Chapter 32 Dean = God? The disfigured man is pregnant... The mute is pregnant...
In the monitoring room, the bespectacled doctor and his colleague watched the surveillance for several hours. They watched from day to night, but still found nothing.
Looking at the surveillance footage which showed no abnormalities, he yawned and his eyelids began to twitch.
"Don't fall asleep. If the dean finds out, you'll be doomed!"
The colleague next to him patted him on the shoulder, trying to wake him up.
"Will the dean please let us be quiet..."
The spectacled doctor muttered as he leaned back in his chair and stretched.
"I really can't hold it any longer. If you don't tell me, who will know about this?"
After saying that, he curled up in the chair, pulled off his coat, and prepared to take a nap.
“…Wait, why is there a patient running around on the first floor?”
His colleague suddenly raised his voice, disturbing his sweet dream.
"Keep your voice down, let me sleep...Who is it? Where is it?"
He was halfway through his words when his slow brain finally realized what the other person meant.
In an instant, all sleepiness disappeared and he suddenly sat up from the chair, and his coat fell to the ground.
In the surveillance video of the corridor on the first floor, I saw a patient with golden hair running around wildly. She seemed to have lost her way and only ran to conspicuous places, running around in the corridor like a headless fly.
"Quick! Zoom in on the face!"
The spectacled doctor said urgently.
After carefully comparing the photo of bed number one with the footage from the surveillance camera, he finally determined that—
This patient is the one in bed number one in ward 404 that the dean is looking for.
"This is weird... Didn't we focus on inspecting the first floor during the day? Given the level of detail at the time, we could have even registered a cockroach in the hospital. Where did this guy come from?"
Staring at the surveillance screen, the colleague wondered.
"No matter where she came from, it's a good thing that we found her!"
The bespectacled doctor's voice revealed joy, and he looked much more energetic, as if he was no longer sleepy.
"We have earned this tremendous credit. The dean should give me a promotion now!"
He quickly picked up the coat on the ground, not even bothering to shake off the dust on it, and dragged his colleague to the first floor.
Full of excitement, they finally arrived at the first floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, a figure flashed past the two of them.
"Hey, is that the patient we are looking for?"
The colleague next to him leaned his head out of the elevator and looked in the direction the figure left.
As soon as the other party ran out, the doctor with glasses caught up with him.
He ran for several dozen meters and found no one around him, so he turned back and shouted to his stupid colleagues:
"What are you standing there for? Come on!"
On the other side, Cecilia wandered around the first floor for a full half hour before the doctor came to arrest her.
She complained about the doctor's inefficiency in her mind and deliberately slowed down her pace.
No, where are the people?
I'm running so slowly, and you still can't keep up?
She pretended to run forward for a long time, but saw no pursuers catching up with her, so she simply stopped.
After waiting for them at the corner for a long time, Cecilia heard the footsteps of the two people gradually approaching, so she pretended to be out of breath and continued to run forward.
"Front...front! Stop!"
The two doctors were running and shouting, breathing even harder than she was, and it felt like they were going to die in the next second.
In order to ensure that they could successfully catch her before they died of exhaustion, Cecia let herself go directly into the sea and plunged into a dead end.
"Now you have no way to escape!"
The doctor with glasses kept breathing heavily, and his thick glasses were covered with a layer of fog. He couldn't see anything, but he still made harsh remarks.
After all, the colleague next to him is young and can be better than him.
The colleague took a few deep breaths, took out the syringe from his pocket, walked up to Cecilia, and planned to inject her with the drug.
"Who... who are you?"
Cecilia pretended to be at a loss, using her poor acting skills.
"No! Don't come over here!"
Just as the needle was about to touch her skin, she screamed, closed her eyes, and fainted in the corner.
?
Is the medicine so strong this time?
The colleague looked at the liquid in the syringe in confusion, and then looked at the unconscious patient in front of him.
Finally, he gave up thinking and called other doctors with a pager, asking them to bring two mobile beds.
One was used to place the unconscious patient, and the other was responsible for carrying away the doctor with glasses who was about to die.
…
"What do you think the dean is going to do this time?"
On the surface, Cecia lost consciousness and was in a coma, but in fact her mind was still working and she was eavesdropping on the doctors' conversation.
"Who knows? He just loves to make trouble every day. Apart from Lao Li, he doesn't care about anyone else."
A doctor with a shrill voice spoke up.
"I heard that Old Li also has opinions about his experiment this time!"
"Of course not! Bed number three is a rare case. It should be Mr. Li's achievement. If he says he wants to leave, he has to leave. Will he be willing to do that?"
