A week went by almost in a flash.

What happened before didn't make any waves. Perhaps, as Director Huang said, the hospital's top management does not want this kind of mistake to be publicized. Therefore, it is normal that the few people who know about it are almost silent, and even if a young intern spreads it on the Internet, in fact, it proves that it cannot set off a storm at all. And let's be honest, not so much as making waves, but not much at all.

After all, that video doesn't say anything from the perspective of a dispassionate third party.

Two days after the old lady was discharged from the hospital, a middle-aged man was replaced by bed No. 13. Around forty years old, he has a wife and children, a father and a mother. Although the family's mood is relatively calm, his disease is already in the advanced stage of esophageal cancer, and the whole body has begun to metastasize.

To put it mildly, with the current means of treatment, there is no help.

Although it was still hidden from the patient, the doctor had secretly informed the family of the illness - a maximum of nine months, a minimum of three months. A cruel, but generally accurate number.

Whether it is the gray-haired old father and mother, or the wife who accompanies him, they are just barely pretending to be calm. However, as soon as they are out of the patient's sight, especially when other relatives come to visit, tears simply fall down like beads.

But as mentioned earlier, in a place like oncology, this kind of situation is not commonplace, if not commonplace, at least not surprising. In the entire ward, this patient's condition was by no means the first, nor was it the last.

This time, it is not clear for what reason, Vanilla has deliberately proofread the patient's examination. It was impossible to go wrong this time because the patient went to a different hospital (which is common for cancer patients). You say that the medical staff in a certain hospital made a mistake and misdiagnosed, and that is normal. But if you go to two or three tertiary hospitals, then all of them are misdiagnosed......

Even if you say that, I don't think anyone will believe it.

The night shift of the nurses on the thirteenth floor usually takes turns once every ten days, but this time, Vanilla changed shifts with her colleagues, so she came to the night shift on this night.

Moreover, this day is the thirteenth of this month.

The night was peaceful, with no surprises other than an allergic reaction to a patient who had just undergone surgery. But such a patient is troublesome enough. The patient came out of the operation at 6 o'clock and began to have an allergic reaction at 9 o'clock in the evening, which did not calm down until after 11 o'clock. The toss is exhausting. Luckily, there was an intern who helped out - although the student liked the stuff, he was still very good at business.

By the time the wind calmed down and I sat at the nurse's station, it was past twelve o'clock in the evening.

Unlike the last time, this time there were three people at the nurses' station, a colleague and a student. Although there is no difference between three people and two people, it is strangely reassuring.

Time passed little by little, and several nurses sat in the nurses' station playing with their mobile phones to pass the time. At the same time, some daily nursing work is carried out. In addition to them, there is a doctor on duty, but the doctor says that he is on duty, but in fact he can sleep in the duty room.

The time was approaching one o'clock in the morning, and Vanilla's eyes took off her phone from time to time to look at the wall clock on the wall. Despite the fact that her phone also has a chronograph function, she still goes to look at the wall clock.

At the last minute, she put down her phone and stared at the wall clock on the wall with stunned eyes. In fact, it wasn't just her, Vanilla noticed out of the corner of her eye that the eyes of the other two people were also looking at the wall clock, as if there was something special on the wall clock that was attracting people.

This wall clock is not a simple road goods, but a high-end product donated by a unit in the past. It's not electronic, it's the winding one. Every morning, the department's cleaners would wind it once. It looks unremarkable, but when it comes to timekeeping, it's been as accurate as it has been for more than a decade. The kind that doesn't miss a minute or a second.

"Tick!" came with that sound, and the hands went straight in the middle, announcing the arrival of one o'clock in the morning, the so-called "thirteen o'clock in the middle of the night."

Nothing happened. Everything is safe and sound.

Vanilla let out a long breath, only to notice that her colleague was also exhaling a long breath, while the student patted his chest with his hand to calm down.

