Dr. Huang said that after he dispersed that day, he immediately contacted the department doctor on the second floor, and then verified the identity of the old man in the bed in ward 209. He said that the second floor is the floor of the thoracic surgery department, and the vast majority of patients hospitalized here have conditions similar to pneumonia and lung cancer. And that old man is a patient with advanced lung cancer. Dr. Huang carefully looked at the patient's condition information, and inferred according to the pathology, the old man's condition was already very serious, and he was relatively old, and he had lost the possibility of surgical treatment. In other words, he could die at any time.

So Dr. Huang immediately arranged for the old man to change the ward, so he left ward No. 209 vacant. And on the grounds of ward maintenance, warning signs were put up, blocking the floor door on this side, prohibiting others from approaching.

He also informed the hospital leaders of the incident that day, but did not mention his suspicions, but only briefly described the old man's illness and his own methods of dealing with it. Since Dr. Huang was the second person in charge of the hospital, the hospital leaders acquiesced and directly authorized him to deal with the matter.

Master asked, "Apart from these three things, have there been any other related situations?" Because these three things, except for the first one, which is an exact hell, the other things can only be said to be suspicious for the time being. And even the first thing that could not be found was a witness, and to a greater extent, it was a rumor. After hearing what Master said, Dr. Huang replied, Of course there is, and it was what happened next that made Dr. Huang firm in his determination to invite my master.

He told us that the day after the warning sign was placed, the rumors in the hospital, especially on the second floor, intensified. Although he scolded him, he still silently wrote down these rumors. Thoracic surgery is a serious department, due to the limited space of the hospital, many patients diagnosed in surgery stay in the surgery to continue treatment, rather than transfer to other departments, so relatively speaking, thoracic surgery is a department with more patient deaths. So rumors began to pop up, saying that once in ward 209, the bed where the old man was, there had been a death of a critically ill patient, and the patient was an elderly woman, who had all her internal organs damaged and died of blood. Someone else said that there was an elderly female patient who was diagnosed in that hospital bed, and knew that her time was short, so she couldn't bear it, so she jumped from the window in the middle of the night and fell to her death. Some people even said that a few years ago, there was an old nurse in the hospital who was very bad and very unfriendly to the patients, so when she gave the patients in this bed infusion treatment, she added poison and poisoned the people to death.

Dr. Huang said that except for the first article, the rest are all nonsense. I have been working in this hospital for a long time, and I have never heard of a vicious time such as jumping off a building and falling to death, or a bad old nurse killing someone. It's just that some people have died, but this is a hospital, which ward has not died? If you're going to be haunted, there's no reason to just be haunted by this one.

After hearing these rumors, Dr. Huang deliberately stayed in the office that night and worked overtime, about 8 o'clock in the evening, at this time, most of the people who came to see the doctor had already gone back, and some of the patients who were hospitalized had also eaten dinner and were ready to rest, relatively speaking, the environment would be quieter and there would be fewer people. So he went down the stairs on the third floor, and the door to the second floor was locked at his own request, but Dr. Huang had the key. Dr. Huang said that when he walked outside the door of the corridor on the second floor, the glass on the door was opaque, but it could pass through some of the light. I reflected the light and saw the shadow of a person's side face behind the door.

Dr. Huang said that he had told him that this area was forbidden to pass, so it stands to reason that there should be no one behind the door at this moment. Dr. Huang asked through the door, who is there? The shadow of the side face remained motionless and did not answer. He told us that from the shadow, it seemed to be an older person, but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. So he asked again, but the shadow still didn't answer. Dr. Huang began to take out the key to open the door, and even when he opened the door himself, the shadow remained motionless. When he pushed open the door to see who it was, it was empty, and there was no one, except for the light in the hallway, which flickered inexplicably.

At that moment, Dr. Huang knew that this should be regarded as hell. However, he did not leave, but quietly walked to the door of ward 209, and looked through the small window on the door. Ward 209, which had not yet had time to be cleaned up, was a mess, reflecting the faint light from the window, and you could see the vomit of the old man on the floor, the tray of medicine that had been knocked over by the nurse, and the debris left behind by the burst lamp. The seal on the door is intact, indicating that no one has entered the area since he ordered the area to be sealed.

