The fifth floor of the hospital is the critical ward. There are protective bars outside the windows and the ward doors have been specially reinforced.
"It is now 12:30 in the morning, and our treatment will start at 12:44 in the morning." Dr. Gao opened the medicine bottle on the table: "Before the treatment starts, please take one pill for each patient."
There are only four pills in Dr. Gao's medicine bottle. Apart from the fact that the two doctors do not need to take the medicine, there is still one pill left for Chen Ge.
Putting the empty medicine bottle on the ground, Dr. Gao took out a new bottle of medicine from his pocket.
From the appearance point of view, there is no difference between the two bottles of medicine.
While Dr. Gao was unpacking, Dr. Sun, who was sitting next to Chen Ge, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket: "I still have some left here."
He poured out a pill from his medicine bottle. The surface of the pill was pure white, but dense black thin lines could be vaguely seen in the pill.
When Dr. Gao saw this, he reached out to stop him: "Chen Ge's condition has improved. He only needs to take half a tablet."
"Half a tablet?" Dr. Sun gave Dr. Gao a confused look. He should know the treatment steps in advance.
"Yes, only half a tablet is needed." Dr. Gao seemed worried.
"This is different from the dean's request." Dr. Sun shook his head expressionlessly: "Although you are his attending doctor, the dean still has the final say on some things."
He stood up and stuffed the pill into Chen Ge's mouth. Chen Ge could feel the pill rubbing against his lips, but what made him feel strange was that Dr. Sun didn't feed him the pill, but just used his hands to
His mouth was blocked, and the pill was still sandwiched between Dr. Sun's fingers.
Doctor Sun retracted his palm, and Chen Ge subconsciously made a swallowing motion.
Medications with thin black lines can make people go crazy and lose their mind. Chen Ge knows this clearly. Now Dr. Sun doesn't want to feed him medicine, and has secretly deceived Dr. Gao and other patients.
This fact made Chen Ge quite concerned. Doctor Sun sitting next to him seemed to have no intention of harming him.
"Ever since I entered the hospital, someone would knock on the door every night. The knock on the door corresponded to the number of days I spent in the hospital. As if they were worried that I would get lost, they came to remind me every night."
"Yesterday I knocked five times. Today the person who knocked on the door should have knocked six times. Coincidentally, when Dr. Sun entered the house, he knocked on the door six times."
"Is this his way of telling me that he's the one knocking on the door?"
There was lightning and thunder outside the window, but the ward was eerily quiet. Seven people sat in a circle. Except for Chen Ge and the two doctors, the other patients had their heads lowered, as if they were asleep.
"They should be taking normal white medicine. The bottle of medicine that Doctor Gao puts on the table now is a replaced medicine with a black thin line hidden inside it." Before the treatment started, Chen Ge had already noticed something was wrong.
According to what Dr. Gao said before, if a patient gets sick, others must work together to feed him the medicine on the table.
But it is obvious that the bottle of medicine on the table is not a normal white pill, but a medicine mixed with black silk thread. The more the medicine is taken, the more the patient will lose control.
If the treatment continues like this, the final result is likely to be that the patient who takes medicine crazily will kill everyone in the room.
Chen Ge narrowed his eyes. He suddenly remembered a detail. When Dr. Gao entered the ward, he casually hung the key next to the ward door. This was as if he was encouraging the patient to get it.
"Patients who have swallowed a large amount of medicine with a thin black thread and completely lost control will kill everyone in the ward and leave with the key next to the door..."
The more Chen Ge thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. If Dr. Sun had not stopped him, Dr. Gao would have given him the medicine with a thin black line at the beginning, but he would definitely have been the first one to lose control.
The first person loses control. After losing control, he is controlled by the patient and fed more drugs with black threads, and then he becomes even more crazy.
The end result is that Chen Ge will kill all the patients in the room, and then take the key and start hunting the patients crazily.
If Chen Ge really does this, his humanity will be completely wiped out, all persistence will become a sin that cannot be washed away on him, and he will never be the same person again.
"All patients have taken the medicine. Next, please remember the number on your chair. The number is your name." Dr. Gao took off his watch and placed it next to the medicine bottle: "Twelve four in the morning.
