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[Regarding your receipt this time, I also have content to submit.] 】

[I heard the following from a netizen who came to me for help.] I reckon that she may have lied about some of the details, but judging by the description, she did encounter something terrible. I kept in touch with her for a while and gave her some advice, but it was probably not followed. After that, she didn't contact me, and I don't know what happened now. 】

[Back to the point.] Here's what she told me:

[She is a new nurse, and the hospital has a new inpatient department, and the wards are spacious, the beds are sufficient, and the environment is also very good. She has a good time every day and gets along well with her colleagues.

[That was the first time she had been scheduled for the night shift.] There weren't many patients hospitalized, they weren't full, and there wasn't much going on at night. She was dozing off in the lounge when she was being disturbed by the ringing of the bell. It is a patient in a certain ward who has diarrhea that does not stop. She took the medicine and went back to the break room. An hour later, she went to the ward to check on the patient. The patient has recovered and is asleep.

[She was about to leave the ward when she heard the voice of the next ward through the wall.

[Because it's been a long time, I can't find the original chat history, so I can only roughly retell it.]

[The conversation she heard, one between two men, sounded like a conversation between a patient.]

[One said, when can I go back?]

[The other said, "It will take another three or four days.] Soon. Do this well and you can go back.

[The previous one muttered something, she didn't hear clearly.]

[The latter person continued, don't be in a hurry, it's soon, it's fast.]

[The conversation is roughly like this, it sounds like two patients are in a hurry to be discharged, one comforting the other.]

[She didn't pay much attention to it and went back to the lounge.] The next night was fine, she slept until dawn, changed shifts with her colleagues in the morning, and went home to rest.

[After another shift, it's time for her to work the night shift again.] The previous patient with diarrhea has not been discharged from the hospital. Their department was actually very helpless about that patient. It was an old sick man, still a lonely old man, with many problems, stubborn temper, and quite a toss-up, and they often admitted him, let him stay in the hospital for a week or two, go home for a week or two, and then come back to the hospital. That's pretty much it.

[That night, he rang the bell again, saying that he was in pain everywhere, couldn't sleep, and wanted this and that. She could only cope.

[In the meantime, she heard voices again.] It's still in the next room. Again, those few words. The content is the same, still one is in a hurry, and the other is comforting and saying that it's almost there.

[She remembers very well that the patient in the next ward had been discharged yesterday, and a new person was admitted, and there should be only one patient in the next ward now, and there may be a family member of the patient, who stayed in the hospital and did not leave. Those conversations, about the family and the patient, sounded reasonable, but she always felt strange. Because of the dialogue heard twice, the voice and content seem to be exactly the same, and there is no difference at all. Even if the patient is thinking about being discharged, it should not be said word for word.

[She's not the kind of person with an amazing memory, and she can't be 100% sure that the conversation she hears twice is really word for word.] Because she was uncertain, she didn't go to the next room to check it out.

[I think she already had a premonition at that time, which can also be said to be a human instinct, the instinct to avoid danger.

[She didn't go to see it that night, and when the old patient fell asleep, she hurried back to the nurse's station, but she couldn't sleep that night. She rarely had insomnia, and that night she had insomnia for the first time. The next morning, she changed shifts with her colleagues, and when she got off work, she made a special detour and went to the ward to have a look. There was only one person in the room, just the newly admitted patient lying on the hospital bed. His family members were not there, but there were traces of someone sleeping in the empty hospital bed next to him, and there were daily necessities next to the bed.

[She didn't think about it, go home, go to work, go home...... And just like that, it was her turn to work the night shift again. The third night shift, nothing happened. The old patient was discharged from the hospital, and no one rang the bell at night. Both wards have patients discharged and admitted to the hospital, all of whom look normal.

[It's been like this for about a month or two.] Another night shift, she met a patient at night and rang the bell, it was a new patient admitted to the hospital today, the condition was not very good, the pain was unbearable at night, and she couldn't sleep. She brought him painkillers, and when she brought them over, she was at the door of the ward and heard voices talking inside.

[That ward was the ward next door to the old patient, the ward where she heard the conversation. This time, both beds in the ward were full. At night, the curtains of both beds were also drawn, and only the patient who had just asked for painkillers turned on the bedside lamp.

[But the voice is not coming from the patient.] The patient was snorting and chirping, and the pain was unbearable. It was a patient in another hospital bed who spoke. The conversation was still a few words, one was in a hurry to leave, and the other was about to be comforted.