Between the outer bed and the inner bed, there is a curtain that can be pulled, and the curtain is made of cloth and can also let in light. Just when Dr. Huang leaned in front of the small window to observe carefully, the curtain suddenly appeared to be pulled by an external force, and suddenly pulled down from the head of the bed to the position close to the end of the bed. Dr. Huang's heart was racing, but he had to see it with his own eyes. I saw a short figure appear on the curtain, and it felt as if someone had sat up from a hospital bed inside, got out of bed, and then slowly leaned over to the curtain. Soon, a figure standing upright, but not tall, appeared on the curtain.

Doctor Huang stared at the curtain, beware of the figure behind the curtain suddenly rushing out, because at this moment he was already convinced that the person standing behind him was definitely not a living person. At this moment, a gust of wind blew in from the window at the end of the ward, and it seemed that the wind was not small, because it had already blown the curtain separating the two beds. When the curtain flew, if there was a person standing behind him, he should be able to see the person behind him from Dr. Huang's angle, but when the curtain opened, he could directly see the bed, and there was no one in the position of the original figure, and when the curtain fell, the shadow appeared on the curtain again.

At this time, from the ward, the voice was faint, and a very miserable cry was heard.

Dr. Huang said that the cry was very small because of the closing of the door, but it seemed to not appear in the ears, but directly in the head. Slowly, the cry became weaker and weaker, and the figure on the curtain faded and faded, and then disappeared. There was silence for a few seconds, and when Dr. Huang was still looking for movement in the room in a daze, a pale, wrinkled brain-beating man suddenly rose in front of him from the small window he was looking at, as if the sun was rising, and soon two eyes with very large eyes and eyes facing downward, full of bloodshot and tears, appeared!

When he said this, Dr. Huang suddenly stopped, as if he still had palpitations when he recalled this scene. There was an eerie silence in the office. I was already a little frightened, so I looked helplessly at Master, although Master's expression was calm, but judging from his slightly twitching nasolabial folds, he was actually frightened. Dr. Huang said that he was quite calm at the time, and after being startled, he did not scream or fall, but walked away from the door of ward 209 and took a few steps back.

Dr. Huang had almost retreated to the door of the doctor's office, his eyes fixed on the door of Ward 209. I was so nervous that I was about to suffocate, and at this time, the doorknob of 209 actually turned, as if someone was about to open the door from the inside. However, the movement of twisting the door is very slow, and it is precisely because of this slowness that it feels particularly eerie.

At that moment, Dr. Huang couldn't stand it, and the fear in his heart had already taken over, so he ran away, opened the door on the second floor, and ran down the stairs towards the third floor, but when he walked to the corner of the stairs between the two floors, he saw a person wearing a hospital gown and facing the wall with messy hair but gray hair squatting next to the trash can in the corner. Judging by the size of the woman, judging by the grayness of the hair, it is an old man. The old man crouched there, his shoulders twitching all the time, as if he was crying. But Dr. Huang didn't stop, because he knew that this old man was not a human, but a ghost. He was frightened in his heart, but he didn't listen to his feet, he turned the corner all of a sudden, and when he pushed open the door on the third floor, and then closed the door on the third floor, the moment the door closed, through the crack in the door, he saw that the old woman actually stood up straight, facing the direction of Dr. Huang, her face was full of tears, and her mouth let out a long sigh of "hey".

After the door closed, the sigh still lingered in Dr. Huang's head. At the moment, he was very scared, knowing that if he did not find someone to deal with this matter, he was afraid that there would be bigger problems in the future, and if he directly asked the leader, he would not only be criticized, but he might not even be able to keep his position. After thinking about it, he returned to his office and wrote a letter to my master.

I asked, but my master must have been wandering around during those days, how did you get the information to my master? The master smiled and said, "Apprentice, do you remember that Dr. Mo who broke his life?" I said I remember. Master said that Dr. Mo's Chinese medicine shop is actually the contact point for our industry. This has been the case since ancient times, if people want to seek the help of people in this industry and find such Chinese medicine practitioners, even if the other party is just a pure doctor, they must know people like us around them. Master said that the Ten Paths and Nine Doctors, the Taoist family and Chinese medicine, are inseparable.

I looked at Master and thought to myself, how many things else do I don't know about you, a dead old man?