"It's just a worker who was digging the foundation. He seemed to have been bitten by a zombie and contracted a strange disease. You'll know when you look at it," the old man said, and without waiting for us to agree, he quickly called the person on duty to get the key.
I had no choice but to lift up the quilt and follow him downstairs. But as soon as my foot hit the ground, I almost fell. It took me a long time to get used to it. The doctor said that my tendons were damaged all over my body. It was normal and there was nothing to worry about. I clicked Head, limping along.
When Yao'er saw him, he jumped out of bed and followed him. Most hospitals don't allow pets, but those people didn't pay much attention to its existence.
I took the elevator to the basement with the doctor. I was shocked when I passed the main hall. I hadn't noticed it just now, but when I looked at the signs, I realized that I had been to this hospital once.
If I remember correctly, the next floor down is the morgue where corpses are stored. When I was a tabloid reporter, I had some legendary experiences there. Thinking of this, I am a little confused. Normally, No patient wants to live in the basement. In principle, the hospital system should not allow such a thing to happen...
"Doctor, where are we going?" Following the bald doctor, I patted his shoulder and said with a frown.
"You will know in a moment. Some patients need special care. His situation is so special that the hospital is afraid that he will scare other patients," the old man said, looking at me expressionlessly, and then raised his eyelids. , look at the lights in the aisle.
Following his gaze, I saw that on a chandelier not far in front, someone had used a mixture of cinnabar to make a very complicated charm. As soon as I saw the handwriting pattern, I knew that this thing most likely came from Jin Jiu. Grandpa's handiwork.
As mentioned before, Jin Jiuye's handwriting is really not very good, but the spells he drew are very precise.
The old man was confused in everything he did. He only had an almost stubborn reverence for the actual manipulation of Maoshan arts such as the talisman and seal. Therefore, the talisman he drew was not like the yellow paper talisman on TV with a strong It has an artistic atmosphere, but each stroke is particularly neat.
"This is a painting by Jin Jiuye," the bald doctor explained when he saw me staring at the chandelier in a daze. "In the past, we also had some strange patients here. When the medical pathology could not be explained clearly, they came to Jin." Master Jiu came to take a look. He made this light bulb. You see, as long as you turn on the switch, the runes on it can cover the entire passage. It has been working well for so many years."
After he finished speaking, he pressed the switch on the wall, and the chandelier flashed and illuminated more than half of the slightly dim corridor. Those rune-like lamp shadows covered the ground, always giving people a sense of It was a very awesome and magical feeling. I walked under the lamp shadow and stretched out my hand. The lamp shadow brought out some traces of different shades on my palm. A very nostalgic feeling arose spontaneously. Thinking about Jin Jiuye’s unattractive appearance and mood The depression is beyond words.
Along the way, the lights in the corridor were extremely dim, and the sour smell of disinfectant combined with the dark and damp surroundings immediately created a very gloomy and terrifying atmosphere. When we walked around in circles, we walked into the corridor. At the innermost side, I could hardly tell the difference between east, west, north and south. At this time, the bald doctor pointed to the lighted window inside and said to me, "We're here, right here."
"Is he still alive?" I asked him suspiciously, looking around.
"It can only be said that he is not dead yet," the bald doctor said and shrugged. Upon hearing this, I was mentally prepared, but when I opened the door and walked in, I was still quite confused by the situation in front of me.
There was only one hospital bed in the room. A haggard middle-aged man was giving an infusion with his arms stretched out. A young man dressed as a migrant worker huddled in the corner and dozed off with his arms folded. When he saw us coming in, he stood up with a tired look on his face.
He nodded to the bald doctor, and then looked at us a little uneasily. When he saw Yao'er, the boy was more relaxed. He squatted in the corner and stretched out his hand to signal Yao'er to come over, but the little fox turned to look at him. But he didn't give any face at all.
"Come and take a look, that's him," the bald doctor walked up to me and pointed at the man who was getting the infusion. I walked over and took a look. The man was very thin and haggard, and he looked a little malnourished. , his eye sockets are black, and his lips are also black. From here, it seems that he is either possessed by an evil spirit or has eaten something poisonous.
But the point of seeing a doctor is that his problem does not arise here. The bald doctor walked to the patient's bedside, picked up the quilt with one foot and made a "get ready" gesture to me. I bowed slightly and leaned over. He slowly opened the quilt.
When I saw this, I was a little dumbfounded. I frowned and covered my mouth for a long time before I slowly recovered.
"See, no one knows what the problem is. It's up to you to find out the reason."
I pinched the patient's thigh, and it immediately made a slight clicking sound. The bald doctor helplessly pinched a piece of fallen flesh and waved it in front of me, and then said: "It was like this when it was delivered. It has become worse than before in the past few days. Look at the skin, does it look like crispy chicken? The day I saw him, his skin had hardened and scabbed, and the skin was just like the one on the back. A lot. Moreover, after peeling off the skin, we found that this person no longer has the ability to regenerate skin. You see, this wound was there when he came here. It was rotten here. It has been several days and there is no sign of recovery at all." He said, pointing to a sore-like wound covered by a plastic product.
"You just said he was a worker," I asked the bald doctor, motioning him to put down the quilt.
"Yes, excavation workers, didn't they dig out two corpses a few days ago? They dug them out," the old man said, pointing to the young man squatting in the corner holding a safety helmet and said to me: " They are all together, if you have any questions, just ask him directly,"
The bald doctor said and introduced the young man. After the young man learned that I was a Taoist priest who caught ghosts, his face showed a very respectful and slightly shocked expression. He nodded to me, "Master, you good,"
"Hello," this was the first time I was called that. It felt weird. The hair on the kid's mouth had not yet fallen off and I knew he was young. Looking up and down, he looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Tell me what happened and how you did it," I said, pulling a chair for him to sit down.