The Ghost of Paper Man

Chapter 159: Morgue

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In an unfamiliar city, if you have the power to help you, you can’t ask for it.

Professor Zheng and others came from Henan to Wuhan, the capital of Hubei province, to do follow-up treatment for Pan Qingqing. I didn't expect her old illness to burst out. Although she was rescued in time, she became a "vegetative" again.

For "vegetables", there is currently no cure for awakening, and it can only depend on the patient's will.

Before Professor Zheng left, he entrusted Professor Hong Changshan to find a job for me. Although he was just a night watchman in the morgue, I was very content. The morgue in the hospital is divided into two shifts, day and night. It is an old local man who is on duty during the day, named Weng Bo, who led me and Zheng Xiumin into the morgue.

Almost all the morgues have the same layout. There is a morgue bed and a morgue around it. In addition, a separate room is used as an autopsy room.

The air-conditioning in the morgue was blowing white mist, which made the hair stand up.

"Your job is mainly to inspect the corpses in the morgue bed and morgue, to prevent small animals from entering the corpse and destroying the corpse. If a new corpse enters, you must first verify the identity of the deceased and fill in the corpse slip and identity card." Lifting a white bed sheet of a morgue, revealing a cyan arm, the deceased's wrist is tied with an "identity card", which clearly indicated the deceased's name, gender, time of death, cause of death and place of origin .

The arm I saw was a Suizhou man named Yu Dingbang who died in a car accident.

The corpse of the mortuary felt cold, and the corpse in the morgue had been frozen to death. Zheng Xiumin couldn't bear the chill here, so he wanted to leave, but Uncle Weng led us to open an iron door and introduced: "This is the dissection room of the hospital!"

The temperature in the autopsy room is higher than that in the morgue. On the wooden shelves against the wall, glassware of various sizes is placed in which various human organs soaked in formalin are stored.

Zheng Xiumin couldn't help feeling nauseous when he saw it, and then ran to a large concrete pool, which was also a corpse soaked in formalin, and the air was filled with a strong smell of formalin.

Wengbo took us out of the morgue and returned to the duty room. He continued to introduce: "You can live in this duty room, but during the night shift, it is best not to sleep too much. If you feel sleepy and bored, you can drink. Order tea, listen to the radio, and remember not to let cats, dogs, mice and other animals into the morgue!"

Zheng Xiumin sat on a chair and looked at the duty room. There was a telephone installed on the table, but when he picked it up, he found that he could only dial an internal phone.

Weng Bo introduced: "This is an internal phone installed in the hospital. If there is a corpse before it is delivered, it will definitely be called first!"

"What kind of sudden illness did that person on the night shift get?" Zheng Xiumin asked casually.

Wengbo's expression changed, and he said: "The night shift is a young guy who covets the air in the morgue. He has rheumatoid arthritis and heart disease, so he has returned to his hometown for recuperation!"

After getting acquainted with the environment here, Uncle said to me: "You are coming to work tonight, and you will take over on time at seven o'clock in the morning. If you have anything to do, please tell me in advance, or if you are familiar with this aspect It’s okay for someone who works to replace the shift!"

I nodded in response, and the other party added: "Do you have a paging or cell phone? I can contact you conveniently."

Zheng Xiumin reported his cell phone number, and Weng took out a "Big Brother" from his waist, dialed the number, and then asked us: "Your cell phone number is from a foreign country?"

"Yes, it's from Henan!" Zheng Xiumin explained.

Umber frowned and advised us: "If you plan to stay here for a long time, you'd better get a local number, which saves money!"

I nodded, and Zheng Xiumin thanked him, then bid him farewell, and then led me out of the morgue.

After exiting the iron gate of the morgue, he felt a warm feeling when he waited. Zheng Xiumin affirmed: "The morgue here must be terrifying, but you have seen the ghost emperor, so naturally you won't be afraid of these lonely ghosts! "

When he arrived outside the ward building, the sun was already west. Zheng Xiumin looked at his watch and said, “It’s past five o’clock. I’ll take you to dinner. In addition, there’s a time display on the phone screen. When you stabilize, I will You can be free!"

I was planning to go to the hospital cafeteria for food, but Zheng Xiumin insisted on taking me to the outside restaurant. I couldn't help her, so I had to agree.

At a hot-dry noodle restaurant near the hospital, Zheng Xiumin ordered two soup noodles, plus two biscuits.

Facing the prosperous and unfamiliar city, I was full of curiosity and freshness, but there was also a hint of apprehension. Zheng Xiumin is very casual, has no interest in this city, and is skilled in ordering and checking out.

After dinner, we brought Pangui a piece of hot dried noodles and returned to the ward, only to find that he was already having dinner, and there was a eldest sister in the room who looked familiar.

Pan Gui was a little embarrassed to see us back, and hurriedly introduced us: "This is Cui'e, the waiter at the noodle shop near my house."

It turned out to be the waiter at the noodle shop. Cui'e smiled at us and explained: "Brother Agui and I are old acquaintances. I heard that Sister Qingqing was sick and hospitalized, so I came to have a look. You talk, the noodle shop is still alive, I have to go back quickly. NS!"

Zheng Xiumin asked Pan Gui to send Cui'e off. I went to the hospital bed to observe Qingqing. She was sleeping peacefully. I don't know when will she wake up

Zheng Xiumin took a seat on the sofa and said, "This Cui'e is interesting to Pangui."

I will pack up and salute and organize my belongings. Zheng Xiumin urges: It’s cold at night, bring your winter clothes, and be careful, don’t forget the self-defense skills I taught you!

After Pan Gui came back, Zheng Xiumin left and returned to the military area guest house. I also took the salute to prepare to take over. Pan Gui asked after seeing him: "Doctor Yuan, where are you going?"

As soon as he heard that I was working at night in the morgue, he frowned, took the salute from me, and said, "I'll take you there!"

I still want to refuse. He has taken the lead out of the ward, so I have to follow him.

In the elevator, Pan Gui said to me: "I've also sent corpses to the morgue before. The place is too dark and should not stay for a long time, otherwise it may cause infertility."

I hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I am a medical student. As long as I don't stay in the morgue for a long time, nothing will happen. There are no ghosts in this world!"

I comforted him with these words. After crossing the quiet path, we came to the outside of the morgue and rang the doorbell.

Umber opened the door and let us in. He looked at Pan Gui and showed a surprised expression.

Pan Gui also politely said: "Abo is a local in Wuhan, right? I'm a person near the Danjiangkou Reservoir in Shiyan. I have been working here for more than ten years!"

Weng Bo responded and said: "Young man, if you want to come here to work, I can introduce it!"

Pan Gui politely declined him. Unber picked up the water glass and handed the key to me, saying: "Remember to take good care of the door, first check the condition and quantity of the corpses, and then go to the autopsy room to check!"

I should, and watch him leave.

It was getting darker, I turned on the light in the room, Pan Gui put down my salute, and said: "The environment here is pretty good, but it's a little gloomy. I will come here to get familiar with it when I have time."

Because the first time I was guarding the morgue, I was still a little nervous. Pan Gui accompanied me to check the corpses in the morgue. When he saw the white corpses in the large pool in the autopsy room, he felt sick and nauseous.

Out of the morgue, Pan Gui left his paging sign, and said to me: "If you have anything you can call this paging sign, I will come over!" (End of this chapter)