I can't think of an answer, I can't always make it up, there are indeed only so many written in the medical record, and I can't understand the professional test data on those pages, so I can only 'crack' it by a professional doctor like Lao Qiao.

Gu Yu parked the car outside the gate of the sanatorium, the reasoning time was over, Qiao Tang got out of the car, the usual calmness was long gone, he walked in a hurry, and stepped into the gate before us.

The sanatorium exposed to the sun was a little less gloomy and a little more decadent, and Qiao Tang passed by the corpse lying on the road, and did not stop for half a minute.

I saw that Teng Rui seemed to be very interested in this corpse, squatting on the ground and observing it carefully, so I didn't bother him, anyway, there should be no danger in the yard.

Qiao Tang ran straight to the operating room I said, I went to the corridor on the third floor to get my medical records, and Tom followed Old Joe to the basement.

Sunlight streamed through the dusty windows in the hallway, and the medical folders lay alone on the windowsill, while dozens of corpses still stenched from the closed room doors.

Anesthetic gas ...... Dehydration...... Three to five days......

The quiet atmosphere around me calmed my mind, and I was sure that the tragedy had occurred the night before the disaster, and I suddenly realized what I had missed before.

Even if the anesthetic/drunken gas used by the mad doctor can make the patient sleep for a day and a night, by the day of the disaster, they should wake up.

If it was an anesthetic/drunk overdose, the patient would have died of suffocation, not dehydration, so I came to the conclusion that the patients here did not mutate after the virus outbreak!

But even if they didn't turn into zombies, something else must have happened, they gave up jumping out of the window to escape, and they were trapped in the hospital room.

Judging by the location of the bodies in the room, they were not incapacitated, and very few died in bed, most of the patients stood in the middle of the floor, in the doorway or in the corner of the wall, and some even stood under the windowsill.

They reminded me of guinea pigs trapped in a labyrinth, ignoring the exit when the exit was right in front of me.

Why? I asked myself over and over again, and it had nothing to do with deducing the mystery, it was about virus immunity, and none of the patients in the entire nursing home were corpsed after the virus broke out.

I hurriedly sent the medical records to the operating room upstairs, Qiao Tang was already wearing rubber gloves, and Gu Yu was helping him rummage through the corpse.

"Here's the medical record, I'm going to find something, call me when I leave." With these words, I ran away like a gust of wind.

I was looking for medical records from other patients, and I wanted to know if they had had symptoms of high fever in the days leading up to the virus outbreak.

Of course, the medical records would not be in the ward, so I searched all the offices and nurses' stations, rummaging through the mountains of medical records.

"No, no, no......" No one has a high fever, doesn't the virus like the mentally ill? Although the nursing home is closed, doctors and nurses can go out, so the virus has a way to get in.

I threw down the last medical record and it occurred to me that maybe the problem wasn't with the patient when the mad doctor was just locking up the patient and killing all the medical staff with his own hands?

The logistics department must have a punch-in record, but now the punch-in is either fingerprints or face-brushing, and the information must be stored in the computer.

I had to look for a backup generator at the nursing home, but the generator was out of gas.

The computer wouldn't turn on, so my guess couldn't be confirmed, so I looked around the office of the personnel department and finally fixed my eyes on the drawer of my desk.

No matter how advanced the computer is, there are some things that cannot be replaced, such as a leave note.

The more formal the unit, the more cumbersome this system is, even if you only take one day off, you must have a leave slip issued by a regular hospital.

As soon as I opened the locked drawer, there were large and small notepads neatly placed inside, and I flipped through them to a folder dedicated to storing employee leave slips.

Flipping back by date, my page turning stopped seven days before the outbreak of the virus, and only three people had taken leave in those seven days, and all of them were personal leave.

I went through it again and found that no one had taken sick leave in the past year, and all the slips were personal leave, bereavement leave, and marriage leave.

I went through the filing cabinet again, found out the entry sheets of the medical staff, and looked at their entry time.

In the employee files, I found something unusual about the employees who joined the same year, between the ages of 22 and 25.

At that time, the nursing home had been open to the public for three years, and suddenly there was a big change, and even the guards and security guards were replaced, which was really unusual, and until the disaster, for a full ten years, none of those employees resigned.

Is the treatment too good that they are reluctant to leave? Or can't leave for some reason?

"What an interesting sanatorium." I muttered as I flipped through the pages.

Since this group of people joined the company 10 years ago, where did the earlier group of medical staff go?

I rummaged through the cabinets in the office, but I couldn't find any information about 10 years ago, and the first three years of the nursing home seemed to be a blank slate.

On the surface, this is just an ordinary nursing home, with snow-white walls, neat wards, and green grass in the courtyard.

However, beneath this peaceful and tranquil façade seems to be hiding the most shady secrets.

I found the name of the mad doctor in a pile of file bags and found that he had been here for the shortest time, only three years.

