door of the emergency room, his mind in a blur. Maybe misfortunes never come singly. There was bad news that one of the dean's patients was in bad condition and needed surgery immediately.
Although the director is already the top leader of the hospital, he is also a doctor who specializes in surgery. He usually looks after several patients in person. Apart from him, it is difficult for others to quickly understand the patient's condition, and it is easy for something to happen.
The director was stunned. When he came to his senses, he had already put on surgical clothes and was standing in the operating room.
This was an extremely labor-intensive operation. He performed it for seven hours. When it was all over, the same nurse told him with a pale face...
"Your father, resuscitation has failed."
"Confirmed death."
The dean remembered that one day, his father pulled him.
"If one day I am going to die, you must stay by my side at the last moment." The old man lay stiffly on the bed, tears rolling down his face that was disfigured by the pain, parting from both sides and rolling into his temples.
It passed by the scalp that was bald due to chemotherapy, and finally seeped into the pillow.
"I'm afraid of death... You must stay with me... When I look at you, maybe... I won't be so afraid."
"You must promise me to watch me die before leaving, and don't leave dad alone..." the old man repeated again and again, almost persistently.
The director didn't know what he had experienced after coming out of the operating room. He only remembered that his face was twisted, and he sadly pulled the rescue doctors and asked them: "Did my father say anything before he died?"
At first, these doctors didn't want to say anything, but in the end, a doctor who usually had the best relationship with the director confessed to him.
"Your dad keeps asking." The doctor patted him, "He asked where you are and why you didn't come."
"He's asking if you're coming soon. He's been asking this question as long as he's conscious."
"In the end, he started to cry. He said he knew you wouldn't come and watch this ugly old man die. He said he knew you didn't want to spend money to treat him. He also said...
..." I don't know if it was an illusion, but the dean looked at his doctor friend and felt that the look on his face was becoming more and more like his father's look when he was extremely insecure.
"You are hypocritical and unfilial." The doctor friend showed a weird smile, "He was so afraid of death that before he left, he started calling your name again and asked you to forgive him. He said he was wrong and shouldn't let you spend so much time.
"Money, I shouldn't accuse you, he's so scared. He wants you to stay with him until he dies, instead of staying in a cold emergency room with a few strangers wrapped up tightly."
"What about you?" The dean could hardly make a sound.
"We called you, you were busy." The doctor friend answered him, "That's why you were so scared when your father died. You know, as a responsible doctor, I can even tell you that he was not in his final body.
He died because his functions disappeared, but he died of fear."
"Haha, that's amazing. It's the first time I saw such a person. He was scared to death, hahaha."
The words of the doctor friend gradually blurred, just like the scene around him, and the dean suddenly discovered that except the doctor friend, everyone else was missing.
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"Huh..." A breath of release came from Yu Xing's mouth. This story was a bit heavy and made people feel depressed.
Sick old people will change their personality drastically due to various uneasiness and fears. Even if they know that they are selfish, they still want to seize the possibility of living.
Wanting to live is natural and instinctive.
As for the dean, he fulfilled his duty as a child, and there was nothing to blame at all. It was just that at the last moment, when he knew that his father was about to lose his strength, the dean chose the former between "responsibility" and "family affection".
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Who is at fault?
The only thing wrong with this story is that the dean asked the doctor how he felt at the end. If what he saw were the real memories that the dean remembered at this moment, this might be part of the truth.
The old man on the bed in the intensive care unit was completely different from the one in the dean's memory, which is why the dean did not recognize it. In other words, it was not the dean's father in the first place, but in the hospital of fear, it became
A reflection of the dean’s inner fear.
It grabbed the dean's hand and said hysterically: "Are you willing to accompany me now!!"