In Ward 701, Dean Richard is handcuffed to the head of his bed while an agent interrogates him.

"How many more times do you want to ask?" Richard was already seriously impatient, and he had already told him several times why he had given the ward to the black boy.

"That Shaun didn't pay! It was a luxury ward, and I could certainly decide who it was for. Could it be that I won't let that kid live if he's black? He was brought by a lawyer, and I don't want to be discriminated against! ”

"We already know that." The chemical suit agent said lightly.

"And what else do you want to know?"

"Want to know all the details you have since that patient checked in the night before."

"Didn't I already say that?"

"Not enough!" The chemical protection agent shook his head, "We'll put together all the events on the timeline, and we're looking at the surveillance, so you'd better be precise." ”

"You want to know what this is for?"

"See if you're infected!"

"If there is an infection, you just observe, ask so much what to do?"

"One type of infection is called airborne transmission, and the other is called contact with body fluids!"

"Hell, I'm not on the operating table, I didn't have any contact with that bald head!" Richard was furious.

"You're in contact with a couple of nurses!" The chemical suit agent said as prompted by the headset.

Richard was dumb all at once.

"It's... What does that have to do with that. ”

"You also study medicine, do you think it matters?"

"Ahem!"

"Tell me, what kind of contact have you had with these people in the past two days, every time you shake hands..."

"I'm not going to shake hands with the people below, who knows what kind of patient they've just come into contact with!" Richard said angrily.

"Well, that's good, the handshake isn't the most important thing, how many people have you exchanged bodily fluids with? In two and a half days! ”

Richard's stunned expression.

"The act of exchanging bodily fluids includes ......"

"I know!" Richard interrupted him, "Do you really want to know this?" ”

The agent pointed to the chemical protective suit on his body: "What do you say?" ”

"Three times..."

The agent tilted his head slightly, as if listening to some instructions, and then interrupted him faintly: "According to what we've investigated so far, it's more than that!" ”

"......," Richard smiled awkwardly, "You have investigated so carefully, can you keep it secret?" ”

"Of course."

"Three times... Three more times after that..."

"Six times?"

"Seems yes, I'll have to think about it."

"Hurry up!"

…...

In ward 503, an agent is looking at a half-aged male patient in the room.

"Sir, I've told you everything I know, I've just watched the excitement a few times, it's impossible to be infected, right? If it's infected, it's more likely that the agent was infected, he was pricked with a needle! ”

"I already know this. He is also observing. ”

"I tell you, you have to pay attention, although Dr. Western treated him at the time, and used that equipment to suck him for a long time, but I don't think it's very useful! It's all blue, and it's a big chunk! ”

"You see?"

"Of course, there are more people who have seen it, who made him scream like he was going to die, I said that your FBI usually doesn't pay attention to the improvement of staff quality! This is the hospital, he called it at the time, but fortunately I didn't have a heart attack! ”

"Ahem, the one you mentioned, did you think Miller was acting normally when Dr. Western was dealing with him?"

"I don't know, anyway, for doctors, there are a lot of buttocks and things, men and women are the same."

"Did he deliberately on the wound..."

"I didn't look at it that much, but he seemed to talk about kiss marks or something... But I told them it might be too damp, you know, there's cupping in Chinatown, and that's how it goes! ”

…...

Ward 507.

The agent lifted his headphones and looked at Miller, "Western drew your blood and hasn't found it yet." ”

"I... of blood? Miller was stunned, "He wants to clone me?" ”

…...

Basement, in the morgue.

"Where's what I ordered?" Baker yelled in displeasure.

"Hey, add another bucket of warm water! Why is the hell action so slow? ”

Soul light!

Alpha gritted his teeth and pointed into the headset: "Get him some more warm water!" ”

Baker spread his hands over the edge of the bucket, the towel over his face, and breathed long.

There was water all over the ground next to the barrel.

He lifted the towel: "Hey, get enough air, don't you see our friends sweating?" ”

Beta gave a cold look: "These dead people have a very low body temperature, and you bathe in hot water again, and the water vapor cools on them. ”

"Of course I do!" Baker was furious, "I'm an engineer, I mean, you've got to get enough air!" ”

"Why don't you wash it in cold water?"

"Because I have a cold!" Baker snorted.

"Go! Get me some bath salts, I'm a little itchy! Baker pointed to Alpha.

Alpha was about to give an order, but Baker spoke again: "You go, I don't want anyone else's!" ”

"Aren't you worried about my allergies?"

"Do you dare?" Baker snorted arrogantly and stretched out his legs to stand by the barrel, "You still have to get me a stool, I want to sit and wash." ”

"You're not sitting now?"

"I want to sit taller!" Baker roared, "So I can look at my phone, bring my phone." ”

"Your phone...," Alpha took a deep breath, "Wait! ”

"Stop!"

"What's the matter?"

"Be nice to my friends," Baker said, gesturing to the pile of dead men next to him, "help them wipe their sweat!" ”

"Wait!"

Alpha went out and after a while, came back with a bucket in his hand.

The other hand holds a stool.

"Water!"

The steaming water is ready to be poured into the bucket.

"Fool, you've got to scoop the water out of here first," Baker cried again.

Alpha paused, silently lowered the bucket, and then suddenly lifted the bucket again with a quick spun.

The plastic bucket filled with water smashed firmly into the back of Baker's head.

Baker's expression froze, then he rolled his eyes and slid into the water.

"Alpha, what are you doing?!" An urgent call came from the headset.

"I can't bear it!" Alpha said excitedly, and he took a defensive stance, "If I knock him out, he won't be able to affect these dead people anymore!" ”

"You idiot!" There was a shouting from the headset that I don't know who it was.

"Get that guy out of here, he's going to drown."

Beta carefully walked through the dead and walked over to the Alpha.

"Look, they're not moving."

Beta looked at the tub, where Baker was already half-sinking and half-floating in the water, his mouth and nose already underwater, and it seemed that there were still some bubbles.

Beta pulled him up without hesitation: "It's okay now, you have to do artificial respiration, who is on it?" ”

…...