"I have a way to contact Jiang Shan." Zhang Wanqiu suddenly turned around and stared at Geng Jianghui.
Dean Geng stared at her blankly: "What can you do?"
Zhang Wanqiu pointed to Jiang Shan's ward on the screen: "There is a radio in her room... It is an old-fashioned machine from the 1980s that uses shortwave transmission."
Nowadays, the Internet is everywhere, which has accelerated the demise of many old things. Many people have never heard of the so-called shortwave radio.
But the elderly Dean Geng's eyes flashed when he heard this.
"Did you give the radio to Jiang Shan?"
How could the seemingly young head nurse Zhang have such a thing?
Zhang Wanqiu paused: "It was sent by the scientific research institute. In addition to this radio, there are several other things."
Everyone knows that scientific research institutes take the lead in studying erosion phenomena. Some of their theories, even if no one is willing now, can raise more powerful questions.
"You want to send a message to Jiang Shan through the shortwave channel?" Geng Jianghui shook his head subconsciously. "It may not be possible..."
Shortwave signals have been completely covered by the Internet 20 years ago. Being surrounded by Internet signals, trying to receive shortwave channels is like fishing for a yellow croaker in the sea.
Zhang Wanqiu said: "Anyway, I have to give it a try. Moreover, it might not have been possible in the past... but now, the network signal has failed in large areas."
Not only the WiFi network, but also the mobile phone communication has been lost.
Geng Jianghui's eyes flashed as he heard Zhang Wanqiu say decisively: "I bet only shortwave channels are available now."
…
Jiang Shan forced himself to ignore the noise on the other side of the safety door, turned around and looked around his ward again, and found another toothache problem.
There were no windows in her ward, only the door behind her. She locked herself in the room. Why did she feel like she was in a urn?
The soles of Jiang Shan's feet began to feel cold air, but at this moment, she heard another noise, the sizzling sound of electricity, and the radio beside the bed suddenly started to blare.
Just like the midnight bell in ghost movies.
The key point is that it's still early before midnight. Jiang Shan rushed towards the bedside in three steps and two steps at a time, grabbing the radio in his hand.
"Zizzizi~" The radio sounded like someone was pinching his neck and gasping for air.
Jiang Shan wanted to turn off the radio, but there were two knobs in total, and she couldn't turn off the sound no matter how hard she turned.
The noise in the cash register is getting louder and louder.
Damn it, what if the child finds out where her ward is if she keeps making such a noise! ?
Jiang Shan was ready to throw it into the trash can.
At this moment, the sound waves inside seemed to finally connect: "Jiangjiangjiang..."
What kind of sauce is it? I also dip it in garlic.
Jiang Shan was about to throw it when his wrist suddenly stopped. There was a light in her eyes.
At this time, Zhang Wanqiu, who was extremely anxious outside the monitor, finally shouted like a broken voice: "Jiang Shan!"
Jiang Shan tightened his grip on the radio instantly. Eyes wide open.
Jiang Shan suspiciously tried to twist the volume button. I just heard it intermittently, but finally I could hear some coherent sentences: "...run...run..."
Jiang Shan was stunned while holding the radio.
run? Where to run? "Jiang Shan, run!" Zhang Wanqiu's voice came out through the sound waves, which was heartbreaking.
At this moment, Jiang Shan heard a "clang" sound, as if the lock that was hanging loosely on the door bolt finally fell to the ground again.
Jiang Shan: "..." Her heart was in her throat.
The radio was still saying "Run, run, run, run..." It was enough. Jiang Shan wanted to shout back, "Where the hell am I running?!"
"Auntie..." That innocent and lovely child's voice rang again.
Jiang Shan was frightened. She turned down the volume of the radio all the way and held it in her hand, not daring to let out any air.
Jiang Shan put the radio to his ear and heard intermittent voices inside: "Your...right hand..."
Her right hand?
"The third room on your right..."
The third room on the right? Jiang Shan woke up instantly.
"The third ward is unlocked... Hide in quickly!" Almost as soon as he heard clearly, Jiang Shan rushed to the door.
She opened the ward door at lightning speed, without even looking back at the corridor. One, two, three, she rushed right to the door of the third ward, reached out and turned the handle, and the door opened.
Jiang Shan quickly ducked in. She held her breath the moment she closed the door and didn't make any sound.
Then Jiang Shan turned the locking knob to the end, and then slowly took a few steps back.
She wore cotton socks, and even when she was running away, her body was as light as a feather that would leave no trace.
At the same moment she entered the room in a flash, the little boy walked out of the security door and came to the corridor.
The little boy walked along the snow-white and empty corridors from ward to ward: "Aunt... Aunt... Aunt, where are you..."
Jiang Shan watched horror movies without batting an eye, but acting in a horror movie himself is another matter.
Jiang Shan glanced at the ward in front of him. There was a smell of dust in the air, and the hospital bed was covered with a thick layer of black ash under the sunlight.
Wait, sunshine? Jiang Shan's eyes lit up. There were windows in this ward.
Jiang Shan stood against the white wall next to the door, because there was a glass window on the ward door. If someone looked through the glass window, they could see the entire ward.
So Jiang Shan chose to stick to the door, which was a blind spot.
Jiang Shan heard the footsteps and walked here more and more clearly.
The sweet child's voice is like singing, "Auntie, Auntie, Auntie..." shouting out the rhythm one after another.
Jiang Shan still held the radio in her hand, and she prayed not to make any sound at this time.
The radio is also very "sensible". There has been no noise since Jiang Shan left his ward.
This is of course because all the big guys in front of the monitor are nervous and don't dare to express themselves. They are staring at the monitor screen as if they are watching an escape reality show.
"Why does this patient in the sixth ward seem to be mentally disturbed?" Dean Geng asked tremblingly.
At present, all their research on "erosion" has made no progress. This kind of thing breaks through the boundaries between people and things. All they know is that everything, including people, is completely random, as if no matter whether you are a person or an object, you have nothing. There is a difference.
The little boy changed from his innocent appearance when he was admitted to the hospital to something evil.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, an aunt, aunt, aunt, aunt..." the little boy seemed to be singing a song while slowly coming to the door of Jiang Shan's ward.
Jiang Shan's ward door was still wide open, and she had no time to close it just now. At this time, everything inside was still the same, and the box of milk in Jiang Shan's mouth was placed on the pillow.
The little boy stared blankly at the carton of milk and seemed to have forgotten to speak.
Then he curled his lips, seeming aggrieved. "Auntie, auntie..." He walked towards the bed and took the carton of milk in his hand.
