Zheng Hao reclined on the not wide chair, his eyes closed, too lazy to move, the late autumn sun sprinkled on him from the window, and he enjoyed it very warmly.

Zheng Hao is a surgeon at a hospital in Wuhe, working for five years, and is quite famous in the local area. His girlfriend was a nurse at his hospital named Shen Lu. The two have been in love for a few years and are ready to get married on New Year's Day.

At this time, the divorce period is not far away, and because his girlfriend Shen Lu rushed back to his hometown in the past few days, Zheng Hao lives alone in the single dormitory of the hospital.

Yesterday was Zheng Hao's rest day, and he rode a bicycle to the area around Yan's tomb to relax in autumn. When he was about to return to the hospital, the sky had already darkened, and when he quietly looked at the single phoenix wordless tablet in Yan's tomb, Zheng Hao felt a cool air rise from the soles of his feet. He tightened his shirt and hurried back to the hospital on his bicycle.

During this time, Zheng Hao was both happy and troubled. The good news is that the wedding date is approaching, and the trouble is that the hospital is competing for the position of chief surgeon, and in the competition of the three surgeons, Zheng Hao is obviously at a disadvantage.

Seeing that the window on the second floor of the family building opposite was still lit, Zheng Hao suddenly had an inspiration. He decided to buy some gifts and go to visit the director, today is Sunday, when the hospital is the least crowded, and the small family building opposite is where several leaders of the hospital live. Zheng Hao felt that there was a godsend, there were a total of six households in the small building, and only the lights of the dean's house were on tonight.

Zheng Hao hurriedly put on his clothes, combed his hair in the mirror, and chose a casual dress that made him feel quite handsome to wear, and then walked out of the dormitory and went to the bank ATM in the town to withdraw 2,000 yuan.

Zheng Hao bought some fruits and a few boxes of gift-wrapped food, came to the door of the dean's house, tidied up his clothes, stabilized his mood, and pressed the doorbell.

"Who?" The lazy voice of the dean's wife came from inside the room, and it seemed that she had fallen asleep.

Zheng Hao stabilized his emotions and tried his best to say in a calm tone: "Is Dean Sun at home?" I'm Xiao Zheng of the Department of Surgery. ”

The door creaked open, and under the soft light of the room, Zheng Hao couldn't believe his eyes. The dean's wife is just in her early forties, slightly obese, usually not at work, just speculate in stocks at home, many of the hospital employees don't know the name of the dean's wife, Zheng Hao also followed everyone, met and politely greeted 'Mrs. Sun'. But tonight's dean's wife is not the impression that Zheng Hao usually sees, I saw her wearing a milky white translucent pajamas, her hair was draped over her shoulders, and under the light, her two eyes flashed with a heart-beating light.

The dean's wife saw Zheng Hao stupidly and smiled: "Is it Xiao Zheng?" Come on in, it's cool outside. ”

Zheng Hao entered the living room in a restrained manner, and the dean's wife closed the door casually, turned around and walked to a strip-shaped coffee table at the end of the living room: "Xiao Zheng, the dean went home to visit his parents today, and he won't go home until tomorrow morning." What's the matter with you? Tell me and I'll tell you about it. ”

Zheng Hao was slightly disappointed, but saw a white hand stretched out in front of him, it turned out that the dean's wife had already made a cup of green tea and handed it to Zheng Hao.

Zheng Hao said thank you, took a few sips of tea, and then his thoughts became clear, he looked at the dean's wife sitting opposite him, and implicitly expressed his desire to get the position of chief physician.

The dean's wife didn't answer, just looked at Zheng Hao with a smile. Zheng Hao was a little overwhelmed, and after barely expressing his meaning, he couldn't wait to leave quickly.

Zheng Hao gently put the gift in his hand on the coffee table in front of him, and at the same time put the 1,000 yuan that had been counted several times on the table respectfully. Lowering his head and blushing, he said, "Mrs. Sun, a little heart, please ask Mrs. Sun to talk to Dean Sun about me." Farewell! ”

He just wanted to stand up beside him, but he felt a strange look, looked down, and saw that the dean's wife on the opposite side actually separated the small coffee table, stretched out a snow-white foot and rested on his lap.

Zheng Hao's mind suddenly went blank, and he was very embarrassed to stand or sit.

He peeked at the dean's wife, but saw that her eyes were like silk, as if she was smiling, and she kept rubbing Zheng Hao with one foot.