Suddenly, I heard Gu Yu call me, and hurriedly stuffed the printing paper in my hand back into the file bag and ran to the operating room upstairs.

Standing at the door of the operating room, I saw a stunned sight of the corpse on the operating table gone, replaced by a young man sitting on it.

He has similar facial features to Qiao Tang, the same scholarly temperament, and he is missing one eye and three toes.

Qiao Tang put on a surgical gown for him, and covered the eye with gauze that had been removed.

"Is he?" I vaguely guessed the answer, but I couldn't believe it.

"My father." Qiao Tang calmly introduced: "She is Sang Rou. ”

"Hello, Dr. Joe." I politely said hello.

Dr. Qiao had no expression on his face, but his eyes were so pure that he didn't look like an adult, and he repeated suspiciously, "Dr. Qiao? ”

"My father's name is Qiao Xi, and he has amnesia." Qiao Tang explained.

The first aid kit rests on the shelf next to the operating table, the brain inside is gone, and it is obvious that it has been returned to its original owner.

I didn't expect the immortal brain to have such a recovery ability, Dr. Qiao's head has no traces of being cut, and the sawn skull seems to have grown back, in short, his head looks the same as the original.

If he was able to recover to this extent, why were the eyes and feet still missing?

My eyes drifted to these two parts, and Dr. Joe noticed me looking at his eyes and toes, and said gently, "Sorry, it's scary, right?" ”

I hurriedly waved my hand and said the question in my heart directly, Qiao Tang also looked clueless, it seems that Dr. Qiao has lost his memory very completely.

Maybe the disappointment on my face was too obvious, Qiao Tang hesitated and said: "He was already injured when he wore it back, and the brain may have mutated later, and the mutated brain preserved his injured form, and regeneration can only be restored to this form, but there are still many loopholes in this speculation." ”

"Then he doesn't remember you?"

"Yes, I communicated with him just now, and his intelligence is not affected."

"It's nothing short of a miracle." I sighed from the bottom of my heart and was happy for Qiao Tang.

Amnesia is not a big problem, they are father and son, after all, blood is thicker than water, and they will always get close again after getting along for a long time.

Fortunately, the person who dug up Dr. Qiao's brain didn't deal with his body, maybe it was because time was urgent, maybe he didn't expect him to be resurrected, otherwise their father and son would really be separated forever, I sighed for a while, and felt that their reunion was like a fateful arrangement.

Dr. Qiao looks very young, his actual age should be in his early forties, but now he looks only in his early thirties, and he and Qiao Tang stand like two brothers.

More than ten years have not left a mark on him, and I think this should be attributed to the immortal brain.

Gu Yu asked me what I had discovered, and I immediately told them what I had found, the sanatorium was full of oddities, and I suspected that they had changed the entire number of medical staff for the purpose of studying Dr. Joe.

It's a pity that I didn't find the bosses behind the shirium, but I think they were the ones who tricked Dr. Joe's body.

They brought Dr. Joe's body here, and gave him the identity of a madman after resurrection, and the sanatorium was closed, and he couldn't escape alone, and the mental hospital was well-equipped, just to cover for their research.

These people are very cunning and cautious, and now that the medical staff who know the inside story are dead, it is unknown whether the mastermind behind them is alive.

Fortunately, we found Dr. Joe and reunited their father and son, which I think makes more sense than tracking down the real culprit behind the scenes.

Gu Yu had inspected the dormitories of the medical staff, and I thought it would be necessary to search them again, and perhaps find clues to their personal belongings.

The newly resurrected Dr. Qiao needed to rest, and the ward could not be occupied, so Qiao Tang helped Dr. Qiao to the doctor's lounge on duty.

Gu Yu and I went to the staff dormitory to leave some space for the two fathers and sons to be alone.

Old Joe carried the mad doctor's body up from the basement, and when I asked him what he was going to do, he said he was going to do an autopsy.

He was a brain surgeon, not a forensic doctor, so why would he be interested in a corpse?

In the face of my question, Old Joe just smiled mysteriously and said that he would notify me when the result was available.

Perhaps it was the tragedy in the mental sanatorium that inspired everyone's enthusiasm for reasoning, and Teng Rui in the courtyard was still fiddling with the bones of the person who locked the door.

Gu Yu and I walked into the staff dormitory building, the woman lived on the upper floor, and the man lived on the lower floor, the layout of the dormitory was very simple, each room had four beds, and there was a table in front of the window, which was similar to the school dormitory.

It's completely different from what I imagined, there is no superfluous decoration in the female nurse's dormitory, and the bedding looks uniform, lacking personal color.

Their personal belongings are so scarce that they seem to live in isolation, and it is likely that they are being militarized.

Without extra personal belongings, there are no clues to be found, and all this seems to be expected by the boss behind the sanitarium.