Corpses, like patients, need to be entered. There is nothing flawed about this reason. As for the stamped notes, basically every intern will carry a few with them. The only purpose of this kind of thing is to prove one's identity. What's more, Liu Tianming's reasons are also very sufficient. Even if Chen Po really went to Corey to inquire about this matter, he could completely use the excuse of sorting out the information to get by.

After taking the note and reading it for a long time, Chen Po raised her wrinkled eyelids, stared at Liu Tianming's face with cloudy and yellowish eyes, and stared at it for nearly three minutes, before she lifted her half-worn white coat, took out a bunch of keys from her trouser belt, and said in a slow-paced hoarse voice: "Let's go!" ”

At the end of the corridor are two heavy iron doors with slightly rusty surfaces. On the top of the door, a dim sign with three red, blackened words lit ———— morgue.

"Bang!"

The massive metal door was tethered to the turn of the key, and from behind the door wall came the sound of loose gears crashing. Following the curled back of Po Chen, Liu Tianming walked into this gloomy and cold room for the first time.

Two rows of corpse cabinets along the edge of the wall occupy most of the space in the room. Except for a few iron-framed beds leaning against the corners, and a few yellow-lacquered wooden stools standing against each other, there is no superfluous furnishings in sight.

Liu Tianming subconsciously clenched his arms. In order to preserve the corpse, the temperature in this closed room was kept extremely low twenty-four hours a day. And this kind of chill of external invasion will make people who walk into the room always tremble unconsciously.

Perhaps because she was accustomed to this environment, Chen Po did not show similar actions to Liu Tianming. With a blank face, she opened the corpse cabinet marked with the words "No. 19" in red paint, and slowly pulled out the stainless steel drawer more than two meters long amid the tooth-aching metal friction sound, and said in a unique hoarse tone: "Remember to close the cabinet after reading." I was right next door, and when I left, I was reminded to come and lock the door. ”

With that, she turned around and walked out of the morgue on her own.

The moment he opened the corpse cabinet, all of Liu Tianming's attention was focused on the corpse in front of him.

Due to the effect of freezing, a thin layer of frost had formed on the surface of the corpse. Gently dusting it off with your hand, you can clearly feel the roughness and coldness that radiates from the already stiff surface of the skin.

The deceased's lips were slightly open, and the teeth of the mouth were covered with disgusting yellow stains. The closed eyes are slightly swollen and convex, and the cortex on both sides of the nose appears to be atrophied due to dehydration. However, these minor changes are not enough to hide his true identity.

That's right! It was this man who was brought back with the ambulance last night.

Liu Tianming put on a mask and rubber gloves and slowly pulled away the plastic film that wrapped around the corpse's side. He was surprised to find that the skin on the deceased's face was actually carbon-like black.

This is not normal.

After death, the blood will clump and decay because the metabolism no longer works. The skin also changes from oozing red to leaden gray. After the body is dehydrated, the corpse will gradually take on a dark brown or even gray-black color. But Liu Tianming has never even heard of the carbon black situation in front of him.

It's not just the face. When he slowly untied the clothes of the deceased with trembling hands, the entire chest and shoulders exposed in the air also showed a palpitating blackness.

What's going on here?

After settling down, Liu Tianming took out several test tubes from his personal pockets and took some samples from the deceased's hair and fingernails. He took out a sharp scalpel and cut a two-centimeter-square piece of skin from the outside of the corpse's left shoulder...... After doing all this, he lifted the heavy corpse box and slowly pushed it into the cabinet along the slide rail.

He wasn't born a necrophil. I just vaguely feel that there should be something unknown in this patient who died suddenly.

At the moment when the corpse cabinet was about to close, Liu Tianming suddenly found that from his own angle, the deceased's face seemed to show an extremely strange smile. It's like when I saw each other for the first time yesterday, that smile full of horror and cruelty, as if I had seen delicious food.

……

"Dr. Chen, the information has been completed. Please lock the door! ”

Of course, Chen Po has nothing to do with the word "doctor". It's just a catch-all term for hospital staff.

Passing by the detention room, Liu Tianming knocked on the half-open window. Chen Po, who was sitting in front of the window, glanced up at him, didn't say anything, still maintained a sluggish expression that had not changed from before, picked up the key on the table, and walked in the direction of the morgue. The black thick wooden slippers hit the concrete floor with a dull sound that made a palpitating sound.

At the moment when he was about to turn around and leave, Liu Tianming suddenly had a very strange feeling: something that seemed familiar to him slipped through the corner of his eye.

He subconsciously tilted his head, and his gaze fell directly on the table in the care room in the corridor through the open window. Immediately, it was firmly locked and did not move away for half a day.

