What's there to be excited about, if one day you meet a ghost. I don't need to say it.

I saw him stand up suddenly. Leaning abruptly against the bookshelf behind the stool. He looked at me in horror, stretched out his finger and pointed behind me, and said with a trembling mouth: "Zhang, Zhang ......" but did not speak.

I jerked my head back, and on the wall behind me was a common diagram of the human body, but I couldn't see anything. Suddenly I heard a grunt. When he turned around, the old man fell to the ground.

I hurriedly ran over and picked him up.

Sizzle-! It's so cool. He was like an ice cube on his body. But the scene I've seen is repeated. He shouted, "It's hot." ”

I saw the thermometer on the bookshelf at a glance and grabbed it. He opened the thermometer and took his temperature.

The pointer is weirdly pointed at 50 degrees.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe that a person with a barely cold body and no pulse could measure a temperature of 50 degrees. Is there something wrong with the meter, or is my eye looking at it wrong?

His eyes widened, and he still muttered: "Zhang" pointed to the diary on the table. I hurriedly asked him, "Have you been having a low-grade fever today?" ”

His head turned around, looking very difficult, his eyes staring at me, and his mouth said, "Yes you are Zhang"

Then he began to convulse, and then he cried out, "Cold." It's cold. ”

I looked at the thermometer in front of me, and the temperature dropped slightly, stopping at 39 degrees. Suddenly, his body began to heat up again, but the thermometer slowly pointed to 50 degrees Celsius.

The old doctor died warmly in my arms. But his face was serene, as if he had met a happy thing.

Twice.

"Someone, help!" No one in the clinic answered me, how could it be?

I suddenly started to feel weird. Isn't there anyone in this clinic?

I began to look at the sunlight outside the clinic window, and it seemed that it was no longer as dazzling as before, and it was like a white light in my eyes. I looked up and felt drops of water on my forehead. Gradually, the droplets began to grow more and more.

Raining in the house?

I was scared. When I lowered my head again, I saw that I was holding it in my hand, where was the old doctor's body? There was only one diary in his hand, the one the old doctor was holding.

Suddenly, I heard a male voice shouting, "Hurry up!" ”

The clinic in front of me began to change suddenly, the walls were distorted and cold, faintly glowing with a pale green color. In front of me, what was originally a curtain of the clinic began to slowly turn into a wooden door, and I watched the wooden door change from the bottom up. It wasn't until it was in front of me that I couldn't help but breathe heavily, as I saw a clear room sign at the top of the wooden door. It reads: 307 When I looked at both sides, it was no longer the small space of the clinic, but it had become a long corridor, and there was a slight chill coming from my back. Looking back, it was a hard wall.

Is this the old internal medicine building? How could I possibly be here?

At the thought of it, my heart went numb like electricity. The sound of the wind blowing came from my ears. You can hear the rustling of leaves. Suddenly, there was a "click" in the silent empty hallway, and the door lock sounded. The sound of the wind in my ears stopped abruptly. I saw the wooden door in front of me slowly open a crack, revealing a blood-red eye