Game Day 3
The first thing Fu Anan does when she wakes up is to check her phone.
Unfortunately, Dr. Zeng still didn't reply to her message, so she sent the doctor another message early in the morning, wishing him good health and a peaceful life.
When Dr. Zeng received the message, he showed the same expression as an old man on the subway looking at his phone, and then turned the phone over.
"Director Zeng."
As soon as the young nurse came in, she saw him put down his phone with a gloomy look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Several patients were sent to the hospital yesterday. They were not in good condition. The director asked you to go over and take a look."
Upon hearing this, Dr. Zeng immediately put on his white coat. The young nurse led the way while informing him of the situation. "Several injured people were brought in yesterday. They were bandaged and treated promptly, but their conditions all worsened this morning."
In addition to Dr. Zeng, there are two clinical doctors helping to check their conditions.
The wound worsened and festered.
The black blood on it made people wonder if the wound was not cleaned thoroughly yesterday.
"It's been taken care of."
The doctor in charge yesterday stood up and said that they worked until the evening, working overtime to give careful treatment to each patient. If one or two people had problems, it would be understandable, but now all the patients have problems.
The people involved knew that unless they could find the cause, they would be called in for questioning.
"Has the wound been tested for infection?"
"When was the patient last conscious?"
"Show me yesterday's surgical records..."
At this time, the top surgeon in their hospital was asking the person who was in charge yesterday. Dr. Zeng glanced at them, then put on gloves and began to examine the patient.
Each of the injured had dilated pupils, lowered body temperatures, and extremely slow heartbeats. The black blood from the wounds could not be stopped and continued to flow, staining the mattress.
He checked other parts of his body and found that the nails on his hands and feet had turned black to varying degrees, and his limbs had become stiff.
Woohoo—
The phone in my pocket rang at an inopportune moment.
It shuts off and then starts again.
Looking at this unfamiliar number, Dr. Zeng was stunned at first and put down the arm he was studying. As he walked out, the injured man's fingers under the quilt suddenly moved.
End of the corridor
Dr. Zeng answered the strange phone call and said, "Hello?"
"Hello, it's me, Doctor Zeng."
Who else could it be? Of course it’s Fu Anan.
"I saw that you didn't reply to my two text messages, so I called you to remind you. I hope I didn't disturb you?"
Dr. Zeng was numb. Decades of medical ethics told him not to yell at patients. "I'll remember. When the brain specialist arrives, I'll give him your case. Try not to call me during work."
"Can I add you on WeChat?"
Fu Anan immediately took action, "I also feel that calling is too inconvenient. WeChat is your phone number, right? Remember to confirm it."
Fu Anan hung up the phone happily.
Dr. Zeng sighed deeply for this patient who had a problem with his brain and took away many of his pens.
He turned off his phone and walked back. Suddenly he heard screams coming from the ward and everyone in front of him started to panic.
What's wrong
He ran over hurriedly, but when he was about two or three meters away from the ward, the person inside rushed out.
That was the patient he had just examined a few minutes ago.
At this time, the patient roared in his throat and pressed his colleague to the ground and bit him like a wild beast.
(End of this chapter)