Zhuo Chuan smiled bitterly, it is indeed true, but his true purpose cannot be told to anyone, and what if others are not optimistic, it will have no effect on him.

He thought of the noon analysis, and asked tentatively, "It seems that the patient numbers in this place are not too high."

"Of course, the endangered patients with high status will not be sent here, they are all in the intensive care ward, which is called the hospice ward, which is a good name, and there is no comparison with those majors abroad, if it weren't for the best oncology hospital in the province, I wouldn't have come here for an internship."

Zhuo Chuan understood that the conditions inside were indeed not good, not only were they crowded, but there were not many doctors paying attention to them, which could be seen from the fact that the doctor on duty was an intern.

He chatted with the female doctor, but he didn't fall in love with someone, although the female doctor was quite beautiful, he was only a little familiar with it, after all, in the next two months, he might come here often, and it would be a lot of convenience to get acquainted.

In the afternoon, Zhuo Chuan went to ward 9 again, and the three beds vacated in the morning were admitted to the ward again, after all, this is a tertiary hospital in the city, and it is a tumor specialty, and there are many sources of disease, and many people are not on the list.

Zhuo Chuan just looked at it and went out. He changed out of the doctor's clothes, and sat on the chair at the door of the ward like a family member, waiting, and let him know in the morning that he should not pretend to be a doctor.

In the afternoon, he saw the female doctor on duty hurrying over and calling two doctors, he knew that someone was dying, so he followed the other party and entered the ward, and the female doctor didn't care about him.

This time it was an old teacher, 82 years old, a primary school teacher, who had taught all his life, with advanced liver cancer, and first aid had no effect.

But the old teacher's words before leaving almost paralyzed the three doctors, "I'm not dead, I'll come back!" "I was full of energy, and it spread to the outside of the ward. The three doctors confirmed that the breathing and heartbeat had indeed stopped, but they did not dare to confirm the death, and asked the family to do another examination to confirm it.

The other family members in a ward were also taken aback, and they also saw some patients pass away in the past few days, but none of them still had this kind of strength before they died.

Only Zhuo Chuan knew that the old teacher was really gone, and the mist that appeared on his body represented the last soul power, which had been absorbed by him.

Zhuo Chuan absorbed more soul power this time than the associate professor last time, and the highest education of this old teacher is only a high school, Zhuo Chuan can only attribute it to the fact that the other party is relatively old.

And the other party's dying words, and then thinking of what the last old professor said before he died, Zhuo Chuan seemed to think of something, maybe their souls did not disappear like others? While absorbing the soul power they exuded, he also sent their souls to other places?

Different from the first time when he felt a little full, this time Zhuo Chuan found that his mind seemed to be clearer, and what he had just thought of was that it came to mind in an instant, and the words of the two old men before they died, after a clear comparison, made him come to such a conjecture.

Such a conjecture was of little use to his current situation, but it made him feel much better, because he felt that he was not depriving the other party of something, but an equivalent exchange, and even gave the deceased an unknown hope.

An afternoon passed, and Zhuo Chuan did not meet any other deceased.

During dinner in the afternoon, Zhuo Chuan bought two KFC packages from outside and gave one to the female doctor on duty.

The female doctor was a little surprised, but she didn't refuse, after all, Zhuo Chuan looked quite pleasing to the eye, and she didn't eat anything in vain.

While eating, Zhuo Chuan asked some questions by the way.

"How many patients do you have to send away in your hospice in a month?"

"There are a few dozen or so a day, and you have to send away two or three hundred a month," the female doctor said very plainly, and it seemed to be commonplace.

Zhuo Chuan was dumbfounded, at first glance it was indeed shocking, but if you think about it, how many people die of cancer every year in this country, this hospital is a municipal cancer hospital, it can be said that the province's patients are sent here, and occasionally some emergency patients in the nearby neighborhood are also treated for trauma car accidents, just like two young people in ward nine, one in a car accident, one was stabbed.

At night, the ward was silent, and an atmosphere of dead silence permeated. Zhuo Chuan also felt a fluster, but still persevered, sitting alone in the corridor of the ward, looking at the door of Ward No. 9, waiting for the god of death to summon the people here again.

The night seemed to be the peak of death, and at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the female doctor on duty came again, this time alone, she saw that Zhuo Chuan was still here, she was very puzzled, but she didn't have time to care about him, it was important to save the sick number.

Zhuo Chuan also followed, and this time the sick number was saved, and the family was very grateful to the female doctor.

Zhuo Chuan couldn't tell what he was like, could he still feel sorry for the patient not dying? That would be too inhumane, he shook his head, throwing the thought away.

The female doctor had already had doubts, and Zhuo Chuan couldn't stay any longer, so she said hello to the other party and left the hospice ward.

Back at home in the modern world, Zhuo Chuan casually ate something for supper, sat in front of the computer, turned on the network, and remotely connected to the hospital's internal network through an exclusive connection method, entered the server, and viewed the patient information in the hospice ward.

"It's inconvenient" After looking at it for a while, he muttered to himself, "Combined with the example in the afternoon, only people who are old enough and have rich cultural knowledge can release more soul power after death, and only then can they have time to absorb it, but the patients currently admitted here, 9 wards, 4 people each, a total of 36 people, only two people meet the conditions, but according to their medical records, there are still three or four months of life, not the object of their own absorption."

And every time you absorb it, you have to get close to the patient number, which is also a bit troublesome, once or twice, and the number of times is too much, not only the doctor will be suspicious, but the family will also have doubts. When others see the dead, they want to get as far away as possible, how can they move forward?

"Is there anything I can do to avoid this?" Zhuo Chuan was distressed, "Doing the system, doing research, can only fool people who can't see their own actions, anyone who sees their own actions, will be suspicious, not to mention, too many times, it is easy to cause misunderstanding among the patient's family, and it is normal to drive yourself out."

In the past, it took Zhuo Chuan a while to find the answer, but I don't know how, today's brain is very active, and immediately the scene of the doctor's first aid appeared in his mind, the first aid equipment used, and he was with a patient's family at the time, and the excuse he casually said, the engineer who repaired the equipment, blocked the family's mouth.

"Yes, as long as a new first-aid equipment is marketed to the hospital, it can approach those endangered people in the name of clinical observation of the effect of the equipment, and the doctor and family members will not have any opinions" Zhuo Chuan suddenly realized, but then he thought, "But where should I find this kind of first-aid equipment that meets the requirements?" ”