The fifth floor of the hospital is a critically ill area, with protective fences installed outside the windows, and the doors of the wards have been specially reinforced.
"It's 12:30 in the morning, and our treatment will start at 12:44 in the morning." Dr. Gao opened the medicine bottle on the table: "Before the treatment starts, please take one pill for each patient."
There were only four pills in Dr. Gao's medicine bottle. Except for the two doctors who didn't need to take the medicine, there was just one pill missing from Chen Ge's place.
Putting the empty medicine bottle on the ground, Dr. Gao took out a new bottle of medicine from his pocket.
From the appearance, there is no difference between the two bottles of medicine.
When Dr. Gao unpacked, Dr. Sun, who was sitting next to Chen Ge, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket: "I have some left over here."
He poured out a tablet from his medicine bottle. The surface of the tablet was pure white, but dense black thin lines could be vaguely seen in the tablet.
After seeing this scene, Dr. Gao reached out his hand to stop him: "Chen Ge's condition has improved, he only needs to take half a tablet."
"Half a tablet?" Dr. Sun gave Dr. Gao a puzzled look. He should have known the treatment steps in advance.
"Yes, only half a tablet is needed." Doctor Gao seemed to have some concerns in his heart.
"This is not the same as the dean's request." Dr. Sun shook his head blankly: "Although you are his attending doctor, some things are still up to the dean."
He got up and shoved the tablet into Chen Ge's mouth. Chen Ge could feel the tablet rubbing against his lips, but what made him feel strange was that Dr. Sun didn't feed him the tablet, he just used his hands Blocking his mouth, the pill was still caught between Dr. Sun's fingers.
Dr. Sun retracted his palm, and Chen Ge subconsciously made a swallowing motion.
Drugs with thin black lines can make people crazy and irrational. Chen Ge knows this clearly. Now Dr. Sun doesn't want to feed him medicine, and he has secretly deceived Dr. Gao and other patients.
This made Chen Ge quite concerned, and Dr. Sun, who was sitting beside him, didn't seem to have any intention of hurting him.
"From the time I entered the hospital, someone knocked on the door every night. The knocking sound corresponded to the number of days I spent in the hospital. The other party seemed to be worried that I would be lost and came to remind me every night."
"Yesterday, I knocked five times, and today the door knocker should have knocked six times. Coincidentally, when Dr. Sun entered the house, he knocked on the door six times."
"Is he telling me in this way that he is the knocker?"
There was lightning and thunder outside the window, but the ward was eerily quiet. Seven people sat in a circle. Except for Chen Ge and the two doctors, the other patients lowered their heads, as if they were asleep.
"They should be taking the normal white medicine. The bottle of medicine that Dr. Gao is putting on the table is the medicine that has been replaced with black lines." Before the treatment started, Chen Ge had already realized that something was wrong.
According to what Dr. Gao said before, if a patient falls ill, the others must work together to feed him the medicine on the table.
But it was obvious that the bottle of medicine on the table was not a normal white tablet, but a medicine mixed with black threads. The more medicine the patient took, the more out of control he would get.
If the treatment continues like this, the final result is likely to be the patient who took the medicine crazily and killed everyone in the house.
Chen Ge's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly remembered a detail. When Dr. Gao entered the ward, he hung the key next to the door of the ward, as if he was encouraging the patient to pick it up.
"After swallowing a large amount of medicine with black thin lines, the patient who completely lost control will take the key by the door and leave after killing everyone in the ward..."
The more Chen Ge thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. If Dr. Sun didn't stop him, Dr. Gao fed himself the medicine with thin black lines at first, but he would definitely be the first person to lose control.
The first one gets out of control, then gets controlled by the patient, feeds more medicine with black threads, and then gets more mad.
The end result is that Chen Ge will kill all the patients in the house, and then take the key and start hunting the patients frantically.
If Chen Ge really does this, his humanity will be completely wiped out, all persistence will become an inexorable sin on his body, and he will no longer be the one he used to be.
"All patients have taken medicine. Next, please remember the number on your chair. The number is your name." Dr. Gao took off his watch and put it next to the medicine bottle: "12:40 in the morning Fourteen minutes and forty-four seconds to start treatment."
