After fully considering the condition of this colleague, Jiang Chen used the knowledge he learned from the ward to tailor a psychological treatment plan for him.
After all, he was once a surgeon. In the end, after going through many hardships and walking on corpses everywhere, he finally successfully entered the psychiatry field.
Therefore, he is confident that his treatment must be the most appropriate.
It can be said that it was a great blessing for this colleague to meet me.
He first explored the situation of the building and found that the upper six floors were a hospital and the lower six floors were a patchwork of various residential buildings. They seemed to be the homes of the victims who had died at the hands of the surgeon.
Then inspiration came.
Next, Jiang Chen summoned the ghosts on the Yin God Hammer, pretending to be victims one after another, and this was when they suffered severe trauma and were about to die.
Then he ran upstairs and found the surgeon in an operating room.
This is a middle-aged man who is almost fifty years old. Perhaps due to excessive psychological pressure all year round, his hair is unusually white.
When Jiang Chen opened the door, he was wiping and sterilizing surgical instruments and putting them into a mobile medical box. He seemed to be preparing for an out-of-town surgery.
But Jiang Chen also had a lot of research in this area. He could tell at a glance that the instruments installed by the other party were very strange. They were not used for routine surgeries. Most of them were more suitable for dissection and autopsy.
"You..." Seeing Jiang Chen, the doctor was surprised: "How did you get up here?"
"Didn't you encounter anything weird when you came up? Was there a doctor chasing you with a scalpel?"
"Have you ever met someone who looks exactly like me?"
He asked several questions in succession.
Jiang Chen also basically confirmed that this should be the positive body. There is no need for the evil body to talk to him so much. He has probably already taken action directly.
"Doctor, what are you talking about? What pursuit? Isn't this a hospital? Doctors are all good people who save lives and heal the wounded. How can they kill people?"
He looked puzzled.
Upon hearing this, the doctor's expression froze, and a trace of pain flashed between his brows.
"You are a surgeon, right? Just in time, there was a man downstairs asking for help. He said he was injured and it was very serious. He asked me to find a doctor quickly."
"Come quickly!"
Jiang Chen looked anxious and pulled the other person to leave.
The doctor was stunned: "Save someone?"
If he remembered correctly, he should be the only one in this building, and at most there would be an evil body.
"No! Have you been deceived? That may not be a person asking for help at all, but a perverted murderer hiding behind the door with a scalpel in his hand."
"Little brother, you are so lucky, it's a good thing you didn't go in!"
"Quick! Follow me, run together, I will take you out of this building safely!"
After the doctor reacted, he pulled Jiang Chen and ran downstairs.
Jiang Chen didn't refute, he picked up the opponent's medical box and followed behind. In the dim corridor, there were only the sound of the two people's hurried footsteps.
He could see that the other party really wanted to save him.
But he didn't relent at all.
Because Jiang Chen understood that he was cooperative enough now, and what he saw was the kind side of this doctor.
The other party's medical box was missing one of the sharpest scalpels. If I had resisted even a little bit, my hand and hamstrings would have been severed and stuffed into a cabinet for "protection".
After all, this is a vicious spirit that has killed dozens of people while it was still alive.
If it were not afraid of being swallowed by the evil body, it would probably never be so kind throughout its life.
The two of them ran all the way, and when they reached the sixth floor, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped.
"Okay, okay, doctor, we're already here. I have to say that your medical ethics are still very high. Your shoes are almost gone in order to save people."
"It's right over there. Let's get there quickly. If it's too late, the man may have lost too much blood."
The doctor frowned and was about to say something.
In a nearby room, a woman's sobs and pleas for help suddenly sounded. It was very sad and her voice was trembling, as if she had just experienced a terrible thing.
"What? Woman?"
The doctor was visibly stunned.
Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Chen had already pulled him over and opened the door.
There was a bloody scene in front of him. A woman was tied to a stool in the living room, and blood was splattered all over the room.
A tourniquet was tied on her right wrist to stop the bleeding. One palm had been completely dissected, including the knuckle bones, ligaments, skin, tendons...
Everything is placed on the dining table.