Just when he was flustered, he heard the dean's wife sigh faintly: "Xiao Zheng, I really envy you young people." Look at the dead ghost in our family, although he looks dignified, others envy him for becoming the dean in his early forties, and they all praise me for my good fortune. But who knows what is wrong with me? This dead ghost has long been a eunuch, and he often stays away from home with me, and I am the only one at home in the huge house, so I am lonely and lonely. ”

Zheng Hao didn't know how to answer, but he suddenly felt a warm and soft hug, it turned out that the dean's wife came to him from the opposite side of the sofa at some point, and actually hooked Zheng Hao's neck. For a while, Zheng Hao suddenly felt that his breath was like an orchid, and his whole body was hot.

"Doctor Zheng", an old voice interrupted Zheng Hao's thoughts, pulling him back to reality from the ** cave he had met last night.

Zheng Hao opened his eyes, and in front of him stood an old man dressed as a peasant in his fifties and sixties.

"Sit down!" , Zheng Hao still said lazily: "Say, where is it uncomfortable?" ”

The old man showed a look of pain: "Doctor Zheng, since yesterday, I have had a few blisters on my stomach for some unknown reason, which are painful and itchy. ”

**Pick up a medical record card, briefly ask the old man his name, age, and address, fill it in, and tell the old man to take off his coat and lie down on the operating table.

When the two of them lay down, ripped off their white shirts, and exposed their chests and belly, Zheng Hao didn't feel sick.

I saw that on the old man's belly, more than a dozen translucent blisters the size of soybeans bulged.

Zheng Hao wiped the old man's stomach several times with iodine wine, picked up a pair of tweezers, and gently pinched one of the blisters.

Zheng Hao felt strange, the blister seemed to be full of elasticity, he picked up another scalpel with his right hand, and gently cut on the blister.

I saw a stream of pus and blood gushing out, and at the same time a foul smell came from his nose, and the old man didn't seem to feel the pain of the knife cutting through the blisters.

Zheng Hao frowned, picked up a cotton wool with tweezers, and wiped the pus and blood that flowed. Suddenly, Zheng Hao's eyes widened, and nausea and fear followed, Zheng Hao saw that in the flowing pus and blood, there was actually a white soft worm wriggling.

Zheng Hao's eyes widened, and he seemed to see that the old man was smiling. Zheng Hao cut open another blister like crazy, and in addition to the same pus and blood, a white soft wriggling worm appeared.

Zheng Hao was horrified to find that the blisters on the old man's belly seemed to be increasing, and after a while, more than thirty of them poured out. At this time, Zheng Hao's mind was blank, and his only thought was to remove these blisters that made him sick and frightened as soon as possible.

Finally finished cutting the last one, Zheng Hao turned his head to see that the plate on the side was crawling with those white maggots. When he looked at the old man sideways, Zheng Hao saw that the old man's eyes and nose were also constantly surging out of those disgusting white maggots, and he screamed unconsciously and passed out.

I don't know how long it took, Zheng Hao faintly felt that someone was pushing him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch black all around, and under the only dim street lamp, Dean Sun was looking at him in confusion.

"Dean Sun", Zheng Hao asked in a hoarse voice in horror, "Why am I here?" What about the old man on the operating table just now? ”

Dean Sun had a straight face: "Zheng Hao, I was just about to ask you?" In the middle of the night, what are you doing lying here alone? ”

Zheng Hao asked tremblingly, "Dean Sun, today is Monday, and it's my turn to be on duty." I was at work just now, huh? I'm still operating on a patient. ”

Dean Sun's face was almost distorted with anger, and he scolded with a straight face: "Zheng Hao, are you crazy?" Today is Sunday, you are resting, and you have not been to work at all. ”

"Huh?" , Zheng Hao was so shocked that he couldn't come back to his senses and asked, "Dean Sun, why are you here?" ”

Dean Sun was angry: "Is there anything wrong with you?" I was supposed to go back to my hometown for the night today, but I received a call from the duty room in the middle of the night, informing me that there was an emergency meeting in the city tomorrow morning. I had no choice but to rush home overnight to bring the report materials for tomorrow's meeting. When I was about to get home, I found that there seemed to be a person lying in front of the corridor in front of the morgue, and when I came to see it, it turned out that you were asleep here, what the hell is going on? ”

Zheng Hao was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, and looked around intently, and sure enough, it was the door of the morgue of his hospital. Zheng Hao quickly took out his mobile phone, which clearly told him that it was Sunday, and the time was just after 11 o'clock in the evening.

Zheng Hao's mind was confused, and he secretly thought to himself: "What's wrong with me?" Could it all be an illusion? Is it still Sunday? Does this mean that I have just returned from the tomb of the Yan family with many evil folklore in less than 7 hours? ”