I slept restlessly and woke up all the time. In the second half of the night, I didn't feel sleepy at all.

Even though the lights were on in the office, I felt chills all the time.

Probably because of the impact just now.

I kept telling myself not to think about it anymore. But that distorted picture of patient 305 has been haunting me ever since. I didn't even dare to look at it, so I deleted it directly.

I went out for a walk from time to time, and every time I saw a few nurses at the nurses' station who wanted to doze off and their faces were full of tiredness, my heart calmed down a little.

I sat next to the nurses' station. Flipping through the book Diagnostics, it was an old edition of the reference book. The exact date and price on the cover have been blurred. Due to the loss of the catalog page, it is impossible to see which year the version came out.

I turned to page 13 again. The page was blank! Not only is the annotation in the pencil font missing, but even the printed pencil is blank...... I took a closer look, and there was no trace of wiping, as if there had never been a word.

I looked at the traces of the binding between the pages, and it looked like it was white paper when it was bound, and the white paper looked slightly yellow because of the shabby of the book. I asked the nurse next to me. I was shocked by what Nurse Huang told me at the nurses' station: page 13 of the book was blank all the time because of printing problems!

How can it be. I just saw it in the dorm.

I couldn't convince myself. Keep scrolling towards the next page. But I didn't see a blank page number anymore. But on page 300, I saw that at the footer of the book there was a pen letter: 103.

The internal medicine ward of the inpatient department is on the 5th floor, which is the room number? Or the bed number on the 1st floor?

I went back to the office and checked the room records on my computer, and 103 beds were empty. A patient who had just been discharged from the hospital in the afternoon had recovered.

I ran out and asked Nurse Huang, and she told me that it was a small library on the first floor.

I'm going to make it dawn. Just go and find it.

I finally managed to stay up until the early morning. See the morning sun shining into the hospital. I just felt a little warmer. At this time, the hospital was bustling with people, and many family members of patients brought breakfast to their families. For a while, the smell of all kinds of food wafted in the corridor.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Mr. Zhao appeared in the office on time. I stepped forward to report the death of the 503rd patient yesterday, and also explained the strange phenomenon of the deceased's body fever that did not go away. As for what I encountered later, I don't know if it was my hallucinations or what really happened, so I didn't say. Teacher Zhao frowned when he heard it, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Birth, old age, sickness and death in hospitals are no longer normal. I then asked Dr. Zhao for leave to borrow a few books from the library on the first floor. Mr. Zhao saw that I was studious, smiled, and allowed me to do so for 1 day.

I went to the 1st floor, and there were more patients and families on the 1st floor than on the 5th floor, so I searched by the room number. After a while, I arrived at the door of 103.

Knocked on the door and went pull the doorknob. It's still locked.

Nobody?

At this time, a hoarse voice next to him sounded: "Doctor, do you want to borrow a book?" ”

I turned my head and saw that it was an old man who looked to be in his 50s, although his face was full of vicissitudes, his hair was already silver, and his thin face was in good spirits. Dressed very neatly, people who have worked in the hospital for a long time have a little cleanliness. This is not surprising. In his left hand, he holds a string of keys. Pinch one of them.

"It's Master Zhou. I am an intern in the Department of Internal Medicine, Meng Yichen. I'm here to borrow books. I introduced.

Master Zhou smiled and hurriedly opened the door and said, "Usually I rarely come here, and there are not many people who come to borrow books in the early morning. So I came late. Waited, right? ”