Realizing this, I woke up from my sleep, and after sitting up, my first reaction was to clutch my chest and bow my head to retching at the trash can next to the bed - cannibalism, eating the same kind, even if it's just the soul, this kind of thing is unbearable for any normal human being.

Huo Ran was awakened by me again, hurriedly got up to help me pat my back, and asked, "What's wrong?" That face monster is pestering you again? ”

Hearing him mention the human-faced monster, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I suddenly realized what the dream I had just had was.

The silt I saw in my dream just now should be the concrete that built the house, and the horizontal and vertical branches are the steel bars in the concrete.

And I'm completely incarnating a face monster. First it fled into the space where it was originally hiding, and then, unable to resist the temptation of food, ran out and ate the soul of an old man.

The weird dream is solved, but the problem is. Why do I dream that I became a human-faced monster and ate the soul of an old man?

Was it because I hit him in a dream and came into contact with his blood? This is a good possibility.

However, everything I saw in my dreams was the memory of the past of the human face monster. Or is it something new? If it's a memory, it's okay, if it's something new, doesn't that mean that there is an old man's soul devoured by a human face monster?

So what am I? One with the consciousness of the face monster? If it really happened, am I one of the murderers? Did I swallow the old man's soul?

Thinking of this, I retched again, and my stomach turned upside down, but unfortunately it was almost dawn now, and the little I ate last night had already been digested, and I couldn't vomit anything.

Seeing that my situation was wrong, Huo Ran said, "Are you sick?" I'm going to call the doctor. ”

"Don't, don't, it's not sick, it's still that weird-faced thing." When I said this, I couldn't help but think about swallowing my soul in my dream, lest I have another stomach cramp.

Huo Ran also quieted down, helplessly patted me on the back, now he has no other way than patting his back, don't think that the mental hospital is a hotel, if you want to drink water, there is a water dispenser or an electric kettle, hot water here is also a dangerous product, and the patient can't touch it at all.

After a while, I recovered from the feeling of nausea, got up and washed my face, and went to the window to look at the street scene in the early morning, although I was tired at the moment, but I did not dare to go to sleep, I was afraid that if I fell asleep again, I would encounter the strange dreams I had before.

It was soon dawning, and the sound of doctors and medical staff walking around in the corridor outside, as well as the howling and coughing of patients after waking up.

Soon some doctors and medical staff ran to the ward where the howling sound was heard, and gave the other party a new injection or medicine, and soon the howling subsided, it seems that it should be an injection, because the effect of taking medicine will not work so quickly.

A new day has begun, and I've left the face monster behind me. Now the first task is to find Liao Qingjiang's whereabouts through connections, find a way to escape from here, and then track down the corpse demon.

Originally, I thought that only Lao Zhoutou's line could be used, but now that there is Huo Ran's side, it should be more secure.

After Huo Ran slept for a while, he also got up and washed up at this moment, and began to move around the ward while moving his body, and by the way, he chatted with me without a match, after everything last night, he is now much closer to me.

Just when I thought that a new day would begin with this dull routine, a cry came from a distant hospital room: "Dead! Dead! Come, Doctor! ”

Hearing this voice, my heart couldn't help but sink, and I couldn't help but think of the old man in the dream who was eaten by me - could it be, that dream was really something that just happened, right?

Someone died, and the doctors and nurses on duty were scrambling around the corridors, and there were shouts urging them to get emergency equipment.

In terms of time, from the time I woke up to the present. The old man has been dead for at least an hour, and at this time, the body should be cold, where is there any value and possibility of rescue.

However, even if the corpse was cold. It is still necessary to rescue - this belongs to the unspoken rule of the hospital, and I, a former doctor, know it.

Why is there such an unspoken rule? In fact, it is very simple, that is because of the tense doctor-patient conflict.

Let's put it this way, a patient has been dead in the night for a long time, you as a doctor. When you touch the scene, the corpse is cold, even if the gods go down to earth, they can't save it, what will you do?

You just say, it's hopeless. Send it to the funeral home and burn it! When you look back, the patient's family will definitely make trouble with you - how do you know that people are not good? What if someone is still saved? You say it's cold, it's cold, huh? You say it's not saved, it's not saved?

If your family complains about you as a trivial matter, you may be able to sue you directly, even if the hospital has monitoring, what can you do? The monitoring cannot record how long the patient has been dead, whether there is a rescue or not, and once the lawsuit is eaten. If you lose your job, you can only go to the funeral home to be an undertaker, just like me.

The right thing to do is to scream and rescue and act in a scene, even if the corpse is cold. That's okay, after charging the pacemaker, the corpse is violently electrified, the corpse is such a thing, even if it dies for a long time, as long as the current is electric. It will also follow with a sudden twitch.

Anyway, it crackles and crackles seven or eight times, and then find a doctor to insist on acting and doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, tossing for half an hour or an hour (this depends on the performance of the patient's family members, the family members are difficult to act for a while, and the family members are sensible and speak and act for half an hour).

Wait until the sweaty trick is over. At this time, it is declared that the rescue is ineffective, and the family will have nothing to say at that time.

As for the fact that after a person dies, if he uses a pacemaker to make a corpse pump, it is not considered to toss the deceased. If you die, you won't be at peace, that's not in the doctor's scope at all, because if you don't do this, your family will not be happy.

Therefore, this kind of unspoken rule is like this, that is, something that has only happened in the past few years, and the old doctor who taught us said: How could there be such a toss before, when I saw that the person was not saved, I directly said, no. Prepare for the future. The family wiped away their tears and went to prepare.

Where is it like now, being a doctor not only has to learn medical skills, but also art, and many times in front of patients' families, you also need to show acting skills. If you are a doctor for a few more years, you will have no problem acting in movies and hitting the Oscars.

So, listening to the screaming rescue sounds coming from the corridor outside, I felt a sense of insanity, and I thought in a trance that I was back to the time when I was acting with my colleagues. It's just that the reality is that he is a mentally ill person who is locked up in a ward.

Because something happened, the time for breakfast was postponed, and the time for group activities was also postponed.

Finally waited for the time of the group activity, I went to find Lao Zhoutou first - even if Huo Ran is willing to help me now, I can't give up the line of Lao Zhoutou. The thing I got out of was so important that double insurance was a must.

But when I found Lao Zhou, I found that he was a little unrelenting and stupid, so I couldn't help but say, "Lao Zhou, what's wrong with you?" ”

Old Zhou turned his head slowly, his eyes were blank, and his face was still frightened: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts here, I saw them last night." ”

"What the hell, what did you see last night?" I couldn't help but ask.

Old Zhou Tou muttered: "The old man in my room died last night, and I saw a human face on the ceiling in a daze, and sucked him in and ate him." I was so scared that I couldn't run away, I couldn't wake up, and I couldn't wait for me to recover. It was dawn, and when I touched my nose, he was out of breath. ”

Only then did I know that the deceased was in the same room as Lao Zhou, but I dreamed of turning into a human-faced monster last night. Why didn't you recognize the sleeping old Zhoutou?

I thought about it carefully in my mind, as if it was because the light in the room was too dark to see my face, and the feeling of sight was also groggy.

Thinking of this, I was no longer entangled, put my hands on Lao Zhoutou's shoulders, and said to him: "Old Zhoutou, hurry up and ask your family to find my friend, he is a master of metaphysics, and there must be a way after he comes." ”

Old Zhoutou's eyes finally had focus, but when he saw me, his face changed greatly, and he jumped out of the distance, pointing at me with his finger and saying, "It's you, you're that monster!" I've seen you eat the old money with my own eyes. ”

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