It all seemed so weird that people who had already died were now acting like real people. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info made the pressure in my heart increase again.

What to do? Even if Zhou Lan is rushing over now, I will be dissected immediately.

Seeing that the dead-faced doctor has completed his preparations, he is about to do it now. I was anxious, but I couldn't find a way to do it.

I was anesthetized, and even if I were dissected alive, I wouldn't be conscious. What should I do?

Wait, I suddenly realized a problem, that is, I am still conscious now, under normal circumstances, I should have fallen asleep after taking anesthetics. Why is consciousness still preserved?

I remember the last time it was the same, I was taken to the operating room, and yet I was still conscious.

Calm down, I have to calm down, panic not only can't think of a good way, but also makes me lose the ability to think.

In just a few minutes, I felt like my brain was almost as big as a computer. There are countless ways to think of it in my head.

The dead-faced doctor picked up the scalpel and moved closer and closer.

Sweat was running down my head, and none of them were alive. I don't know how long the guy has been dead, and this place has long been abandoned, where did the anesthetic come from?

I'm afraid it's a psychological anesthesia, right? Hallucinations can sometimes be more effective than anything else, for example, when I see a person shooting at me, even if I know it's not real, I subconsciously dodge it.

That's it, I believe that my body is not anesthetized, just hallucinations, hallucinations that the doctor with a dead face makes me feel like I have been injected with anesthetics.

I remember when I was sent in before, I did see the dead-faced doctor inject me with an anesthetic, and I was not sane for a while. That's just because I listened to Daoist Jia's words and took half a pill.

That's half a pill working, not that I was actually anesthetized by him.

I have to move, I have to move, or it's all going to be over. I keep reminding myself in my head.

My clothes were untied, and the T-shirt inside was pulled open by him with a scalpel. When the cold blade touched my skin. Faintly, I seemed, I could see a large cut in my chest.

Yes! I don't want to die! I shouted and rolled out of bed to the left with a sharp roll to the left. I succeeded, and on the verge of death, I managed to struggle out of the psychological hallucination.

I touched my chest, and it felt a little sticky, and when I rolled down just now, I was still scratched by the blade. So cut the skin.

The sight of the blood stabbed in my body. Sensations were immediately felt in the limbs. I've completely shaken off the illusion.

I got up, desperately ran into the nurses, and ran away. The door to the operating room was also successfully opened by me.

I didn't dare to look back, afraid that seeing the dead-faced doctor chasing after me with a scalpel would make my legs weak. With memories in mind, I quickly returned to the place I had entered.

But where is the door? It's a good place here, it's just a wall. Tightly sealed, I looked closely around to make sure I wasn't looking for the wrong place.

I'm pretty sure that's where I came in. There can be no mistake.

But the walls were obviously opened, so why can't you see them now?

Wait, if narcotics are an illusion, maybe this wall will be an illusion too, so why don't I try it?

Illusion, I'm going to defeat illusion! I yelled and ran straight at the wall.

Boom! With a bang, I hit the wall directly, my head slammed and I was in a state of confusion.

I fell to the ground, blood running down my cheeks, just as my eyes were about to close. A woman in a tattered nurse's uniform has a good figure.

But the exposed parts are all rotten flesh and pus, which makes it look disgusting.

How can a patient run around? Before the operation was finished, she leaned over and looked at me. Her face was completely rotten, and I couldn't even find the location of her eyes, nose, and mouth. I don't know how she made the sound.

Her face was almost on mine, and a foul smell came to my face. And she clutched a scalpel tightly in her hand. Without saying a word, he was about to interject.

I was scared, sobered up instantly, and immediately rolled to the side, and she interjected. Reaching out and pulling me, out of survival instinct, I didn't care if I was afraid or not, and grabbed her hand with my backhand.

Then he stood up and slammed into her, knocking her to the ground.

I did this because I wanted to survive. After doing that, my head was still in that dizzy state. But the current situation does not allow me to breathe.

Even if I falter, I'm going to run. I didn't know how far I had run, and I felt a little unable to stand under my feet, so I could only hold on to the wall and continue to walk.

Although I can't tell the current direction, the operating room has become an absolute nightmare for me, so the direction of the operating room does not need me to think, and my body instinctively avoids it.

In the middle of it, I looked back, and the nurse was still chasing after me, but fortunately, she was wearing high heels and was not walking very fast. Otherwise, I'm really done.

There was still blood dripping from my forehead, and sometimes it would flow to my eye sockets and obstruct my vision, so I wiped it with my hand. But I wasn't in great shape, and my strength was close to the limit.

I had to find a place to hide and get some rest.

I don't know exactly where to escape, but I always seem to be wandering the hallway. Also passed by a lot of rooms. I'm a little afraid to go in. Fear of more dirt in there.

Until I walked to the door of a room where a hole had been broken in the door. I could see through the hole very clearly.

All I cared about was whether there was anything dirty, so when I saw that it was safe and I didn't see the nurse for a while, I resolutely went in.

Close the door, in order not to be detected. I sat directly on the floor, close to the door, against the wall on the side, so that through the hole, at least it would not be easy to find me.

I didn't dare to gasp for air, for fear of being too loud and calling in a nurse, or a doctor with a dead face. Although I am really uncomfortable right now, I need to breathe a lot.

I took off my coat and took off the T-shirt underneath, which was already torn anyway, so I simply tore it into strips of cloth. Wipe the blood from your forehead first.

Then use the sleeve to simply bandage the wound, otherwise if I continue to bleed like this, I will also die.

The situation was better than I expected, after the bandage, the blood was not so happy, and as for the small wound on the chest, it was nothing.

Now I am no different from a lamb in a wolf's den. Although I am resting now, I dare not fall asleep, and I try my best to keep myself awake.

In this horrible place, I don't know what happens when I fall asleep. But I know what that means.