While waiting for the elevator to descend, several doctors chatted idly.
"If you ask me, the dean knows how to please them. I think this experiment is also for them."
"Without them, how could he be the dean?"
"Shh - stop talking, we'll be there soon."
Crunch.
The elevator door slowly opened, and several doctors fell silent, pushing Cecilia's bed silently.
Even when she was lying in bed, she was trying to remember the direction to move. After all, the roads in this hospital were winding and she might not be able to find the elevator if she groped around on her own.
Boom boom boom.
Different from the overwhelming resentment directed against the dean just now, the knock on the door at this moment was restrained and polite, full of respect.
"Dean, we have found the patient in bed number one that you are looking for."
The doctor with the shrill voice dropped his harsh tone and replaced it with flattery and ingratiation.
"Come in."
A slightly childish voice was heard in the room, sounding like a teenager, which was very different from the image of the dean described by the doctor.
"Put down the patient, you can go."
The doctors dared not disobey the dean's orders.
They pushed Cecilia into the room obediently without stopping for a moment, and closed the door quietly when they left.
Without the noise of the doctors, the air around them became oppressive, leaving only dead silence.
Cecilia pretended to be unconscious the whole time and didn't know where she was being taken, but even with her eyes closed, this place made her feel uncomfortable all over.
She was caught on the first floor, but the elevator was still going down, which meant that this should be in the underground area. However, the route taken by the doctors was different from the previous treatment room...
Bang.
There was a slight sound accompanied by the shaking of the bed, as if someone touched the mobile bed and pushed it deeper into the room.
After a long and straight road, the bed finally stopped.
At the same time, the faint sounds that Cecia heard along the way were also infinitely amplified.
"It hurts... My head hurts! They, they said I'm sick and I need treatment! I need medicine!"
There was a hint of hoarseness in the madness; this was the voice of the middle-aged man in bed number three.
"You actually found her... What do you want to do?"
Cold and forbearing, it was Wilbert's voice.
"I told you I would definitely catch her - here, I am a god."
There was a hint of complacency in the childish voice. This should be the dean.
"Now, your only hope has been shattered. Do you have anything else to say?"
The dean knocked on the bed from time to time, making a clanging sound.
The only hope?
Why did he think he would save them?
Unless he really knows something...
Cecilia did not move and continued to lie in bed pretending to be dead.
After waiting for a long while, no one responded to the dean's words. The whole room was filled with the only sound of the painful howling of the man in bed number three.
"Alright, I'll take this as your complete submission to me."
He paced back and forth in the room.
"At this point, you can only blame your bad luck. The discharge list they drew up just happened to include all the patients in Ward 404."
As she spoke, Cecia heard the sound of shuffling papers. It should be that the other party was showing the list to Wilbert.
"Then why did you arrest me?"
Wilbert said coldly.
“That’s why I said you have bad luck.”
He whispered as the sound of paper hitting skin was heard.
"Originally, you didn't have to suffer this. Unfortunately, when I went to Ward 404, there was one less patient."
"As a substitute, I can only capture you as well. Although there's no way you can escape from bed number one, but just in case—"
“One cannot be too confident.”
The dean's voice gradually got closer, and finally sounded almost above Cecilia's head.
"Let me see, this is also a rich man."
He muttered to himself, his voice circling around Cecia's bed.
"The disfigured boy is pregnant... the dumb boy is pregnant... what else is missing?"
The sound of metal colliding rang out in his hands. The dean was in a very good mood. He hummed a ballad while rummaging through the medical box.
"Ah, this is good."
He took out a brand new scalpel and his eyes wandered over the patient's body, looking for the right position.
Then, the bright silver blade was about to pierce the patient's abdomen——
Next second.
The patient on the bed disappeared, but there was a sharp axe in front of his neck.
"Don't move."
A cold voice came from behind him.
"Throw away the knife."
bite--
The scalpel hit the floor with a crisp sound.
"This... Madam, let's talk it over. Don't be so impulsive..."
Feeling the cold touch on his neck, the dean's voice trembled unconsciously.
"Look, everyone in this hospital obeys my orders. If you are willing to let me go, then I will make everyone obey you, and you can have whatever you want, and you can enjoy it..."
"Not rare."
As the sound was rang out, the axe was suddenly pulled back, and a bloody mark appeared on the dean's neck.
"Then tell me! I will obey whatever you want me to do! Don't kill me!"
Perhaps because his life was threatened, the dean completely panicked and shouted hysterically.
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