Huo Qiyong could not be called from the observation room, "Monitoring on the fourth floor! Hurry!"
Just now, they focused on the child on the second floor, because they were afraid that he would continue down and find the passage to the first floor. After all, Jiang Shan was hanging high, and Huo Qiyong seemed to be okay for the time being.
Who knows the outcome, whatever you are afraid of will come true.
The assistant physician just went out to inform the medical staff outside to evacuate, but he has not returned yet. Zhang Wanqiu fiddled with the remote control for a long time, jumping around on the screen, and finally the fourth floor screen appeared.
The first thing they saw was the entrance to the safety passage, where they saw protective helmets, pagers and other items thrown on the ground.
"Where's Director Huo?"
Zhang Wanqiu pressed the remote control for a long time. Finally, they found their Director Huo.
They saw Huo Qiyong lying on the glass window of a ward and looking at him. The surveillance camera captured what was behind him, and they saw that the protective clothing was unbuttoned. This look made people feel nervous.
Geng Jianghui said in surprise: "Why doesn't he even wear protective clothing properly?"
Zhao Qisheng gasped when he saw it from the side. How come such extraordinary moments make people so uneasy?
Zhang Wanqiu tried calling twice more, "He's not wearing a communicator. What is he doing at the door of the ward?"
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Huo Qiyong turned the key slightly, and the door opened a crack. The female patient seemed to be really in trouble, and it was impossible for him to just sit back and watch.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" Huo Qiyong asked, slowly opening the door.
This patient's voice and appearance look young. I don't know what's wrong with him and he was sent here...
The female patient seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, and turned around excitedly. While rubbing her eyes, she stretched out her other hand to grope forward, as if she was looking for a way, and walked forward, "The doctor is finally here, you." Help me, me, why can’t I see..."
Huo Qiyong opened the door halfway and was about to step out with one foot when he suddenly saw the female patient turning around. She kept rubbing her "eyes" with one hand, if, if they could still be called eyes, if……
Black substance that looked like dust and dander kept falling from the corners of her eyes and eye sockets, landing on her hands, the chest of her hospital gown, and the ground.
The place where the two eyeballs should have been was now completely black and filled with unknown, squirming black matter...
She stretched her other hand forward, walking straight and stiffly like a zombie.
Huo Qiyong's feet and hands were numb, and he looked at the female patient who was walking towards him with a smile on her face.
"Doctor, why can't I see?"
"Please help me, please help me."
Qiannu was wandering in front of her, and Huo Qiyong had obviously made some noise. The other party already knew where he was and where the door was.
The female patient was already walking quickly behind her, almost rushing towards him.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that Huo Qiyong was out of his wits. He was so frightened that his hands and feet were weak, so he tried his best to close the door again while he still had the last bit of strength.
In the next second, the female patient's limbs had thrown themselves behind the door, making a violent noise.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
The female patient's face was pressed against the glass window of the door, and the two black holes on her face were "looking" at Huo Qiyong.
Huo Qiyong was almost out of sight. The visual impact was so overbearing that he felt like he was about to faint at any time. His heart was filled with crazy screams: Oh my God, Oh my God.
His hand was still clutching the key in the keyhole, and he felt a strange twisting force. When he reacted, he discovered that behind the door, the female patient had touched the door handle and was turning it frantically.
Huo Qiyong was in a state of confusion, but his remaining sanity still held on to the key. He twisted it twice in the opposite direction, and finally locked the door completely.
His hands were shaking like chaff, and there was cold sweat on the palms and outside.
The female patient twisted several times and found that she could not open the door, and finally stopped. However, her facial features and face still remained pressed against the glass window, as if she was staring at Huo Qiyong motionless.
Director Huo felt like he was about to die, and even though he locked the door, he still didn't dare to take his hand away from the key in the keyhole, as if he was suffering from severe stress disorder.
He was afraid that if he let go, the woman opposite would really open the door and come out.
"Doctor..." the woman suddenly said hollowly, "Doctor..."
Huo Qiyong's legs became as soft as cotton. It means that even if he wants to run now, he can't lift his feet.
I had just received the shock not long ago, and I thought I had reached a safe place, but I didn't expect that I had entered another wolf's den from a tiger's den.
Why, why let him come to the fourth floor!
Huo Qiyong and the black hole lady looked at each other across a glass, with a strange sense of balance.
After an unknown amount of time, Huo Qiyong moved his legs, and then took a step back. This action had consumed all his strength.
Then he made a "dong dong dong" sound and took three steps back, directly touching the wall of the corridor.
At this time, he retreated directly under the monitor, and his perspective followed him and finally captured the "lady" on the glass of the ward door opposite.
The three pairs of eyes outside the surveillance room finally felt the same impact. Zhang Wanqiu's face turned pale: "W-what is this face?"
Seeing this scene, Geng Jianghui was still calm. He stared at the facial features posted on the door and window of the ward, "...Is this the patient who should have been transferred to the ward?"
Zhao Qisheng stared at the monitor. Sometimes the more you don't want it to happen, the more likely it will happen. Murphy's Law of the universe is really too powerful.
"Yes, it seems that Director Huo has discovered it." Zhao Qisheng has seen the patient's information, so he can recognize it, "but it seems to be okay... there is a ward door for isolation, so as long as there is no contact, it is safe."
This is extremely lucky among misfortunes.
"Director Huo looks scared?" Zhang Wanqiu felt weak when looking at the face on the screen.
In the monitor, it was seen that Huo Qiyong's back was pressed against the wall of the corridor for almost five minutes. Then, he kept his posture against the wall and slowly moved to the other side of the corridor little by little.
He just moved back to the safe passage that he had just entered on the fourth floor. He quickly picked up the protective helmet on the ground and put it on his head at lightning speed. He had just removed half of it because he was too hot and too heavy. The protective clothing was fastened again tightly. In the end, he was still uneasy and tried desperately to fasten the anti-theft buckle on his back. However, the protective clothing was not designed to be worn by one person. Huo Qiyong tried his best. I worked hard for a long time and felt lonely.
Huo Qiyong picked up the safe passage key and the communicator on the ground. He trembled and said, "I, I, I want to leave this place!"
