In the nurses' station, the screens of the two mobile phones glowed faintly in the darkness.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and then, Vanilla turned on the flashlight switch on her phone and shone it around.

Unexpectedly, the outage didn't alarm too many people. On the one hand, the time is late, and most of the patients or accompanying family members and nannies are asleep. On the other hand, the lighting system of the hospital has the function of storing electricity, and at least some of the lamps have the function of lighting. It was dark at the nurses' station, but there were still some lights in the hallway. So for most people who are still awake, they feel at most that the light outside is dimmed (which is a good thing for people who want to sleep), but they don't notice the power outage.

This is true for lighting systems, and even more so for medical systems, whether it's electronics or ventilators. The hospital's electronic systems are powered by backup power just in case. So although the power outage was sudden, it didn't cause any crisis.

But for the two nurses, the situation was completely different.

"Vanilla-sensei...... It's ......," the intern gasped and stammered. "An accident, right?"

"By accident, of course. Although he was a little stunned in his heart, but with the dignity of being a class teacher, Cheng Vanilla couldn't lose face. "It's just a coincidence. She repeated.

Tens of seconds is her more exaggerated statement, but a few minutes is certainly fine. The hospital's power storage system is also limited in duration, so the hospital's electricians are on standby 24 hours a day to quickly detect a power outage and take action as soon as possible. Although this situation is not common, in fact, vanilla is the first time to encounter it, but it is not surprising that something breaks down in the power supply system.

The nurses themselves have a plan to deal with this situation, and there will be no medical malpractice as a result.

But just by accident...... Although both of them admit that it was just an accident, it is inexplicably bottomless.

The student unconsciously used the flashlight function of the mobile phone to shine a light on the wall clock, and the time on it clearly pointed to one o'clock at midnight.

The clock on Earth is only twelve hours, so there is no such thing as "thirteen o'clock". However, there is indeed a saying that one o'clock in the middle of the night is thirteen o'clock.

Fortunately, the nurse's station was dimly lit, otherwise, Vanilla would not have dared to guarantee that the strangeness on her face would not be noticed by the students.

"Vanilla-sensei, have you heard of ......" The student's tongue was a little knotted. "That...... That one...... The story of the ghost doctor?"

This sentence is actually a stupid question. It should be noted that even if Vanilla didn't know about it, the student had already told her the relevant story two days ago.

Relying on the help of the students, she only heard the legend of the so-called "No. 13 bed on the thirteenth floor of the thirteenth building at 13 o'clock in the middle of the night" for the first time in the past few days. This is absurd nonsense, after all, Vanilla is a bit of a senior party here, so she knows the real situation. Everything about this story is nonsense. There has never been such a young doctor in the hospital who died in an accident with such and excellent medical skills, nor has there been any miracle that such and such a patient suddenly recovers without medicine. There's no ghost doctor or anything like that. If so, how could she, as a ward nurse who was always on duty, not know? Such an absurd urban legend is really not worth scrutinizing. It can only be said that this is in line with the inexplicable psychology of the people that "there must be some ghost stories in the First People's Hospital of W City", and there are no ghosts in this world.

"Go to the ward and check it out. Vanilla said. "Look it up. "This kind of emergency patrol only takes two or three minutes, just to see if the various equipment in the ward is operating normally, and to put it bluntly, to see if there is a power outage. Wait until you're done and go back to the nurse's station, and if nothing goes back by then, call the electrician downstairs.

The layout of the entire floor is a "concave" structure, with the nurse standing in the middle. In order to check the situation in the ward as soon as possible, two people on one side to ensure that the situation can be grasped as soon as possible.

The hospital at night is a little scary and silent. Maybe it's because the power of the reserve power supply is a little insufficient, maybe it's because the life of the bulb itself is nearing the end of the day, the lamp at the end of the corridor is dim, and the dark yellow light shines on the corridor, there is an inexplicable sense of coldness.

Several rooms were quiet, the lights in the wards were turned off, and the hand of vanilla did not alarm anyone, and no one seemed to notice the power outage. She wasted no time, and quickly took a look at the normal operation of several ECGs before leaving.

Bed 13 is in the fourth room.

The door of this room is facing the elevator, and the room is quiet. The other patients were almost asleep, but the old lady was still open, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, chanting words in a barely audible voice. Vanilla didn't know if the old lady had thoroughly understood her condition, but even if she didn't know her specific situation, at least she knew that she was not good this time.

She had already checked on the patient once. It is very common for patients to have a strong desire to survive, or to give up the struggle and resign themselves to fate, and she has seen many of them. But this old woman is a rare exception. When I looked at her, I had a very strong feeling that she was not struggling for herself.

