Chu Chenan woke up again.
He opened his eyes, his gaze trembling in panic, he looked at the ceiling in front of him, touched his forehead, and felt real warmth in his palms.
He is truly awake now.
Fortunately, it was just a dream.
He exhaled, slowly sat up, and heard a knock on the door.
Chu Chenan was frightened by the sudden sound and looked towards the door.
"Chen An, come out quickly, something happened upstairs again!" It was Lu Chengdong, knocking on his door.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Chu Chenan bent down to put on his shoes and quickly went to open the door.
Lu Chengdong looked anxious and said, "Another person jumped off the building today. The death was the same as yesterday."
Chu Chenan frowned and followed Lu Chengdong to the rooftop.
...
...
I saw a bloody heart hanging on the fence of the rooftop.
Blood dripped onto the rooftop.
It twisted into a strange array symbol...
Chu Chenan couldn't help but feel a chill when he saw it. He frowned as he looked at the array talisman and clenched his palms.
Another patient died.
Suddenly, he inexplicably recalled what Peng Longlong said during the day, "My mushrooms are getting less again, the Mushroom King is so sad..."
Mushrooms, patients? !
He remembered the number Peng Longlong counted during the day. Yesterday it was forty-seven, and today it was forty-six!
He should have thought of it earlier.
The last time he came to this dungeon, he hadn't even started the first mission when he was locked up in that bedroom filled with an ambiguous smell by Chen Wang.
He didn't even have the chance to think about Peng Longlong.
Longlong is so innocent and honest, how could it be him...
Chu Chenan thought in disbelief, his heart beating faster and faster.
He suddenly remembered what he had not completed yesterday, staggered a few steps, and hurriedly walked down the rooftop.
"Hey Chenan, where are you going?" Lu Chengdong looked at Chu Chenan's leaving back, thoughtfully.
Chu Chenan walked to the end of the doctor's office on the third floor and stood in front of the dean's office.
He mustered up his courage and knocked on the door three times.
"Please come in." The dean said politely in a hoarse voice.
"Dean," Chu Chenan opened the door and walked into the office quietly.
"Doctor Chu, how come you have time to come here?" When the dean saw that the person coming was Chu Chenan, he hurriedly stood up and poured him a cup of tea, "Please come and sit down."
Chu Chenan was flattered. At the dean's enthusiastic invitation, he sat next to the dean's chair.
"Try my new tea. I wonder if the doctor is used to it." The dean poured him a cup of green tea. The light green tea was poured into the white porcelain teacup, and the tea fragrance filled the air.
After not seeing him for a few days, the dean looked obviously more haggard than a few days ago, with a sallow complexion and a lot of white hair on his temples.
Chu Chenan looked at the teacup in front of him and said, "Thank you, Dean."
"Hey, doctor, you don't have to be polite to me. You are the backbone of our hospital. As for me, I can only do the little work of serving tea and pouring water."
The dean talked eloquently, then sighed a few times and said regretfully, "Doctor, you know what happened today. It's really embarrassing to say that three people died within a few days of your arrival, Doctor Chu."
"I took over this hospital last month, and I didn't expect it to be so difficult. Alas, seeing the number of patients here decreasing one by one, I feel like a failure..." The dean said dejectedly. He seemed to have been suppressed for a long time and treated Chu Chenan as his confidant.
Chu Chenan comforted him, "Dean, don't blame yourself too much. The most urgent thing is to find out the truth about their death..."
"Doctor Chu, tell me," the dean interrupted him and lowered his head, "how much mental pressure must they be under to choose this way to end their lives. Fortunately, the patients here have no relatives and no concerns from the outside world. Their death will not cause any social disputes, and I will not be troubled by this trivial matter..."
Chu Chenan was speechless. His hand holding the teacup suddenly loosened and fell on his knees.
He didn't know how to reply.
The dean actually thought that they were simply committing suicide...
Is he simple-minded, or does he simply not want to delve into it further?
"By the way, Dr. Chu, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" The dean moved the teapot closer to Chu Chenan.
Chu Chenan smelled the pungent aroma of strong tea. He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "I came here to ask, um...are there only 47 patients in our hospital?"
"No." The dean shook his head and looked at Chu Chenan.
A glimmer of hope rose in Chu Chenan's heart, and he hurriedly asked, "No?"
The dean replied, "Doctor, have you forgotten? Another patient died today, leaving only 46 patients."
