At this point, a piece of paper fell out of the book on mass hysteria. When I fell to the ground, I shone it with the light of my phone and took it to myself. I saw that the paper had begun to turn a little yellow, it seemed to be a page torn from a notebook, on which a lot of words were written with a pen, the font was very neat, and it looked very powerful, like a man's notes that had practiced font. A record of what happened on a given day.

The paper read: "Nothing has changed today...... She was still asleep in her room. I was terrified of that. Why is she alive at 0 degrees in her body? I saw her EEG and cardiopulmonary function on the doctor's desk. Indeed, she lives inside that gate. But that shouldn't be possible! At least in terms of the data...... But I didn't want her to wake up. Although it is said that the recovery of the patient comrade should be regarded as his own happiness. But I was very uneasy, and watching her fall asleep made it difficult for me to breathe. If she woke up. It's my end.

Seeing this, the words below are blurry and can no longer be seen clearly. I can't help but get more and more confused, what the hell is going on? Is this diary recording a woman living below 0 degrees, or is this woman sleeping at 0 degrees? The medical knowledge I have studied tells me. That's impossible. Isn't that going to turn into a big ice ballast? When people reach that level, they have long been out of breath.

My spirit has been tense, but because of the sight of this piece of paper, I have shifted a little and felt a little relaxed. My mind opened up to think about what happened last night. A dead man at 50 degrees and a woman at 0 degrees? Is there any connection between these strange things?

And the small print that suddenly disappeared from the book "Diagnostics". And who left it?

"Smack!" Behind him came the sound of something falling to the ground. I shuddered, quickly turned around and used my phone to shine a picture of where the sound came from, and saw an iron clip on the table behind me fall to the ground. I used my phone to shine a picture of the table with the iron clip on it.

Maybe it fell too much, so it fell.

My breathing became heavy from the successive startles, and I reached out my already cold hand to take the iron clamp that had fallen to the ground. When I opened it, I saw a yellowed piece of paper clamped on an iron clip, and I hurriedly used my phone to look at it. This font! It's the same as the pencil print I saw in Diagnostics! This is left by the same person.

The scrap of paper reads: 307 Isolation Ward. About the female comrades in the isolation ward on the third floor. I'm embarrassed, but I still can't remember what she looks like. I have the impression that she is a very beautiful person. However, I can't remember her face, and I have never encountered such a thing in my previous work. The patient's name and appearance are always remembered at once. But that person was an exception, and her face was completely unclear. If you try to think about her appearance, or keep staring at her face, you will feel numb. Slowly, even my own affairs will become unclear. It's like turning the FM knob of a radio around...... What do I have to do? Do you really want to be the person in charge of the third floor? I don't think I'm the right person to be in charge of the third floor. So please consider a different person. Please organize to consider.

The word "Zhang Min" was written on the inscription