I went to the pharmacy in the middle of the night.

The pharmacy was in a small alley across the street from our school, and it was so dark that I couldn't see the direction at all. But fortunately, a red lantern was lit at the entrance of the pharmacy, which looked foggy, although it was a little scary, but at least you could know the exact address of the pharmacy.

I had a real headache, so I pressed my head with one hand and walked very slowly to the pharmacy. The pharmacy is actually quite large, with two floors. This is a privately owned pharmacy, and the first floor specializes in selling some various medicinal materials, both Chinese and Western medicines. The second floor is responsible for giving patients drips and consultations, just like a small hospital.

I walked to the 2nd floor and saw the owner of the pharmacy. The boss said he could hang the bottle for me.

It just so happened that the second floor was empty now, and there were rows of hanging bottles in the ward, and there were no patients. I was very baffled by this at the time. But then I thought that it might be the patients who were hanging the bottles, because it was getting late now, so they all left.

But there was something even stranger at the time. It's just that the owner of this pharmacy is not the same person as I have met before.

I remember that the owner of the pharmacy was an old man. Then he was the old doctor in charge of Chinese medicine, and the old man seemed to have hired two Western doctors.

But the boss I saw that night was a young man. And the man was wearing a doctor's white coat, a doctor's white hat on his head, and a mask with particularly thick gauze on his face.

He covered himself so tightly that I couldn't tell what he looked like or what he looked like. Listening to that man's voice, I always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The doctor's advice to me was an infusion. But he said I could take the medicine and go back to the dorm room to get an intravenous drip.

I thought it was a joke! Because I wasn't a student at all, I was a teacher at the school, and I was the only one living in the dormitory.

If something happens along the way, I don't even have someone to help me. And this small pharmacy is so close to our school, the beds upstairs are all empty, and the room is quite warm.

I told the owner of the pharmacy at the time. qδ.net

"I think it's good that I'm right here! I don't have to take it back. You're here to tie it up for me, and I'll lie down in bed and sleep."

As a result, the boss said to me in a very eerie and strange tone.

"It's already past 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and if you want to get a drip, it will take at least four hours to finish all the pills in one bottle.

At that time, it was 3 o'clock in the second half of the night, and 3 o'clock in the second half of the night was a very scary time period. If you have to get a needle in my small pharmacy, wait until about 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, if something strange happens, if any accident happens, I have no responsibility. If you agree, I'll get you a needle!"

I thought this boss was ridiculous! Isn't it just a drip? What an accident can happen! What's more, he is also the owner of a pharmacy. Aren't these doctors particularly staunch atheists?

And I had a terrible headache. That kind of migraine feeling can literally kill me! So I didn't think too much about it, and I didn't think carefully about what this boss was talking about.

I was stomping my feet and I said I was going to get a needle now, I had to do it right away.

The owner of the pharmacy could only agree with me when he heard my insistence. The boss walked into a small closed room, there should be a liquid medicine or something, it needs to be ready!

The boss worked in the room for a long time, and finally took out a bottle of drip, and then there was a needle in a plastic bag. The boss hung up the drip bottle and put me on the hospital bed while he helped me get a needle.

The environment of that ward was quite good, there was a TV on the wall, the mattress was very thick, and the quilt was very thick.

I was the only one in the ward, and I was stuck with a needle and kept changing the TV channel with the remote control.

After a while, I felt a little sleepy. I lay on the bed with the quilt on, only putting my right hand on the outside of the quilt, and then I fell asleep softly with my eyes closed.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly an indescribable chill swept through my body.

I felt my body chill, as if the sky had cooled down all of a sudden. I was so frozen by this inexplicable chill that I opened my eyes suddenly, and at the same time, I glanced at my phone. It was already the middle of the night, and it was about to be 3 o'clock.

I was thinking that it was almost 3 o'clock, and I guess I would almost finish my drip. I thought I couldn't sleep anymore, otherwise it would be easy to regain my blood.

Just as I looked up, ready to see how much fluid was left in my infusion bottle. A particularly horrific scene happened.

When I looked up, I realized that the bottle had become empty. There was no medicine in my body at all, and then I looked down and saw my right hand, which was still stuck with a needle in my right hand, and I still had three layers of adhesive tape on my hand.

I was so startled that I quickly called the owner of the pharmacy and helped me remove the needle.

But at this time, when we looked up, we found that all the beds in the entire ward were lying with patients.

Before I went to bed, it was empty, and there was no one. But I don't know what's going on now, and I didn't hear anything from the side when I slept for a while.

But now all the hospital beds around me are full of people. All of them were dressed in blue and white hospital gowns, all of them thin as skeletons, their lips were not bloody, and their faces were snow-white.

These people have needles on their bodies, and the most terrifying thing is. Their drip bottles are completely different from mine. The liquid in their bottles was bright red and looked like blood.

Oh my God, how can there be such a strange thing in the world, how can someone prick their body with blood.

I was so scared of the scene!

I couldn't even tell the other patients in the bed, in this room, if they were humans or ghosts.

It was horrible, and I broke out in a cold sweat.