She had already seen the little girl in the evening, and from the few words, it seemed that her father and mother had died in a car accident, and her grandfather had long since passed away, and now she could only be taken care of by her grandmother. If grandma died, according to the customary guardianship system, her fate would probably fall into the hands of that cousin.

Although Vanilla didn't really disbelieve that her cousin would kill her for two houses, things in this world are really uncertain. It's okay for this old lady to pass away in another ten or fifteen years, but she is really dead now, and this little girl has no power to fight back against such a malicious fate.

But who can do anything now? can only hope for a miracle.

She walked out of the room. As mentioned earlier, the façade of the ward was facing the elevator entrance, so she glanced over there with some curiosity.

I don't know if it's because of the power outage, two of the three elevators, the indicators on them are gray, obviously there is a power outage. Only one elevator had a flashing light on it, and it was coming up from the downstairs.

Outsiders may not notice that there is anything wrong with this, but Vanilla knows that the power supply of the three elevators is uniform...... That is, theoretically, either all three are operating normally together, or all three are powered off together. Of course, you can say that in the power outage just now, due to the instantaneous change in voltage, the safety devices of two of the elevators were overwhelmed and tripped, or the circuit was blown out...... This possibility does exist in theory, but in practice...... She didn't believe it herself.

Looking at the rising floor on the indicator light, Vanilla found herself standing by the door, her feet seemingly out of control and unable to move.

A gust of wind blew in through the window, blowing the curtains slightly.

She didn't notice that the hallway lights that had been extinguished by the power outage had been turned back on, or that the entire room had fallen into an unusual dead silence that was unnatural for a nearly full room. Because there are so many people, even when they are sleeping, there are always people coughing or talking in their dreams from time to time.

Her eyes were fixed on the ever-changing elevator lights, like staring at a bird with a red snake approaching.

9th Floor ...... 10th Floor ...... Eleven...... Twelve...... A baker's dozen!

"Ding Dong! the thirteenth floor is ......" A slight prompt sound came from the crack in the iron door of the elevator, and then, the elevator door opened suddenly.

White smoke erupted. It seems that a lot of white smoke has accumulated in this elevator before, so much that it is overflowing.

Then, a man in a white lab coat stepped out of the elevator.

It was a man with short hair and a large mask on his face, covering most of his face. On the bridge of his nose is a pair of metal-rimmed eyes, and he wears a white lab coat for a medical worker, although a shirt can be seen under the white coat. Underneath the white coat are blue-gray suit pants, and on the feet are a pair of brown casual shoes. Judging by the costumes, there is nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, apart from the fact that I don't know where this white smoke came from, I couldn't see anything wrong with this person. But for some reason, vanilla feels nothing but fear. Her palms unconsciously clenched into fists, and her joints turned white. She didn't say a word, and it felt like a cold wind blowing through the room that sent shivers through her soul.

"Where's the patient?" asked the man dressed as a doctor. Although his voice was slightly muffled, he could tell that it was a young voice. Although it was just a sentence, it was vanilla, but it was a completely unfamiliar voice, which she had never heard before this moment. It wasn't the doctor on call in the hospital (in fact, the doctor on duty slept in the watch room), nor was it any of the doctors she was familiar with.

Or rather, no doctor would have taken the elevator at this point in time. Apart from...... The one in the ghost story!

Vanilla wanted to speak, to rebuke the stupid deception, but the indescribable force grabbed her throat, preventing her from making even the slightest sound. Her gaze swept around in vain, not seeing even a hint of anything suspicious. Was it a prank? But she couldn't see it.

The stranger, dressed as a doctor, walked out of the stairwell under Vanilla's gaze, through the door, to the nearest ward. Vanilla tries to keep up, but finds herself completely unable to move. She could only watch as the other approached the ward. Then—I can't tell you how long it took—he walked out of the room again.

"Take care of the sick. The doctor said something meaningless, and then pressed the elevator switch without hesitation. The elevator doors opened, and he walked in.

When the lights on the elevator showed that the elevator had returned to the first floor, Vanilla found herself slumped to the ground, her feet as soft as cotton, and she could barely hold herself up, even though the students tried very hard to support her.

It was not clear when this student of hers had come from, but Vanilla's attention had been drawn to the strange doctor just now. By the time she came to her senses, the strange doctor had left, and the student was already with her. Relying on her, Vanilla was able to hold up in the nurse's station.

"Vanilla-sensei," unlike her, although this intern was also trembling slightly, her eyes were sparkling unconsciously. "I just ......," she said with a hard stride. "Filmed!"