This scene was so terrifying that Jiang Chen screamed in fright, turned around and ran away.
Only the doctor was left standing there, a little dazed.
He knew this woman, she was his neighbor and a very nice piano teacher. He had just undergone a failed operation that night and was made a fuss by his family members. After getting off work, he drank a bit and walked to the corridor. Fell asleep.
The other party helped him in and sobered up.
What he remembered most clearly was that he started dissecting the opponent's right hand.
She was very critical. She fainted from the pain several times and woke up again. After one hand was dissected, she could still wake up and scream for help. It was not until she started to dissect the next part that she finally died.
However, this is also due to the fact that he is a professional doctor and knows how to stop arterial blood loss in advance.
After a brief recollection, the doctor came back to his senses and looked at the woman who kept screaming in front of him. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that late night when he had completely fallen into depravity.
Taking a deep breath, the doctor walked forward, his expression changing several times with every step he took.
Finally, he stopped with the medical kit in hand.
This time, he made a different choice than before. He squatted down, treated the wound carefully, disinfected, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged it, while speaking to comfort the woman.
"Okay, this is just a simple treatment. You are too seriously injured and you still need to follow me back to the hospital for treatment."
Finally, the doctor helped the woman walk out.
The woman also thanked her repeatedly, seeming to have forgotten that it was the man in front of her who hurt her.
But as soon as they walked out, another cry for help came from a nearby room.
The doctor frowned.
At this time, the woman took the initiative and said that she still had strength and could walk to the hospital.
So the doctor walked to another room. Here, he saw another victim he had killed. There was a deep bloody gash in his thigh, which extended to his ankle. His hand and hamstrings were all severed, and he collapsed. I kept screaming at home.
He remembered that this was a 200-pound strong man. He couldn't tie him up at first, so he could only disable his mobility first, and then did a series of dissections.
"Don't move! Don't struggle too hard. The harder you struggle, the faster the blood will flow!"
This time the doctor didn't think too much and went straight forward to help with the treatment. Finally, he told the other party to wait at home while he immediately found someone to carry him on a stretcher.
But just as he went out, another scream sounded from next door.
…
Next, the doctor worked tirelessly to save the people he had killed in room after room.
His expression gradually became firmer from the initial confusion, doubt, and entanglement, and he seemed to have regained his vow to save lives and heal the wounded when he was in school.
After saving the last person, the doctor, who was covered in blood and sweat, didn't care about himself at all and ran upstairs quickly. He still remembered that there were many patients who needed stretchers.
But just after climbing two floors, the doctor frowned. He found that the smell of blood in the air seemed to be stronger than before he went down.
Confused, he opened a door.
The scene in front of him made the doctor who had regained his original intention freeze on the spot. A patient he had treated earlier died tragically in the room in a more terrifying way.
"What! What's going on!?"
The doctor ran over like crazy. After confirming that the other party was dead, he seemed to think of something, and a more panicked look appeared on his face.
Then he almost rolled out and rushed to the next room.
As expected, another person died after being completely dissected.
Next came room after room.
The doctor was shocked to see that all the patients he had saved died after he left, turning into a pile of organs and flesh and blood.
"Why! What's going on! What's going on!? Why!"
"ah!"
He covered his head and roared in pain.
"Who did it!? Who! Ah! Ah!"
The doctor's face was distorted to the point of being ferocious, and strong resentment continued to permeate the air. His clothes first turned into bright red, and then were covered with a more terrifying layer of black, and a cold and terrifying aura spread throughout the tall building.
At this time, a cold voice sounded in the corridor.
"Who else could it be? It's me and you."
The doctor turned his head in disbelief. Under the shadow, there was a face that was exactly the same as his. He was also wearing the same doctor's uniform. He was covered in blood. The scalpel on his hand was worn out. He couldn't tell what he had done before. It goes without saying.
The moment the evil body opened his mouth, scenes of first-person anatomy scenes also appeared in the doctor's mind.
"ah--!!!"
At this moment, he collapsed completely. The evil body took a step forward and walked into the doctor's body. The next second, his body turned blood red, and a powerful sinister aura rose into the sky.
