Room 502 must be on the fifth floor, and the only way to reach the fifth floor is currently via stairs.

Lu Ban returned to the hall from the nurses' station, only to find that the sky around him had become completely dark.

When he reached the door, he looked out the glass.

The night was so dark that even the security booth not far away could not be seen. There were no stars or moon, and the night enveloped everything.

Lu Ban even suspected that when the mission began, they had already entered some strange space.

He did not leave the hospital rashly to prevent the mission from failing.

After checking the explosives tied to the pillars, Lu Ban decided to eat something first.

He found a place to sit and took out some water and compressed dry food.

Man is iron and rice is steel. If you are not full, how can you have the strength to work?

Lu Ban took a mouthful of dry food and a sip of water to fill his hungry stomach.

Today’s compressed dry food tastes much better than before. It’s not a snack, as the calories are a bit high, but it’s not a torture to fill your stomach.

While eating, Lu Ban looked at the red-covered notebook, which had many missing pages. Considering the years of recording, there was at least one missing page almost every year.

"If each missing page represents a missing person, then there is a missing person in this hospital every year? And they are all nurses?"

Lu Ban felt that this was a serious problem.

Although he doesn't have any special feelings about the nurse uniform, maybe someone else likes it very much.

For the sake of ordinary people who like nurse uniforms, Lu Ban also needs to investigate this incident thoroughly.

After eating and drinking, Lu Ban stood up.

He walked towards the stairs, passing by some clinics along the way. The equipment in these clinics had naturally been moved away, leaving only empty rooms. The light of the flashlight revealed the mottled marks on the originally snow-white walls, which aroused people's imagination.

Lu Ban passed two clinics and came to the door of the third clinic. When the flashlight flashed past, he found that this clinic was a little different.

The light penetrated the broken door and illuminated the clinic, which was equipped with tables, chairs, and several beds.

Obviously, this should be a consulting room for examining the condition of the body's limbs.

“Why was this the only table that wasn’t moved?”

Lu Ban walked into the clinic. It was spacious, with tables and cabinets standing there. Apart from being a little old, there were no signs of damage.

He shone a flashlight on the table. There was no dust on the table, as if someone had been using it all the time.

When he came to the bed, Lu Ban felt that the shape of the bed was a bit strange. He gestured and although he was only about 1.85 meters tall, about the average person, this bed probably couldn't even fit a person who was 1.7 meters tall, and most of his feet would have to be exposed.

Moreover, there is a depression at the lower end of the bed.

This appears to be a special purpose bed.

Lu Ban wasn't quite sure, as he went to the hospital very rarely.

Every year when the flu season comes, others keep sneezing, but he is fine and never gets a cold or fever all year round.

He felt it was a pity.

Because according to Lu Ban's immunity theory, colds and fevers represent that the body's immune function is functioning normally, which is equivalent to daily exercise. If you don't catch a cold for many years, the body's immune function will not be exercised, and if you don't get sick, it's fine. But if you get sick, it will be a serious illness.

Pulling his thoughts back to this body, Lu Ban tried to lie down on it.

Sure enough, the bed was too short for him.

Moreover, there were strange armrests on both sides of the bed, which he could not touch at all when he lay down, but he could put his legs on them to form an open posture.

"?"

Lu Ban felt that there was something wrong with his current posture of inviting someone into a trap.

Just as he was about to put his legs down, he heard the sound of metal clanging.

This was the sound of a scalpel being taken from the instrument tray. Lu Ban lowered his head and saw a doctor in a white coat standing next to his bed.

The doctor was tall, his white coat was dirty, with stains of mud or blood. He wore a thick medical mask and his hair was tied in a hat. The doctor had dark skin and dull eyes, as if he had been dead for a long time.

He held a scalpel in his right hand and a pair of pliers in his left hand. He walked towards Lu Ban without saying a word.

Are you going to perform surgery on yourself?

In Lu Ban's [real vision], the doctor's figure was ethereal, not like a real person, but more like an air friend. The scalpel in his hand was real and could easily cut through human skin.

"Who are you?"

He hurriedly wanted to put his foot down, but Lu Ban found that his body was like being pressed down by a heavy object and he could not move. He could only watch the doctor approaching with a cold light flashing in the scalpel in his hand.

A sense of horror rose from Lu Ban's spine, and without hesitation, he materialized a silver revolver in his hand.

[Last Words] was loaded and the bullet hit the doctor accurately.

Lu Ban did not consider the interval between the effects, so he used the most effective one, the verbal bullet of the great being's whispering.

In an instant, Lu Ban saw the other party stop, and then the restraints on Lu Ban were released, and he immediately jumped off the bed.

The doctor covered his head and huddled up as if in pain.

Lu Ban picked up the crowbar and hit him on the head.

Feeling a solid touch, Lu Ban became curious that this guy actually had a physical body.

He saw the fainted doctor lying motionless, seemingly unconscious.

So, Lu Ban boldly picked up the crowbar and hooked the mask off the doctor's face.

He saw the other person's face.

Perhaps, that cannot be called a human face.

This face has no skin, only flesh and blood. The flesh and blood is not complete and there are many traces of sutures. It can be said that this face and this head are sewn together.

Such suture marks also spread to the body, and it can be clearly seen that these suture marks are not simply sewing up the wound, but forcibly blending tissues from different parts of the body together.

The doctor, like Frankenstein, seemed to be made of corpse parts.

Lu Ban listened and found that it had no heartbeat.

Lu Ban even felt that this guy might not even have a heart.

Sizzle——

There was a sound of metallic collision in the corridor, as if something was moving in it. Lu Ban took a peek and found that it was a tall man wearing a white coat.

The only difference is that what the doctor was holding was not a scalpel, but an orthopedic saw used for amputations.

The rusty saw made a sharp sound as it scraped against the ground, echoing in the corridor.

"Are these monsters transformed from humans?"

Lu Ban guessed that he was leaning against the wall, hiding in the shadows, and heard the footsteps and the friction sounds of the saw outside gradually approaching, coming to the position behind him, pausing for a moment, and then continuing forward.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but a head suddenly popped out from the right side of Lu Ban, at the door of the clinic.

The doctor, wearing a mask and a hat and holding a saw in his hand, leaned inside.