"What's wrong, Dr. Chu? Why do you suddenly ask this?" The dean asked him in a gentle voice, with tenderness and concern in his eyes.
"No, it's okay, I just wanted to confirm." Chu Chenan lowered his eyes and pinched his fingers nervously.
"Is that so? Why doesn't Dr. Chu drink tea?" the dean asked gently. "Are you not used to it? I'll make you another pot."
After saying that, he wanted to get up.
Chu Chenan hurriedly stopped the dean, "No need, dean! My stomach is not feeling well, so I won't drink any tea. Thank you, dean."
"A few sips of tea is good for your stomach, it won't be a problem." The dean said, then stood up and turned to the bookcase to look for his tea box.
“No, really no…” Chu Chenan waved his hands repeatedly and stood up quickly. “I remembered that I still have work to do. I have to go back to the office first, Dean.”
He said this politely and quickly fled out of the dean's office.
"Oh, okay. Then you go on with your work, doctor." The dean paused, looked at Chu Chenan's leaving back, and closed the tea box.
"Why don't you even drink tea?" The dean muttered and brewed himself another pot of black tea.
The black tea is bright red in color, and the tea seems to be stained with blood, surging in the heat...
Chu Chenan walked back to the office.
His instinct told him that he couldn't ask the dean about the S-level patient.
He needs to be careful.
The doctor with almond-shaped eyes came to the office and sat down as usual, reading a bloody book with awkward and difficult characters engraved on it.
The air pressure in the room is very low.
Chu Chenan didn't dare to look any further. He lowered his eyes and flipped through the documents on his desk.
In fact, doctors' work here is very leisurely.
Normally I have to go on ward rounds with the nurse, and there is nothing else to do.
The daily work is done by the nurses next door.
The office was eerily quiet. Chu Chenan only sat there for a dozen minutes before he couldn't sit still anymore.
He wanted to get up and look for Peng Longlong, but he was afraid that he would run into Chen Wang at this point...
As he was hesitating, the phone rang.
Chu Chenan turned his head and saw that it was the Danfengyan doctor's landline phone ringing.
The doctor with almond-shaped eyes put down the book and answered the phone.
After listening for three or four seconds, he immediately stood up and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? You can't even watch people! Stop the bleeding now. I'll be right over."
Chu Chenan has been here for a few days, and this is the first time I heard him speak.
The doctor with almond-shaped eyes stood up with such a big movement that the red book accidentally knocked over the information papers piled on his desk.
White papers were scattered all over the floor.
The doctor with almond-shaped eyes sighed and bent down to pick up the papers.
Chu Chenan wanted to get up to help pick it up, but he caught a glimpse of a page of the red book, which had a blood-colored array symbol engraved on it.
His face turned pale.
this……
Isn’t this the formation talisman he saw on the rooftop?
The doctor with almond-shaped eyes quickly closed the red tomes and piled them back on the table.
He noticed Chu Chenan's gaze, turned sideways, and looked at Chu Chenan gloomily, coldly as if he was looking at a dead object, "What did you see?"
"No, I didn't see anything." Chu Chenan said hurriedly, his hands shaking.
The doctor with almond-shaped eyes snorted and walked quickly towards the door. "Why should I worry about this? In the end, everyone will die anyway."
Chu Chenan heard what the doctor with almond-shaped eyes said and sat down trembling with fear.
This person is definitely involved in the fall.
…
After the almond-shaped eye doctor left.
He mustered up his courage and walked towards the table of the doctor who treated his eye disease.
He searched through a pile of information papers for a long time but didn't find any valuable information.
He opened the red book and read a few pages carefully. The content was in English and generally promoted some kind of morbid evil. Teach thinking.
The first page reads: "Killing is charity, a favor bestowed."
It promotes killing, it promotes taking the life of others and taking pride in it as a selfless favor…
Chu Chenan couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly closed the book and put it back in its place.
He went to look for other cabinets.
Suddenly, he found a hard card under the stack of papers in the cabinet on the right.
It is engraved
Attending Physician: Liang Xu
Term of office: June 20XX
This almond-shaped eye doctor is called Liang Xu, and he started his term here two years ago.
The doctors here have been changed dozens of times in two years, but Liang Xu was able to spend two years here safely.
Chu Chenan became more certain of his inner guess that Liang Xu was definitely involved in this matter.
…
He walked out of the office and planned to go to Building B to find Peng Longlong.