Treatment started at fourteen minutes and forty-four seconds."
All the patients and the hospital looked at the metal dial. The room was very quiet, and gradually the only sound was the moving hands.
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
The moment the pointer crossed a certain number, Chen Ge felt an indescribable sleepiness welling up in his mind.
His eyelids became heavy and he closed them involuntarily, but he soon realized that he could never fall asleep now and had to stay awake.
As soon as his eyes closed, he opened them again, and the whole process didn't even take a second.
But in just this second, great changes seemed to have taken place in the ward.
He himself couldn't tell what was different, he just felt vaguely uncomfortable, as if the ward they were in now was not the same ward as the previous one.
"It is now twelve forty-four minutes and forty-four seconds in the morning, and the treatment has officially begun." Dr. Gao's voice seemed different from before, stiff and cold, like an emotionless corpse.
"You all are suffering from severe delusions. I called you here today because I want to provide unified treatment for you."
"Don't be nervous. Next I will play a little game with you. You just need to make a choice based on what you really want to do."
Dr. Gao's voice did not contain any emotion. He first looked at Dr. Fang, who was sitting on the 1st floor: "On April 1st, you were working the night shift at Xinhai Central Hospital. You have been restless these days. You always feel like someone is there.
Look at you. At 12:45 in the evening, you got up for the seventeenth time and came to the window and looked outside."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Dr. Gao suddenly paused. After a long interval, he pointed to the window of the ward: "Go and see what is outside the window?"
Dr. Fang, who had taken the medicine and had some abnormal eyesight, stood up from the No. 1 position, held on to the wall and came to the window.
The moment he opened the window, a bolt of lightning flashed across his cheek, illuminating the interior of the ward and the downstairs of the hospital.
"Ah!" Dr. Fang exclaimed. He grabbed the edge of the window sill with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would jump down accidentally.
"You got up and came to the window for the seventeenth time, and what did you see?" Dr. Gao's tone did not change at all. At this time, he was like a corpse among the living.
"There is a madman downstairs who keeps laughing. He is waving to me! He wants me to jump down!" Dr. Fang's voice was not loud, and he felt like he was almost out of breath when he spoke.
"Now you have two choices before you. Jump down to find him? Or let him come up to you?" In Chen Ge's opinion, the two options mentioned by Dr. Gao have no choice at all. This is the fifth floor. Jump down.
If you go down, you will definitely die. If you want to survive, you can only choose to let the opponent come up.
There was no need to hesitate at the question, but Dr. Fang began to think seriously, and drops of sweat slid down his cheeks.
His body continued to tremble, and in the end he did not make a choice, but collapsed on the ground.
Dr. Gao didn't speak, and it wasn't until Dr. Fang got up again, hiding behind the curtains and looking outside, that he asked again: "Is that person still downstairs?"
"He's gone, he's gone." Dr. Fang looked horrified and sat back on chair No. 1.
No one knew where the monster downstairs went, and Dr. Gao didn't ask Dr. Fang any more questions, but Dr. Fang stared at the door of the ward, as if the madman would knock on the door after a while.
Moving his eyes, Dr. Gao looked at Patient No. 2 again: "At 12:46 in the evening, you came to Xinhai Central Hospital to investigate an old case. You have been looking for clues these days, and finally all the information was
Pointing to this hospital. You were convinced that the murderer was hiding in the hospital. When you stood downstairs and looked up, you saw a doctor closing the curtains in a panic."
Dr. Gao's eyes wandered between Dr. Fang and Patient No. 2: "Take a closer look to see if that doctor's face looks the same as his."
The patient sitting in chair No. 2 raised his head. His face was pale and he looked much older than his actual age.
Patient No. 2 stared at Dr. Fang. After looking for a long time, he shook his head.
Calm returned to the ward, and the sound of the moving hands of the mechanical watch rang in my ears. I don't know how long it took, but Dr. Gao once again said to Patient No. 2: "At 12:47 in the evening, I picked up the patient outside your hospital building.
A letter asking for help, a boy’s sister was stabbed by a patient, and the patient was hiding in a certain ward. The description in the letter is somewhat similar to the case you have been pursuing, and you entered the hospital with the letter. "
Patient No. 2's condition is not very stable. He shakes his head mechanically, as if he doesn't want to believe anything.