All the patients and the hospital looked at the metal dial, the room was very quiet, and gradually only the sound of the hands moving.
"tick, tick..."
The moment the pointer crossed a certain number, Chen Ge felt an indescribable drowsiness flooding into his mind.
His eyelids became heavy, and he closed his eyes involuntarily, but he quickly realized that he must not fall asleep now, and must stay awake.
As soon as his eyes were closed, he opened them again, and the whole process took less than a second.
But in just this second, a lot of changes seemed to have taken place in the ward.
He himself couldn't tell what was different, he just felt vaguely uncomfortable, as if the ward they were in now was not the same ward as the previous one.
"It is 12:44:44 in the morning, and the treatment officially begins." Doctor Gao's voice seemed to be different from before, stiff and cold, like a corpse without emotion.
"You are all suffering from severe paranoia. I called you here today because I want to treat you in a unified way."
"Don't be nervous, I will play a small game with you next, you just need to make a choice according to what you really want in your heart."
There was no emotion in Dr. Gao's voice. He first looked at Dr. Fang who was sitting on No. 1: "April 1st, you are on night shift in Xinhai Central Hospital. You have been restless these past few days, and you always feel that someone is there. Looking at you. At twelve forty-five in the evening, you got up for the seventeenth time and went to the window and looked out."
Dr. Gao suddenly stopped. After a long interval, he pointed to the window of the ward: "Go and see what's outside the window?"
After taking the medicine, Doctor Fang, whose eyes were a little unusual, got up from the first seat, and he leaned against the wall and came to the window.
The moment he opened the window, a bolt of lightning flashed across his cheek, illuminating the interior of the ward and the downstairs of the hospital.
"Ah!" Doctor Fang exclaimed, holding the edge of the window sill with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would jump off accidentally.
"You got up and came to the window for the seventeenth time, and what did you see?" Dr. Gao's tone did not change. At this time, he was like a corpse among the living.
"There's a madman downstairs who's been laughing. He's waving to me! He wants me to jump off!" Doctor Fang's voice was not loud, and he felt like he was about to breathe when he spoke.
"There are two choices in front of you now, jump down to find him? Or let him come up to find you?" Chen Ge said that the two choices mentioned by Dr. Gao were not a choice at all. This is the fifth floor. If you go down, you will surely die. If you want to survive, you can only choose to let the other party come up.
There was no need to hesitate at all, but Doctor Fang began to think seriously, and a drop of sweat fell down his cheek.
His body kept shaking, until finally he did not make a choice, but slumped on the ground.
Dr. Gao didn't speak, until Dr. Fang got up again and hid behind the curtain to look outside, he asked again: "Is that person still downstairs?"
"It's gone, he's gone." Doctor Fang looked horrified, and he sat down on chair number 1 again.
No one knew where the monster downstairs went, and Dr. Gao didn't ask Dr. Fang any more questions, but Dr. Fang stared at the door of the ward, as if the madman would knock on the door after a while.
Moving his eyes, Dr. Gao looked at Patient No. 2 again: "At twelve forty-six in the evening, you came to Xinhai Central Hospital to investigate an old case. You have been looking for clues these past few days, and finally all the information is available. Point to this hospital. You are sure that the murderer is hiding in the hospital, and when you stand downstairs and look up, you see a doctor hurriedly closing the curtain."
Dr. Gao's eyes wandered between Dr. Fang and Patient No. 2: "Look carefully to see if the doctor's face looks the same as his."
The patient in chair number two raised his head. He was pale and looked much older than his actual age.
Patient No. 2 stared at Doctor Fang, and after watching for a long time, he shook his head.
The ward became calm again, and the sound of the mechanical watch's hands rang in his ears, and after a long time, Dr. Gao said to Patient No. 2 again: "At twelve forty-seven in the evening, you picked it up outside the hospital building. A letter for help, a boy's sister was stabbed by a patient, and the patient was hiding in a ward. The description in the letter is somewhat similar to the case you have been pursuing, and you entered the hospital with the letter."
Patient No. 2's condition is not very stable. He mechanically shook his head, as if he didn't want to believe anything.