That's a few pieces of "Hsu Fu Chi" fruit candy.

Next to it, there is also a transparent wrapping paper that has been crumpled into a ball.

Chen Po also likes to eat sugar?

……

Twelve o'clock, lunch time.

The braised pork made in the hospital cafeteria is very good, and the rich aroma can be smelled from a long distance. I went late and couldn't buy it at all.

Although he ate a lot of breakfast, Liu Tianming still felt hungry. He came to the cafeteria early and made two catties of rice and six braised pork. Rice mixed with meat and carrots is piled up in a washed stainless steel bowl. Everyone who saw this scene was amazed and gasped in amazement.

"Hey! This young man has such a good appetite that he can eat so much. ”

A rickety old man walked past Su Hao, shook his head and sighed, and muttered to himself: "Back then, I wasn't bad, and I even ate more than this." Now this body is ...... Alas, old man......"

The meat simmered with brown sugar and soy sauce has a very pleasant crispy texture in the mouth. However, in Liu Tianming's opinion, what attracts him the most is the dark red mixed with sauce on the surface of the meat.

It's a lot like blood.

The pieces of meat coated in blood should be very tasty.

……

Although he had a full lunch, when it came time to go to work in the afternoon, Liu Tianming still felt hungry and panicked. And his throat was dry for a while, and his throat and eyes were burning and aching.

I fumbled with the teacup on the table and poured most of the cup of cold water in one go, which eased down a little.

He felt that he must be sick.

Judging by the symptoms, it looks like an upper respiratory tract infection. When he couldn't make up his mind, Liu Tianming didn't dare to use medicine casually. After much hesitation, I finally decided: take a blood sample first and see the results.

Even he couldn't tell, so why didn't he just consult a doctor? It's very convenient to do that, the right medicine for the situation, and the good ones should be faster. However, subconsciously, Liu Tianming always had a faint worry.

……

The laboratory on the third floor is a large room completely separated by an alloy frame and plexiglass, occupying nearly two-thirds of the area of the corridor hall. Through the transparent barrier, you can clearly see the various testing instruments placed in the room. There are even pedestrians and vehicles outside the opposite window, downstairs, which already appear very small.

Liu Tianming had just walked up to the second floor, and in the bathroom on the corner stairs, a young woman wearing a denim skirt also walked out at the same time.

Her face was very fair, but it was clearly not the natural skin it was, but the makeup color of too much foundation. The age looks like he is eighteen or nine years old at most, dry and thin, highlighting the skinny effect that many girls deliberately pursue. Dressed in a revealing way. In particular, the short skirt can barely cover the part of the leg that is about 5 centimeters lower. From the bottom of the stairs where Liu Tianming is located, you can even see the pink silk looming between her legs***** this kind of woman who dresses very sexy, no matter where she goes, she will become the focus of many men's attention. Liu Tianming is no exception. Because of this, he noticed that the woman was holding a shallow plastic cup for urine.

Twelve-centimeter stilettos stepped on the surface of the terrazzo floor tiles, making a crisp crashing sound. She didn't seem to mind the stares of contempt, jealousy, indifference, even fiery lust and evil that came from all directions, still holding her head high, twisting her waist, and gently placing the plastic cup containing yellowish urine, along with a medical prescription that had already been paid, in a rather elegant and seductive position, in front of the window of the laboratory.

Liu Tianming leaned down, looked through the glass, and turned around and walked to the closed small door next to him. As he walked around the woman, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the word "pregnancy test" written on the test sheet.

Because the dormitory is on the same floor, Liu Tianming is very familiar with the people in the laboratory. When he pushed the door and walked into the room, Zhang Deliang, a laboratory technician sitting in front of the microscope, raised his head, smiled at him and nodded.

"Non-commissioned officer, have you come to us again to get intelligence?"

Across the table, which was blocked by the thermostat incubator, a wheeled swivel chair slid out, on which sat a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was very thin and not tall, and even though the white coat was already the smallest size, he still looked empty on his body.

Like Zhang Deliang, Qian Guangsheng is also a laboratory technician at the hospital. After graduating from the health school in his early years, he has been assigned to the laboratory. He didn't seem to like the job, and he was also cold to the medical university graduates, including Liu Tianming, who came for internships. Perhaps out of jealousy, or because of his obsession with Soviet-era red novels, Qian Guangsheng called all college graduates "non-commissioned officers." As for the test sheets, they are called "intelligence".

"There is a friend who is sick and asked me to help him look at the blood sample."

Liu Tianming greeted with a smiling face, took out a test tube prepared in advance containing his own blood sample from the pocket of his clothes, pulled over a chair, and sat down in front of the molecular detector.