"Put your hand into your sleeve to see if the letter is still there?" Dr. Gao's voice sounded as the hands crossed. The middle-aged male patient No. 2 subconsciously put his hand into his sleeve, and he took out a wrinkled piece of paper.
of white paper.
Looking at the content on the white paper, Patient No. 2 grabbed his hair fiercely, his eyes gradually turned red, and it seemed that he might lose control at any time.
"What's on the letter?" Dr. Gao didn't care about the condition of Patient No. 2, and his tone of voice didn't change.
Patient No. 2, whose eyes were red, put the letter on the table, and the words "Save me" were written crookedly on the whole piece of paper.
Those words must have been written by a child. When he saw those words, Chen Ge felt that familiar feeling in his heart, as if the words were written by him when he was a child.
"Now you have two choices before you, enter the hospital to save him, or enter the hospital to kill him."
After Dr. Gao said this, he stopped paying attention to Patient No. 2.
He himself was sitting in chair number three, and now he looked at the patient in chair number four.
There is a female patient sitting on chair No. 4. She looks very thin, and the hospital gown looks very loose on her body.
"At 12:49 in the evening, you were attacked by a patient in your brother's ward. He strangled your neck." Dr. Gao took away the butterfly folded from a tissue in the hand of Patient No. 4 and pinched it.
Paper butterfly wings.
He slowly exerted force with his hands, and the body of the paper butterfly was slowly torn apart.
Looking at the butterfly being torn open bit by bit in Dr. Gao's hand, Patient No. 4 seemed to be suffocating. It seemed that Dr. Gao was not tearing the butterfly apart at this time, but tearing her neck.
There was no blood on her face, and the sound of a dying person struggling came from the throat of Patient No. 4. She waved desperately to Dr. Gao, but she did not dare to snatch the paper butterfly from Dr. Gao's hand.
"You are in pain. You long for someone to save you, but you don't dare to ask for help because the murderer said that as long as you speak, he will kill you and your brother." Dr. Gao placed the paper butterfly that was about to be torn apart.
On the table: "Now you have two choices before you. Take the initiative to hit the murderer's sharp knife and let your brother escape and seek help; or push your brother onto the tip of the knife and run out of the ward yourself."
Patient No. 4's breathing became rapid. She seemed to be really stuck in this problem. She was in great pain and discomfort at this time.
Stroking the wings of the paper butterfly with his fingers, Dr. Gao looked at Patient No. 5 again: "At 12:50 in the evening, you stood outside the door of a ward. In the ward lived the person you loved most, and her
younger brother."
Patient No. 5 is about the same age as Chen Ge. He doesn't like to talk, his hands are calloused, and he seems to be very good at making props.
"You struggled for a long time and finally made up your mind to enter the ward to see her. But when you opened the door to the ward, you saw a madman holding a sharp knife who wanted to kill the brother of the person you loved most.
That man is begging for madness."
"Now you have two choices before you. Pull away the person you love most and take her away; or rush over and fight the madman and die for her brother."
Dr. Gao observed the changes in the expression of Patient No. 5. When he was about to look away, Patient No. 5 suddenly spoke: "I choose to rush over and fight the madman."
Among the several patients, Patient No. 5 was the only one who really made a choice.
"Are you sure? You might actually die."
"I'm sure, I seem to have done this once before." After Patient No. 5 finished speaking, he became silent again. His hands were firmly grasped together, and blood was oozing from the small wounds on his palms.
Doctor Gao finally looked at Chen Ge: "At 12:52, you stabbed No. 5 in the heart with a sharp knife. After killing No. 5, you killed No. 4 and her brother."
With strong fingers, Dr. Gao tore the paper butterfly on the table in half: "Then you grabbed the bleeding knife and rushed out of the ward. You saw No. 2 in the corridor. After killing No. 2, you were on duty as a night shift doctor.
I saw No. 1 in the room."
The ticking sound of the mechanical watch lingered in his ears, and Chen Ge's vision slowly became blurred. He pressed his hands firmly on the table, but he couldn't help but stand up.
The mechanical watch on the table is still moving, and the time on the dial is 0:51:44.