The chandelier in the hospital lobby was still lit, even though its wiring was old and rotten. It was unclear what force was supporting it.
The entire hospital lobby was empty and silent. Although the lights were bright, it gave people an extremely eerie feeling because they knew the inside story.
Just then, a rapid telephone ring startled Hughes, who immediately gripped his revolver tightly.
Yang Cheng glanced at it and said, "Are the bullets in your pistol specially made?"
Hughes nodded nervously and said, "The bullet casings have runes personally engraved by Master Morton, which can kill ghosts and some dark-attribute monsters."
We also have a type of silver bullet that can inflict powerful damage on creatures like vampires and werewolves, but silver bullets are too expensive to produce and require prior application for use.
"Watch your gun. Don't shoot at everything. Sometimes what you see may not be the truth."
Yang Cheng walked to the registration area in the center, where an old-fashioned internal telephone was ringing incessantly.
Yang Cheng picked up the phone, and a woman's voice came through.
"New patients should be sent to the examination room on the third floor for classification and diagnosis. After classification, they should be sent to the operating room on the fifth floor. After the surgery, please send the patient to the morgue on the first basement level. Postoperative waste should be sent to the second basement level for centralized disposal."
When passing by a patient speaking in a second-floor ward, please do not respond. Remember, you absolutely must not respond!
If you encounter an open ward on the fourth floor, please do not enter. If you hear any unusual noises, please proceed to the fifth floor as soon as possible. Remember, there are no patients on the fourth floor!
The woman's voice was very calm, and her tone was almost eerie.
Each of her words had the exact same tone, without any variation in intonation. Each word was fine on its own, but when put together, they gave off an extremely eerie feeling.
And what she said was also very strange.
The patient was taken to the third floor for a diagnosis that seemed normal, so why was he immediately rushed into surgery after being classified? Does having a cold really require surgery?
And why were the patient immediately taken to the morgue after the surgery? Does that mean the surgery was 100% destined to fail?
The warnings for the second and fourth floor wards also seemed very strange.
At that moment, the phone went dead. Hughes leaned over to take a look and was immediately chilled to the bone.
That telephone line had been chewed through by rats for who knows how many years!
Hughes had never experienced such a scene before, and even though he had prepared beforehand, he still couldn't help feeling fear and nervous.
"Mr. Yang, what do we do now?"
Yang Cheng said calmly, "Since we've already received the call, let's follow the instructions on the phone and send the patient upstairs."
"Patients? But we don't have any patients."
Yang Cheng pointed to himself and Hughes: "Aren't we patients too?"
Are you scared? It's not too late to back out now.
Hughes shook his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm not afraid!"
Yang Cheng followed Hughes down the quiet stairwell to the second floor, which was filled with wards. The wards were still brightly lit, but the wards on both sides were pitch black.
In this environment, Hughes was so careful that he even stepped on the ground, afraid of making the slightest sound.
"Let me out!"
A sharp sound suddenly rang out from inside the ward, and Hughes shuddered.
He instinctively pointed the gun at the ward: "Who! Who are you?"
"I'm not sick! Let me out! I just have a headache, there's nothing growing in my brain!"
The sound was so pitiful that it was impossible to tell if it was male or female, making one instinctively want to open the door for him.
Hughes seemed to be bewitched, his hand instinctively reaching for the doorknob.
At this moment, Yang Cheng's Seven Killings Star Lord power shone brightly, and the icy and sharp bloodthirsty aura instantly permeated Hughes' entire body, causing him to shiver and pull his hand back.
"Mr. Yang... this is..."
Yang Cheng said calmly, "I already told you on the phone not to respond to the patients in the ward, but you just wouldn't listen."
People can be rebellious sometimes; they do what the rules forbid.
Hughes blushed; it was an instinctive reaction he couldn't control.
Yang Cheng walked to the ward door, grasped the doorknob, and looked through the small window. His voice was icy as he said, "Let you out? I'll come in and let you out now. Do you dare to come out?"
For some reason, after Yang Cheng spoke, there was no sound coming from the ward.
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