"After the dean died, his office was preserved in its original state?"
The people outside the door were full of doubts. Except for Chen Ge and the two doctors, no one dared to enter the house.
Chen Ge's condition was very bad at this time. The memories related to the stench in his head began to get out of control, and pieces of memory fragments exploded into pictures in his mind.
"Hey! Don't stay in there alone!" Patient No. 2 was worried about Chen Ge's safety and slowly approached the dean's office. But when he reached the door, his body was unwilling to enter it no matter what. Every cell in his body was resisting, as if he would surely die if he entered the room.
In a trance, Chen Ge heard the voice of Patient No. 2, but his nerves had been overwhelmed by severe pain.
He gradually began to lose control of his body, and under the double torture of the stench and pain, he fell headfirst into the dean's desk.
Chen Ge supported the table with both hands, and his face, twisted with pain, almost touched the glass jar on the table.
"Whose heart is this?"
Panting heavily, his chest heaving, as Chen Ge's pain deepened, the heart wrapped in countless black threads actually began to beat in the glass jar.
It was like Chen Ge's own heart, and every beat affected Chen Ge's nerves.
"Is this heart in the jar mine?"
Chen Ge felt that his heart and the heart in the jar were beating at the same frequency.
He stared at the jar, his soul seemed to be sucked into the glass jar, and indescribable pain and despair continued to surge into his body.
The world in front of my eyes began to become blurry, and the countless words "death" in the room enlarged in front of my eyes, as if they all came alive.
Chen Ge wanted to wave his hands to resist, but his body and mind were on the verge of collapse, and it was difficult for him to even move.
"Being trapped in a room covered with the word death, why does this scene seem so familiar to me?" A picture flashed through Chen Ge's memory. A clay sculpture with the word Chen Ge engraved on its chest was stuffed into a shrine with the word death engraved on the inner wall.
What Chen Ge was experiencing now was the same as the clay sculpture with his name engraved on it, except that he was not locked in a shrine, but was trapped in the dean's office with the word "death" engraved all over it.
"Someone is cursing me!"
Sporadic flashes of memory made Chen Ge realize that he had been cursed before, but due to various reasons, the curse was not successful. Now he was touched by the curse again. He didn't know why he was so familiar with these things that ordinary people could not touch.
Chen Ge bit his teeth until they bled as he moved his hands slowly. He held onto the glass jar on the table.
He originally wanted to smash the glass jar to see if he could break the curse, but what he didn't expect was that when his hands touched the glass jar, the black thread stuck to his heart came out from the heart and began to hit the glass jar frantically, as if trying to penetrate the jar and enter Chen Ge's body.
Cracks appeared on the glass jar, and the stench in the room became stronger. Chen Ge was now on the verge of collapse. He used up his last bit of strength to push the glass jar to the edge of the table.
The black threads hit the glass, and the cracks continued to spread. When the entire jar was about to be shattered, deep red blood threads appeared in the heart.
These blood threads are intertwined with each other, weaving a child's face in the heart.
It screamed, and the black threads immediately retracted into the heart as if to prevent the child from escaping from the bottom of its heart.
Chen Ge witnessed the whole process. Whether it was the black thread or the child's face that appeared in his mind, these were all different from the real world described by Doctor Gao.
He looked at the child's face on the heart with a little confusion, and vaguely felt that the child was very similar to himself when he was a child.
"Is this heart sealed in the glass jar that child's?"
The pain in his head eased a lot, and Chen Ge collapsed beside the table, gasping for breath.
The dean's office has returned to normal, and even the foul smell in the air has faded a little.
"Are you okay?" Doctor Sun did not enter the office until this time. He squatted beside Chen Ge with his back to the office door.
"Do I look okay?" As soon as Chen Ge opened his mouth to speak, he started coughing violently.
Doctor Sun stared at Chen Ge silently. He pointed at Chen Ge's finger and suddenly said something inexplicable: "Before the patient was admitted to the hospital, all his belongings were deposited in the fifth ward. There is a wedding ring in your locker."