As soon as he passed the corridor and turned into the stairwell, he heard conversation coming from upstairs.
"Look at my hair. I've lost a lot of it these days. It's so ugly..." The head nurse's coquettish voice sounded, and they seemed to be going downstairs.
Lu Chengdong comforted her, "No, you look as beautiful as usual. Maybe you've been under too much pressure recently, and it will be fine in a few days. Why don't we go to bed early tonight and have a good rest?"
"Tsk, what does this have to do with going to bed late?" said the head nurse. "It's only been a few days and you're already exhausted? You're useless."
"No, that's not what I meant..." Lu Chengdong's voice was embarrassed.
Chu Chenan heard the voices of the two people getting closer and closer, and hurriedly retreated out of the corridor.
The head nurse and the other nurse walked towards the corridor, and when they saw Chu Chenan, they immediately stopped talking.
"Chen An, where are you going?" Lu Chengdong was not affected by what happened just now, he smiled heartily.
"I'll go upstairs." Chu Chenan replied.
He glanced at the head nurse and saw that her plump face was pale and her hair was so sparse on her forehead that her scalp was almost visible.
The head nurse smiled at Chu Chenan and said, "Then Doctor Chu, please go quickly. We will close the ward area soon."
The head nurse's scalp was itchy and stinging. She couldn't bear the pain and started scratching her hair in front of Chu Chenan.
From the scalp to the end of the hair, a tuft of hair two centimeters thick fell to the ground...
She smoothed her hair a few more times and a few more clumps of blonde hair fell out.
Chu Chenan's scalp tingled as he watched.
Why did the head nurse suddenly suffer from severe hair loss?
He talked to Lu Chengdong for a few words and then walked towards the stairwell.
He had just walked a few steps away when he heard the head nurse and Lu Chengdong whisper, "What are you afraid of? Is there anything you can't say? Why are you hiding..."
When he arrived at Peng Longlong's ward, he saw two managers blocking the door with guns raised.
"Sorry, the patients here need to rest. Please come back in a few days." Manager No. 9 said.
Rest?
Did something happen to Peng Longlong?
Chu Chenan frowned and asked hurriedly, "What happened to the patient inside?"
Manager No. 9 standing on the left hesitated for a moment, but still answered respectfully, "He smashed the window glass and slit his throat today to commit suicide, but don't worry, he has stopped bleeding."
Manager No. 9 has an exceptionally good attitude.
But Chu Chenan had no time to think about it. He was worried about Peng Longlong. "Is it not possible to go and take a look?"
"Doctor Liang has instructed that the patient inside needs to rest. If you really want to go in... you can come back tomorrow and I can let you in to take a look." Manager No. 9 said with difficulty.
Chu Chenan nodded, "Thank you."
He looked at the ward door a few more times, then left the third floor worriedly.
The manager on the right poked the elbow of manager No. 9 with his gun and said, "Are you stupid? You dare to let Liang Xu in without telling him."
"What do you know? It would be stupid not to let him in. He is much more important than Liang Xu." Manager No. 9 leaned close to the ear of the manager on the right and said a few words to him.
The manager on the right was suddenly speechless and stopped talking.
Chu Chenan walked back to his dormitory dejectedly.
After washing up, he sat down in front of a wooden chair, drooping his eyelids, and sat there for a while.
He raised his eyes and saw the exquisite pastries in the food box.
He didn't go to the cafeteria to eat tonight, and now his stomach was protesting with hunger.
He leaned over to look at the two plates of pastries, pursed his lips, swallowed, and blinked a few times.
Food is food, and delusion is delusion.
No matter what, we can't waste food.
As he thought about it, he raised his hand, picked up a piece of strawberry-flavored pastry and put it in his mouth.
The taste is sweet but not greasy, soft and sticky in the mouth, with a faint aroma of rose wine.
He couldn't help but eat a few more.
I never thought about why there was a taste of rose wine in the pastry.
Chu Chenan can drink easily after just one glass of alcohol, but he is still very obsessed with drinking.
And these pastries perfectly satisfied his love for wine.
He has eaten five or six and he is still not drunk.
He likes this kind of cake.
…
then.
Chu Chenan's cheeks turned slightly red as he ate the pastries.
He was drunk and didn't know it.
【Live broadcast starts】
【Wow! The drunk wife is so tempting]
[Help! This is so cute]
[What kind of beauty is this? So cute]
[Hahahahahahaha, this wife got drunk from eating pastries]
【Help! ! ! I love this little fool.
