"Tell me about how the three managers describe the dean. Eminem said.

"I'm in a vegetative state, and I don't know when I'll wake up. He was kept alone in a clean room and was not allowed to visit. Justin said.

"If I'm not mistaken, then I should have been treated here yesterday with the dean, right?" said Eminem.

Justin nodded and said, "The three managers said that you all snored later, then you should all be together." ”

Eminem reached out his stained finger to head chef Justin and said, "What do you think this looks like?"

The pale red marks on the tips of Eminem's fingers had been wiped away and only a trace remained. It looks like a bloodstain, but it's very few and inconspicuous.

Justin said tentatively, "What do you think? Could it be that this is blood?"

"Since you think it's blood, as I do, it should be blood. But why is the blood in such a position?" said Eminem as he tried to lift the bed, but Eminem, who only had one hand to exert force, couldn't lift the bed at all.

"Isn't it normal to have blood in the ward? I don't know how many patients have been received on this hospital bed, and could it be that the blood you just touched from there? And the one you said, you don't want to say that it's the blood of the dean, do you? Even if it's a little blood from the dean, what does it mean? We cooks are cut by knives and shed more than so little, we can't explain anything. Justin said.

"I can see if the blood is dry or not, it can't be more than twenty-four hours. If you want to know, come and help, I can't push it alone. Eminem shouted.

Justin immediately stood up, both hands together and helping Eminem lift the bed board at the same time.

The bed is a custom-made operating table, and the mechanism is an arbitrary lifting device.

Justin tried to push it up and pressed the button on the side, and the mechanism quickly formed a slope that could lean on people.

The entire side is shown in front of Eminem and Justin, Eminem points to a debris on one side and says, "What do you think of this thing?"

"Human dandruff, bloody, who's bruised here?" said Justin.

Eminem tried to half-squat, touched the edge of the bed with his thumb and forefinger slightly, pinched a short hair, and said, "You can help me see this." ”

"Hair or leg hair?" said Justin.

"Your leg hair is so short that it's white roots? Eminem said, placing his hair on the pillow of the sheets beside him.

"Eyebrows?" Justin said, puzzled.

"I'll tell you a view of mine, first of all, this angle. Dander is produced from the bottom up, and how can a person produce such abrasions?" said Eminem.

"Isn't that just the talk about leg hair?" said Justin.

"If it's leg hair, do you lean your thighs against the edge of the bed and push them up? Can you try to do it? And you're wearing pants. Eminem said.

Justin walked to the side of the bed where Eminem had been lying and tried to lean towards the side of the bed with his body. In an extremely lame position, Justin was about to split and couldn't exert any strength at all. What's more, rubbing his thighs against the bed board at this angle, Justin said, "It can't be done, what does this mean?"

"If it's just abrasions, I don't know what it means. But I saw the eyelashes, and I wondered why the dean had hit it when he was lifted up. Eminem said.

"It's impossible, isn't it? It's harder to bump into it than to rub it with your legs. Definitely not, that's not how it goes. You can't just assume that the dean is the dean's just because of these abrasions and hair, are they? These are probably left by previous patients? No matter how bad the three managers are, there is a possibility that both doctors will leave something here, and I don't mean to deny you. But ......" Justin was speechless for a moment, but Eminem's statement was also far-fetched in his own opinion.

"I know what you mean, I'm just bold enough to verify. Do me a favor, my hands are inconvenient. Eminem said.

Justin nodded hurriedly and said, "What do you want me to help you?"

Eminem looked around, picked up a disposable glove from the operating table, handed it to Justin, and said, "Stretch out the mat underneath." ”

Justin listened to Eminem's words and stretched out the disposable gloves used for surgery and blew them wide with his mouth.

Eminem put the hair on the pillow he had placed on his side and found it still in his glove, and Eminem picked up the scalpel on the table and hung some of the crumbs off with the blade.

Eminem then put down the scalpel and said to Justin, "Tie the knot and give it to me." ”

Justin expertly tied a knot at the wrist of the disposable glove, and Eminem took the pocket. Then he pressed the button that Justin had just pressed, and the bed board was mechanically pushed down entirely. After doing this, Eminem tried to restore the sheets on the bed board to their original shape, spreading them flat around without leaving a trace.

Justin looked at him and said, "You don't think this thing has anything to do with the dean's affairs by now, do you?"

"I don't know, instinct tells me it's not easy. If you go to the people who are doing the experiments, you may know something, they must have a way. Eminem said.

Justin nodded and said, "Okay, but I'll tell you a little bit of what I think from my point of view." ”

"You say. Eminem said.

"If it weren't for the fact that I knew you, I think you'd be a little intimidated right now. The Dean may be a little bit wrong now, but we all know it. The three managers barely hid anything about the dean's accident, and it was clear to us that they had just fallen into a vegetative-like coma. I sometimes think of something inexplicably bad in my head, and to be honest, I started with a lot of thoughts like yours. But now I think about it, people always have to be positive. You're a little too negative, and I want you to think about things as nicely as possible. Justin said.

"I hope I'm thinking too much, I'm going to go to the Ministry of Armed Forces?" said Eminem, still clutching the disposable gloves tightly in his hands, and grabbing his clothes, epaulettes, and watches on the table next to him.

Justin shook his head and said, "No, I haven't been back to the kitchen for over an hour." I'll bring you food, and of course if you find out and have evidence, be sure to tell me as soon as possible. Actually, I hope to hear the news of the dean's awakening right now, and then let these rumors that you think are self-defeating. ”

Eminem nodded his head and went out, and Justin followed Eminem out the door. One to the left and one to the right, Justin knew in his heart that he was starting to have that kind of worry. But after meeting someone who really feels paranoid himself, Justin's thoughts about the dean's accident have subtly faded.

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