"Wedding ring? But I'm not married..."
"Yeah, you're not married, so why do you have a wedding ring?" Doctor Sun's scarred face showed a relieved smile. He turned his back to the ward door. At this moment, only Chen Ge could see the smile on his face: "If you can be discharged smoothly, remember to wear the wedding ring. It should be very important to you."
Chen Ge felt that Doctor Sun was a little different from before, and he thought about it carefully.
Since leaving the treatment room of the third ward, Dr. Gao has been holding his arm, and Dr. Sun has been very cold to him. However, after entering the dean's office, Dr. Sun actually smiled, which was completely different from his initial performance.
"Is it because Dr. Gao didn't enter the dean's office?" Chen Ge felt more and more that Dr. Sun was different from Dr. Gao. At this moment, Dr. Gao looked more like a corpse, while Dr. Sun became more and more humane.
"Let's go. Don't stay in the dean's office for too long. This place is unlucky." Doctor Sun helped Chen Ge up from the ground. He was about to walk out with Chen Ge, but Chen Ge stopped.
"Wait a minute." Chen Ge turned around and picked up the glass jar on the desk in the dean's office.
"What do you want to do?" Doctor Sun took a breath and subconsciously moved away from Chen Ge who was holding the glass jar. The glass jar seemed to be a very dangerous thing.
"I want to take this thing with me." Chen Ge knew that the black thread wrapped around his heart could take his life at any time, but he still wanted to take it with him because he felt that the face that appeared in the heart was very important to him.
"Do you know what this is? Did you really treat those stories I told you before as stories?" Doctor Sun's face changed immediately. He knew very well how scary the glass jar was, but for some reason, he couldn't speak casually.
"I know this thing is very dangerous, but precisely because it is dangerous, I want to keep it with me." Chen Ge answered seriously.
"What kind of logic is this?" Doctor Sun suspected that Chen Ge's condition had worsened.
"In fact, I didn't plan to bring this thing with me at first, but the stories you just told changed my mind." Chen Ge held the glass jar and stared at the heart in the jar: "This hospital may really be haunted. We don't have any means to resist ghosts, but if we bring this thing with us, it's not certain. If a ghost really appears, we can use this glass jar with a heart to smash it."
"Smash it?" Doctor Sun frowned, and asked uncertainly, "Are you serious?"
"Of course, the thing left behind at the death scene of the first dean must be a very dangerous thing, but you have to understand one thing. We may die with it, but if we really encounter a ghost, then one of us will definitely die." Chen Ge held the glass jar and started walking out of the office: "Choose the lesser of two evils. I really want to see which is more dangerous, this jar or the ghost."
Ghosts are imaginary, but glass jars are real. Chen Ge wanted to use something that living people could actually touch to deal with imaginary ghosts. This idea surprised Dr. Sun.
"You...maybe you are really a lunatic." Doctor Sun's words seemed to have a deeper meaning, but Chen Ge didn't seem to hear it. Of course, given Chen Ge's current situation, he would pretend to be confused even if he heard it.
"I am already ill, but I will actively cooperate with your treatment." Chen Ge's attitude was a little scary.
Seeing Chen Ge walking out of the office with the glass jar in his arms, Dr. Gao, who looked like a zombie, not only did not grab Chen Ge's arm, but also took the initiative to move away from Chen Ge, keeping a distance of about three meters between them.
Both doctors were unwilling to stand with Chen Ge. Although Patient No. 2 did not quite understand the reason, he wisely stayed away from Chen Ge.
"Why did you take out this heart specimen?" Patient No. 2 was not averse to human organ specimens. He was just worried that Chen Ge had some strange habit.
"Specimen?" Chen Ge looked at the fresh heart in the glass jar. He felt that the "heart" seen by each person seemed to be different. "Doctor Sun said that the hospital was not clean. I brought the glass jar left by the first dean after his death. This can be regarded as fighting poison with poison."
Patient No. 2 was completely unable to understand Chen Ge's idea. He wisely stopped communicating with Chen Ge and looked at Doctor Sun: "Where is the drug storage room you mentioned? I've almost walked to the end and I still can't see it!"
