Dr. Huang said that after he dispersed everyone that day, he immediately contacted the doctor in the department on the second floor, and then verified the patient identity of the old man in the back bed of Ward 209. He said that the second floor is the floor of the thoracic surgery department, and most of the patients hospitalized here are suffering from diseases such as pneumonia and lung cancer. And that old man was a patient with advanced lung cancer. Dr. Huang carefully looked at the patient's condition information. Judging from the pathology, the old man's condition was already very serious. In addition, because of his age, he had lost the possibility of surgical treatment. In other words, he could die at any time.
So Dr. Huang immediately arranged to move the old man to another ward, so Ward 209 was left vacant. On the grounds that the ward was undergoing maintenance, warning signs were put up and the floor door on this side was blocked to prevent others from approaching.
He also informed the hospital leaders about the incident that day, but did not mention his suspicions. He only briefly described the old man's illness and his own treatment methods. Since Dr. Huang was the second person in charge of the hospital, the hospital leaders acquiesced and directly authorized him to handle this matter.
Master asked, apart from these three things, have there been any other related situations? Because except for the first of these three things, which is definitely a ghost, the other things can only be said to be doubtful for the time being. And even for the first incident, the first witness could not be found. To a greater extent, it was considered a rumor. After hearing what Master said, Dr. Huang replied, of course, and it was what happened next that confirmed Dr. Huang's determination to invite my Master.
He told us that the day after the warning signs were placed, the rumors in the hospital, especially on the second floor, became more serious. Although he scolded him, he still silently wrote down these rumors. Thoracic surgery is a serious disease department. Due to the limited space of the hospital, many patients diagnosed in the surgical department stay in the surgical department for continued treatment instead of being transferred to other departments. Therefore, relatively speaking, the thoracic surgery department has the highest number of patient deaths. Department. Then rumors began to emerge, saying that a critically ill patient had died in Ward 209, the same bed where the old man was. The patient was an elderly woman. When she died, all her internal organs were damaged and she died of blood spurts. Others said that there was an elderly female patient who was diagnosed in that hospital bed. She knew that her time was short, so she couldn't bear it, so she jumped from the window and died in the middle of the night. Some people even say that a few years ago there was an old nurse with a bad heart in the hospital who was very unfriendly to patients. So when she gave the patient in this bed infusion treatment, she added poison and poisoned the patient to death.
Dr. Huang said that except for the first one, the rest are all nonsense. I have worked in this hospital for a long time, and I have never heard of vicious incidents such as someone jumping off a building and falling to death, or an old nurse with a bad heart killing someone. It's just that some people have died, but this is a hospital. Which ward has not seen anyone die? If it's going to be haunted, there's no reason to stick to just this one room.
After hearing these rumors, Dr. Huang deliberately stayed in the office and worked overtime that night. It was about 8 o'clock in the evening. During this time, most of the people who came to see the doctor had gone back, and some of the patients in the hospital had also gone home. After dinner, it’s time to rest. Relatively speaking, the environment will be quieter and there will be fewer people. So he came down the stairs on the third floor. The corridor door on the second floor was locked at his own request, but Doctor Huang had the key. Doctor Huang said that when he walked outside the corridor door on the second floor, the glass on the door was opaque, but it could transmit some light. Reflecting the light, I saw the shadow of a person's profile behind the door.
Doctor Huang said that he had warned that this area was closed to traffic, so logically speaking, there should be no people behind the door at this moment. Doctor Huang asked through the door, who was there? The shadow with the side face remained motionless and did not answer. He told us that judging from the shadow, it seemed that he was an older person, but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. So he asked again, but the shadow still didn't answer. Doctor Huang began to take out the key and open the door. Even when he opened the door, the shadow remained motionless. When he opened the door to see who it was, there was no one outside. Only the lights in the corridor were flickering inexplicably.
Doctor Huang knew at that moment that this must be considered a ghost. But instead of leaving, he quietly walked to the door of Ward 209 and looked in through the small window on the door. Ward 209, which had not yet been cleaned up, was in a mess. Reflecting the faint light coming from the window, you could still see the old man's vomit on the floor, the medicine tray that had been knocked over by the nurse, and the broken light tubes left behind. of debris. The seal on the door was intact, indicating that no one had entered since he ordered the sealing of this area.