Vanilla withdrew her gaze and suddenly began to laugh at her own stupidity. What the hell was she expecting? As far as she knew, the hospital's electrical system was very tightly guarded. The rooms are locked and monitored. So the last trip everyone thought it was just a common fault in the circuit system, and no one suspected that someone came to sabotage it. Although it is said that you can only pull the gate with your hand, you can't do it unless it is an invisible person and has the ability to pass through walls.

So even if it is sabotage, it must be done by insiders themselves - to be honest, the biggest suspect is the electrician himself who is on duty.

That's the right thing to do. Even if it's the prankster before, it's probably not going to come a second time, right? What a prank, the first time is unexpected, and the risk of being caught the second time is much greater.

She turned her gaze to her phone again, and then, just as she was about to do something, suddenly there was a "crackling" sound again.

Nearly half of the lights in the entire department were extinguished, and the light in the nurses' station dimmed in an instant.

The three women glanced at each other, and then the light from the phone screen, and each could see the panic in the other's eyes.

"Tripped, tripped, circuit failure?" said a colleague, reluctantly.

According to the plan, what they have to do at this time is to check room by room whether the electronic devices that need power are running properly. Especially those with critical care wearing a monitor. Moreover, for the sake of efficiency, it is only natural that the troops should be divided into two routes, and that inspections should be carried out simultaneously from both directions.

But this time, the three of them walked to the side of the elevator in unison.

As the saying goes, there are many people. This seems to be proven by the facts. Compared to the last time, this time Vanilla was much calmer, at least watching the elevator start from the first floor all the way up, she was able to stand firmly, without holding or leaning on anything. The intern, on the other hand, was far from facing, hiding behind Vanilla like a frightened rabbit, still holding her phone in her hand.

Unlike last time, this time the other two elevators that did not respond did not turn off the indicator lights, and they clearly showed that the location of the elevator was on the first floor.

Eight...... Nine...... Ten...... Eleven...... Twelve......

The elevator rose all the way without hindrance, and ended at the position of "thirteen". None of them spoke, and the silence around them was so quiet that even a person's heartbeat could be heard. You can hear the slight electronic sound coming from inside the elevator, "The thirteenth floor has arrived at ......".

The three of them unconsciously stuck very close. The student's hand is holding the phone, leaning on Vanilla's shoulder. However, Vanilla could clearly feel her arm trembling.

The video taken in such a situation should be very blurry and unclear, right? At the moment before the elevator door opened, Vanilla instinctively thought about this idea in her mind.

The elevator doors opened, and like the last time, there was white smoke inside. Then, in the smoke, a young man in a white lab coat, a mask and glasses, dressed as a doctor, came out.

"Where's the patient?" the man repeated the last question. Although the phone that was filming the video was very conspicuous, he didn't seem to see anything.

Like last time, no one answered. None of the three nurses said anything. Although Vanilla tried to cheer herself up, telling herself that it was just a prank, the truth was that she couldn't make a sound. Although it was much better than the last time, and his body was not stiff enough to move, he still couldn't speak.

Seeing that no one answered, the ghost doctor stepped forward and walked to the nearest room, which was the room where bed number 13 was located.

This time, vanilla can be sure that the other party is fast. He just went in and came out, and the back and forth added up to only a few minutes, maybe not a few minutes, only a few tens of seconds. Then I walked into the elevator again. The elevator doors closed, and the indicator light on it descended all the way from the thirteenth floor to the first floor.

"Shoot ...... Clap...... It's been filmed!" said the student, nervous and excited.

This time it's different from the last time. The last time, she had limited footage, that is, a doctor came from one side, entered the ward on the other side, and then left the ward again - there was no supernatural element from beginning to end, and it is no wonder that it was ridiculed on the Internet. But this time, she filmed it all from beginning to end, including the unknown smoke that swirled when the elevator opened.

Vanilla calmed down. As mentioned earlier, she was far calmer this time than the last time, so when the ghost doctor left, she came back to her senses in time and ran to the side of bed No. 13.

The patient was sleeping there, sleeping so deeply that he was snoring quite loudly. Next to him was his attendant's wife, who was also asleep. Both men seemed unharmed, while at the same time having no idea what was going on.