[She was so frightened that she stood still and didn't dare to enter at all. She thought carefully about the situation of the two patients in this room. Both are middle-aged and elderly, and both have family members to accompany the bed, and the family members also stayed in the hospital at night. Thinking about it this way, it is normal for the patients and their families in that bed to be woken up and say two words like this. But she had heard this conversation three times, and all three times it was exactly the same, and the voice was almost exactly the same, which was really weird.

[She entered the ward that day, gave the medicine to the patient, and left quickly.

[Because of the newcomer, she doesn't know whether she should tell her colleagues about it. After three or four days of anxiety, she tossed and turned and talked about it with her colleagues on duty when she worked the night shift again.

[She didn't say it directly, but knocked on the side, asking her colleagues if there were any strange things in the hospital and if there were any taboos. She didn't know if there really wasn't such a thing, or if her colleagues didn't want to tell her, but anyway, she got a negative answer.

[After another month or so, when I was on the night shift again, I ran into someone ringing the bell next door to that weird ward. She had already put on something like the Guanyin jade pendant at that time, and because she had not encountered any danger, she relaxed and naturally walked into the ward to deal with the patient's problems. As she was leaving, she heard the conversation for the fourth time. But this time, it's a little different from the previous three times. After that phrase "almost, almost", the two voices stopped, and for a few seconds there was silence, and one of them rang out, shouting very loudly, "Hey, what's wrong, doctor, doctor", and then it stopped abruptly.

[She was startled and reflexively ran to the next room.] The next ward was empty. There were actually patients admitted there, but only one person, and he took leave to go home in the evening. The voice she heard came from the empty hospital room.

[She was so frightened that her feet were weak, and she didn't know how the next time passed, until she rested all day, and when she went to the day shift next, she was still a little unable to come back to her senses.

[The head nurse looked at her in a trance, and a lot of work was assigned to other nurses that day.]

[She was in such a trance, and in the afternoon, she was awakened. It was the screams of the sick coming from that room, calling for doctors, doctors, almost the same as the voices she had heard that night.

[She thought she was dreaming for a while, but she didn't react, and was pushed by the head nurse before running to the ward with the others.

[Two new patients were admitted in the morning, both of whom were staying in this room. One of them rolled his eyes and his body twitched, and the other shouted anxiously next to him. They rescued the sick one, but they still couldn't get the person back. The new patient who called the doctor was in a very bad mood, and he didn't deliberately talk to anyone, as if he was talking to himself, saying that they were still chatting before, and he was still saying that it was soon, soon, and he would be discharged in three or four days......

She was shocked and terrified. I don't know if it was her brain doing something superfluous, or if it was the truth, but at that moment she felt that the voice of the new patient was exactly the same as the voice she had heard in the previous conversation. She seemed to have heard the conversation between the two months ago and foresaw the patient's death.

[She was scared of this and didn't tell anyone.] However, the matter seems harmless. It was just a coincidence that she overheard a conversation between one person and another person before she died.

[In the days that followed, she took a moment to regain her senses and forget about it for a while.]

[She asked me for help, more than two months after the patient's death. She had forgotten about it, and she had never had any supernatural experiences.

[Then, on that day, also the night shift, still in that ward, she heard her own voice while she was dealing with the patient's affairs.

[She heard a voice that was not her own, but her own, saying: This is not good, we have regulations, it can't be like this.]

[That's it.] Very clear, very eerie.

[She's too scared. The last time she encountered something like this, a few months later, someone died. This time, she heard it again, it was still her own voice, and it was possible that she was going to die.

[She found me for this.] Of course, not only did she find me, but she also looked for others, but the matter was not resolved, because she had never heard of such a thing before. I mean, somebody might have the ability to foresee, and there is a system of foreknowledge like divination, but to say that somebody can hear someone's dying voice in the future somewhere, it's never been heard of. The root of the problem is either with her or on that ward. If it needs to be solved, you have to ask someone to investigate the ward.

[I don't have that kind of ability, I just know someone who has that kind of ability, so I introduced and recommended her. She was hesitant and resistant. I don't think that's right. Generally speaking, when encountering this kind of thing, the person concerned will be very frightened, like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw, no matter what, try it first. She may also have begged someone else. When communicating with me, she was afraid of words, but she was reluctant to take action.

[After several communications, she said that she would consider it every time, but there was no follow-up. Until we cut off contact completely. 】

[It was she who unilaterally cut off contact with me.] 】

[I don't know if she solved this matter, or if she didn't, and what happened to her.] Or something worse happened and she couldn't contact me......]