"I remembered it wrongly. After the first dean died unexpectedly, many doctors did not dare to come to this floor to get medicine, so the hospital moved the medicine storage room to the fourth floor of the fifth ward." Doctor Sun said perfunctorily.
"Are you sure?" Patient No. 2 felt that there was something seriously wrong with Dr. Sun. He didn't trust Dr. Sun much in the first place.
Chen Ge also found something wrong. He felt that Dr. Sun didn't care about other people's lives at all. He said that the drug storage room was on the fourth floor just to lead Chen Ge to the vicinity of the dean's office.
Saving lives was just an excuse for Dr. Sun to fulfill his own goal. It seemed that the only person he really cared about was Chen Ge.
"Does that mean that as long as I don't get into any serious trouble, everyone will be safe?" Chen Ge has discovered that this place is different from the hospitals outside. Doctor Sun mentioned the "door" before, and in his memory, the "door" is also a very special place: "Except for me, even if others die here, they won't really die?"
Shaking his head, Chen Ge drove the idea out of his mind. He was unwilling and unable to risk Zhang Jingjiu's life.
Without medicine, Zhang Jingjiu could die at any time. Doctor Gao was like a corpse, not saying a word. Now Chen Ge and Patient No. 2 could only trust Doctor Sun.
Following what Dr. Sun said, they ran from Ward 4 to Ward 5.
Along the way, Dr. Sun told Chen Ge a lot of strange things that happened in the hospital.
As they were on their way, some things happened inside the building that were difficult for science to explain, but fortunately, they were safe.
Those strange things did not come close to Chen Ge and his group, but just flashed by in the distance.
Arriving at the fourth floor of the fifth ward, this time Doctor Sun did not lie to Chen Ge, and they finally found the drug storage room.
However, things are not that simple. The room next to the medicine storage room is sealed, and blood is still seeping out from the gap under the door. It is impossible to ignore it.
"This sealed room is the office of the second dean. He was the vice dean of this hospital and has seven children. After the first dean died unexpectedly, he took over the position of dean temporarily. Unfortunately, he disappeared on the seventh day after taking over as dean and has not been found until now." Doctor Sun stood at the door, as if encouraging Chen Ge to go in and check.
"The second dean only worked for seven days before he disappeared? It seems that being the dean of this hospital is still a high-risk job." Chen Ge avoided the bloodstains on the ground: "I'm curious, how many deans this hospital has had in total."
"Including acting and temporarily appointed ones, this hospital has had seven presidents in total. The seventh president was the most unfortunate." Dr. Sun answered every question.
"Why was the seventh dean the most unfortunate? Did he die the most painful death?"
"Because he has been working in this hospital until now." After saying this, Dr. Sun tapped the door with his fingers. Every time there was a knock on the door, the ticking sound from Dr. Gao's watch would become much weaker.
"Can I go in and take a look?" Chen Ge held a glass jar containing a heart and pushed open the door of the second dean's office.
The interior of the house was very simply furnished, and at first glance there was nothing special about it, but after entering, Chen Ge smelled that pungent odor again.
He rummaged through things in the house and finally saw a glass jar on the bookshelf. The jar contained a person's facial features.
The eyes, nose, ears and other organs were immersed in the liquid full of black threads. The strangest thing was that when Chen Ge approached, those two eyes looked at him at the same time.
"Why are there jars in the second dean's office?" Chen Ge was about to take the glass jar, but was stopped by Doctor Sun.
"Don't mess with the things in the room." Doctor Sun whispered, "You just need to look and remember. Don't take things away every time you enter a room."
"Doctor Sun, do all the directors of this hospital have a hobby of collecting organs?"
"Do you really think so?" Doctor Sun glanced at the door with his peripheral vision. When he found that Doctor Gao did not follow him in, he spoke at the fastest speed: "There are seven glass jars in the seventh dean's room. The seven glass jars divide a patient equally according to the weight of his soul. The patient's number is the same as yours."