[My wife deserves to be overtaken by the old man]
【Shashasha】
[Wife, if you are too stupid, the old man will take off your bitter tea.]
…
Chu Chenan was full.
He put down the half-eaten cake in his hand.
He staggered a few steps towards his bed, which was against the wall.
He stood in front of the bed, staring at a landscape oil painting frame on the wall in a daze.
He blinked a few times slowly.
When was this put up?
Chu Chenan couldn't remember, he was too sleepy.
He didn't know why his face was burning.
He threw back the quilt and lay down on it.
Her pretty little face was flushed with an alluring blush, her butterfly-like eyelashes were trembling, and her red lips were slightly parted, revealing a misty air.
He lay there in a daze, and before he fell asleep, the dormitory door creaked open.
Chu Chenan squinted his eyes, his gaze intoxicated, and saw Chen Wang's hazy figure.
He thought it was a dream.
Chen Wang walked to the bedside, holding a bowl of clear soup in his hand.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, placed the bowl of clear soup on the bedside table, and leaned over to look at Chu Chenan's pale little face.
He chuckled hoarsely, "You're drunk, idiot."
"Not drunk." Chu Chenan lay down. He was so drunk that his consciousness was blurred. He retorted in a low voice.
"Okay, our An An is not drunk." Chen Wang leaned over and kissed Chu Chen An's red lips. The tip of his tongue invaded his small mouth, making a kissing sound.
Only when Chu Chenan made a "wuwu" sound of resistance from being kissed did Chen Wang let go of Chu Chenan and gave him a final kiss on his lips.
Shen Wang sighed, "So sweet."
"Wuwu, don't kiss me," Chu Chenan retreated in panic, with pitiful tears in the corners of his eyes, "I am obviously Chu Chenan, not Chen An, why did you kiss me? I'm not him."
His words made the truth more obvious.
It was so cute that Chen Wang smiled even more deeply.
"You are my Chen An." Chen Wang pinched his red earlobe.
"No!" Chu Chenan refused to admit it and looked at him with intoxicated eyes, "I am not, you got the wrong person."
"Baby, are you sure you want to continue lying to me?" Chen Wang kissed Chu Chenan's white and pink fingertips.
Chu Chenan was scared, his eyes were red, he asked in a low voice, "Then, how did you recognize me?"
"An An and I have been close for so long, so of course I am very familiar with everything about you." Chen Wang gently stroked Chu Chen An's brow, "You don't know, the way you are scared, angry, and even the way you eat and walk are exactly the same as the person in the portrait I drew."
That’s not all.
As soon as he saw him, his soul would become inexplicably excited and restless.
The soul deep in his heart kept persuading him that the person in front of him was his Chen An.
"Also, the people who delivered medicine to us in the past two years have all delivered biological preservatives..." Chen Wang said in a gentle voice, "Only you gave me stimulants that night. Haha, you are so cute, baby, do you still think it was two years ago?"
Chu Chenan was stunned.
He is indeed still too stupid.
It turned out that he had made Chen Wang suspicious at that time.
He deserves to be resurrected.
He comforted himself that it was just a dream and everything would be fine when he woke up.
"Now it's An An's turn to talk. Where have you been in the past two years? What have you done? And how did you come back in this identity?" Chen Wang stared at Chu Chen An. "I need your explanation for these."
Chu Chenan felt a little aggrieved. He was drunk and confused, with his lips slightly pouted. He was determined not to say anything.
"Forget it, I'll tell you when you want to." Chen Wang looked at his pitiful little face, unable to bear it, and stroked his slightly hot forehead, "Drink some sobering soup first."
Chu Chenan shook his head and refused.
"If you don't drink the soup, you will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning." Chen Wang said firmly, put his hand on Chu Chenan's shoulder, and picked up the bowl of clear soup.
He looked at Chu Chenan's red lips and took out the spoon thoughtfully, "Let me feed Anan."
After saying that, he drank a sip of the medicine and passed it to Chu Chenan.
…
After drinking a bowl of medicine.
Chu Chenan’s collar was also mostly wet.
Chen Wang's eyes were dim and his Adam's apple rolled.
He took Chu Chenan out of the quilt and pretended to be concerned, "Anan's clothes and pants are wet. Let me change Anan."
Chu Chenan looked at Chen Wang in a daze.
nonsense.
There are obviously no pants.
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