[Because I don't know her real name, and she didn't say the name of the hospital, I couldn't find her when I tried to find her afterwards.] 】

[Speaking of which, this is true of many of the requests for help I have encountered. Come to an eventual end. That's probably because I don't have the skills to help people directly. It's a pity. 】

[I hope you can be interested in this submission.] It would have been better if I could have given the woman who had asked for help at the time. 】

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"You old thing! Look for death! How many times have I told you,! Can't speak? You can scream when you eat, you don't know how to! Did you do it on purpose? Yes! ”

Syllable! Syllable!

Boom!

"Pretend to be dead! Stand up! You bad old man! The ass has not been wiped clean! ”

Syllable! Bang bang!

"Woo...... Not...... Don't, don't......"

Boom!

"Get it everywhere! Grandma's! Wipe it clean yourself! Can't mop the floor? ”

Boom!

"Woo-woo......"

"Don't play dead! Hurry up and wipe it clean! Did you hear that? ”

Boom.

"Hello? Feed! ”

“…… Feed! Deng Xin! ”

Deng Xin came back to his senses and saw the face that was almost in front of him, and he took a step back in fright.

Her heart was pounding, and her eardrums were shaking from the loud bang she had made.

"What are you doing in a daze? Wipe it off quickly. The newcomers are smarter, and they still need to be taught to do things? "A fat middle-aged woman with inconspicuous facial features, when she speaks, her eyebrows are raised, and her deep voice is habitually raised, which always gives people a sense of incongruity.

Her voice coincided with the voice Deng Xin had just heard, and even the content was so similar.

Deng Xin lowered his head and quickened the movements of his hands.

"How did you recruit such a young one? You can't do things when you look at it. Don't you want us to wipe your butts then? The middle-aged woman turned and complained to another woman of a similar age.

The latter just smiled, "I came out of a poor place, I worked very early, and the cleaner has been working for several years, so I am very good at working." ”

"We're not like any other place here. Those old things, tsk-" The middle-aged woman pursed her lips in disgust, her features shifted, and she looked more and more incongruous.

Her colleague seemed to be used to her like this, and didn't say anything to her, just told Deng Xin what he was going to do next.

“…… You cleaned the room over there, too. Mop the floor clean. The old thing in bed 3 in the morning knocked over the bowl again. The starving ghost is like being reincarnated, desperately rushing to eat, but he can't hold the bowl, wasting food all day long. The middle-aged woman complained in a broken heart.

Deng Xin just nodded silently and continued to do what she was doing, thinking to herself: It seems that this new job can't be done, she ......

The train of thought was interrupted by a noisy cry outside.

The faces of the middle-aged woman and her colleague changed.

Deng Xin still kept his head down, as if he hadn't heard the sound outside at all.

Soon, the sound of quarrels and cries and mourning went from the door to the outside of the building, and then entered the building.

The security guards just shouted a few words around the crowd, and didn't dare to really stop people.

The crying man made a "bang" and threw the simple bed board and the thin old man on it to the ground.

The old man had a bony scalp and seemed to be malnourished for a long time, his body was stiff and twisted, and his posture was very unnatural.

Thrown to the ground like this, the old man only shook with the bed board, and did not move.

"Our dad was sent to your nursing home alone, and he died in just a few months! You seek money and kill people! Where's your boss! Come out, tell your boss to come out! The man at the head held his beer belly, and his voice drowned out the weeping woman behind him. His words were like the sound of a starting gun, and the women behind him stopped crying and shouted after him, asking the boss to come out.

"And Daddy's paycheck! He has a pension of four or five thousand yuan a month! Don't try to steal the money! ”

"And I'm going to lose money!"

"That's it! Lose money and lose money! ”

The middle-aged woman wanted to slip away, but was caught by the crowd that squeezed in. Her colleagues were not immune.

"The boss is upstairs!"

"You guys look for the boss and go upstairs to find it!"

The two of them shouted together.

Deng Xin was also caught, but she looked dumb and stupid, and the person who grabbed her was attracted to the middle-aged woman.

Deng Xin took the opportunity to escape and carefully avoided the group.

She peeked at the old man on the bed.

Should...... That's him. The voice she heard......

Thinking so, she looked at the middle-aged woman again.

If this person can be driven away, she may be able to stay here and continue to work.

As she thought so, she heard voices again.

"Hungry...... I'm so hungry...... ...... food"

Sure enough, I still can't stay here any longer.

Deng Xin lowered his head and pretended not to hear anything. She hid in the lounge and closed the door, unable to isolate the sound of the disturbance outside, but completely isolated the eerily clear and eerie voice.

She sat down tiredly, and after a moment's pause, she pulled out her phone.

She didn't have time to rest, so she had to find her next job quickly.