There is a curtain that can be pulled between the outer bed and the inner bed. The curtain is made of cloth and can also transmit light. Just when Dr. Huang was leaning in front of the small window to observe carefully, the curtain suddenly appeared to be pulled by an external force, and was suddenly pulled down from the head of the bed to near the end of the bed. Dr. Huang's heart beat rapidly, but he had to see it with his own eyes. I saw a short figure vaguely appear on the curtain. It felt like someone sat up from a hospital bed inside, then got out of bed, and then slowly moved his body towards the curtain. Soon, a figure standing upright but not tall appeared on the curtain.
Doctor Huang stared at the curtain, wary of the figure suddenly jumping out from behind the curtain, because at this moment he was convinced that the person standing behind it was definitely not a living person. At this moment, a gust of wind blew in from the window at the end of the ward. The wind seemed to be quite strong, because it had already blown the curtain separating the two beds. When the curtain was fluttering, if there was someone standing behind him, from Dr. Huang's perspective, he should be able to see the person behind him. However, when the curtain was opened, he could directly see the bed, and there was no one where the figure was originally. , and when the curtain fell, the shadow appeared on the curtain again.
At this time, a very pitiful cry came from the ward with a weak voice.
Dr. Huang said that the crying sound seemed very small because the door was closed, but it seemed that it was not appearing in the ears, but ringing directly in the head. Slowly, the crying became weaker and weaker, and the figures on the curtain gradually became distant and faint, and then disappeared. There was silence for a few seconds, and while Dr. Huang was still searching for what was going on in the room with confusion, a pale, wrinkled figure suddenly hit his forehead, like the sun rising from the small window he was looking at. It seemed like it was rising, slowly rising in front of him, and soon there appeared two wide-open eyes with the kernels facing downwards, covered with bloodshot eyes and tears!
When he said this, Doctor Huang suddenly stopped, as if he was still frightened when he recalled this scene. There was an eerie silence in the office. I was already a little frightened, so I looked at the master helplessly. Although the master had a calm expression, judging from his slightly twitching nasolabial folds, it seemed that he was actually frightened. Dr. Huang said that he was still calm at the time. After being startled, he did not scream or fall. Instead, he stayed away from the door of Ward 209 and took a few steps back.
Dr. Huang has almost retreated to the door of the doctor's office, staring at the door of Ward 209. I was so nervous that I almost suffocated. At this moment, the door handle of 209 turned, as if someone was trying to open the door from inside. However, the action of twisting the door is very slow, and it is precisely because of this slowness that it makes people feel particularly eerie.
At that moment, Dr. Huang couldn't stand it anymore, and the fear in his heart had already taken over, so he ran away, opened the door to the second floor, and ran down the stairs towards the third floor. However, when he reached the corner of the stairs between the two floors, From his position, he saw a man in a hospital gown squatting next to the trash can in the corner, facing the wall with messy but gray hair. Judging from the body shape, she was a woman, and judging from the grayness of her hair, she was an old man. The old man squatted there, his shoulders twitching all the time, as if he was crying. But Dr. Huang did not stop because he knew that the old man was not a human, but a ghost. He was frightened in his heart, but he didn't listen. He turned the corner in an instant. When he pushed the third floor door open and closed the third floor door, the moment the door closed, through the crack in the door, he saw the old woman standing upright. He stood up and faced Dr. Huang with a crying look on his face and a long sigh of "Hey" in his mouth.
After the door closed, the sigh still lingered in Dr. Huang's head. He was very scared at the moment, knowing that if he didn't find someone to handle this matter, there would probably be bigger problems in the future. If he asked the leader directly for instructions, he would not only be criticized, but he might not even be able to keep his position. After thinking about it, he returned to the office and wrote a letter to my master.
I asked, but my master should have been traveling around during those days. How did you pass the information to my master? Master smiled and said, Apprentice, do you still remember Dr. Mo who died by touching his bones, right? I said I remember. Master said that Dr. Mo’s Chinese medicine shop is secretly the contact point for our industry. This has been the case since ancient times. If people want to seek help from people in this industry and go to such traditional Chinese medicine doctors, even if the other party is just a pure doctor, they must know people like us around them. Master said that among the ten doctors and nine doctors, Taoists and Chinese medicine are inseparable.
I looked at Master and thought, how many things do you, this old man, still have that I don’t know?