"Put your hand into your sleeve and see if the letter is still there?" Dr. Gao's voice sounded as the pointers crossed, and the second middle-aged male patient subconsciously put his hand into his sleeve, and he took out a wrinkled white paper.
Looking at the contents on the white paper, Patient No. 2 grabbed his hair fiercely, his eyes gradually turned red, and it seemed that he might lose control at any time.
"What's on the letter?" Dr. Gao didn't care about the state of Patient No. 2, and his tone of voice didn't change.
Patient No. 2, whose eyes were red, put the letter on the table, and the words "Save me" were written all over it.
Those words should all be written by a child. When he saw those words, Chen Ge felt a familiar feeling in his heart, as if the words were written by him when he was a child.
"Now you have two choices in front of you, go into the hospital to save him, or go into the hospital and kill him."
After Dr. Gao said this, he stopped paying attention to Patient No. 2.
He sat himself in chair number three, and now he looked at the patient in chair number four.
There is a female patient sitting on the fourth chair. She looks very thin, and the hospital gown looks very loose on her body.
"At twelve forty-nine in the evening, you were attacked by a patient in your brother's ward. He strangled your neck." Dr. Gao took the butterfly folded from a tissue from Patient No. 4's hand and pinched it. up paper butterfly wings.
His hands slowly exerted force, and the paper butterfly's body was slowly torn apart.
Looking at the butterfly that was torn apart in Dr. Gao's hand, Patient No. 4 seemed to be suffocating. It seemed that Dr. Gao was not tearing the butterfly, but her neck.
There was no blood on her face, and Patient No. 4 made the sound of a dying person struggling in her throat. She desperately waved to Dr. Gao, but she did not dare to take the paper butterfly from Dr. Gao's hand.
"You are in great pain. You long for someone to come to save you, but you dare not ask for help, because the murderer said that as long as you speak, he will kill you and your brother." Dr. Gao put the paper butterfly that was about to be torn apart on the On the table: "Now there are two options in front of you. Take the initiative to hit the murderer's sharp knife and let the younger brother escape and ask for help; or push the younger brother to the tip of the knife and run out of the ward by himself."
Patient No. 4 became short of breath, and she seemed to be really caught up in this problem. At this time, it was extremely painful and uncomfortable.
His fingers stroked the wings of the paper butterfly, and Dr. Gao looked at Patient No. 5 again: "At 12:50 in the evening, you are standing outside the door of a ward. In the ward lives your favorite person, as well as her younger brother."
Patient No. 5 is about the same age as Chen Ge. He doesn't like to talk, his hands are full of calluses, and he seems to be very good at making props.
"You struggled for a long time and finally made up your mind to enter the ward to see her, but when you pushed open the door of the ward, you saw a lunatic holding a sharp knife and trying to kill the younger brother of the person you love the most, and your favorite That man is begging the madman."
"There are two choices before you now, pull away the person you love the most and take her away; or rush over to fight the lunatic and die for her brother."
Dr. Gao observed the change in Patient No. 5's expression. When he was about to look away, Patient No. 5 suddenly said, "I choose to rush over and fight the lunatic."
Of the patients, Patient 5 was the only one who actually made the choice.
"Are you sure? You might actually die."
"I'm sure, I seem to have done this once before." After Patient No. 5 finished speaking, he became silent again. He clasped his hands firmly together, and the tiny wounds on his palms were oozing blood.
Dr. Gao finally looked at Chen Ge: "At twelve fifty-two, you stabbed No. 5 in the heart of No. 5 with a sharp knife. After killing No. 5, you killed No. 4 and her younger brother."
With his fingers hard, Dr. Gao tore the paper butterfly on the table in half: "Then you rushed out of the ward with the blood dripping knife tightly, and saw No. 2 in the corridor. After killing No. 2, you are on duty as a night shift doctor. I saw number one in the room."
The ticking sound of the mechanical watch lingered in his ears, and Chen Ge's vision slowly became blurred. He pressed his hands on the table tightly, but his body couldn't help standing up.
The mechanical watch on the table was still moving, and the time on the dial was 0:51:44.