77 Skin 18 || Borrowed Life 3
Yan Shuang couldn't persuade him and had to follow everyone back to the first floor.
The whole morning passed like this, and everyone was tired and hungry. Ye Jing'an found a corner and lay down on the ground. He closed his heavy eyelids and stuffed bread into his mouth. He said incoherently, "No, I need to sleep."
Lin Haichen also forced himself to make arrangements, "Let's take a break for an hour after dinner and then discuss it."
Soon the chewing sound turned into breathing sound.
Yan Shuang had no choice but to keep silent. Holding the bread in her hand, she calculated the time, stared at the elevator entrance, and ate absentmindedly.
Finally, midnight arrived. He kept glancing toward the elevator, but it remained silent. Five more minutes passed, and he could no longer sit still, feeling uneasy and wanting to quietly return to the basement level.
After all, it concerns Jingning's life, how can Yan Shuang not take it seriously.
Five minutes, wait for another five minutes. If Jing Ning doesn’t show up in five minutes, he will go down. Yan Shuang made up his mind secretly.
Lin Hai was lost in thought, his eyes half asleep and half awake. He set the time and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Shuang sitting tensely in the corner. He walked over and asked, "Are you coming up yet?"
Yan Shuang shook her head, frowning, "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I was thinking about something and couldn't sleep." Lin Haichen chuckled, "Wait a little longer, maybe he didn't pay attention to the time. You have to trust him. Besides, if even Jing Ning can't solve the problem, what can you do even if you go down."
Yan Shuang knew that the wound was beginning to ache slightly, probably because the effect of the medicine had worn off. However, his eyes still involuntarily looked towards the elevator entrance. The two of them chatted casually, so it wasn't that unbearable.
When the elevator door opened and Jingning returned to the first floor, Yan Shuang hurriedly stood up and ran towards Jingning.
"Are you okay? Let me see." Yan Shuang walked around him twice to check if his arm was intact.
"Your hands and feet are intact, so it's no problem for me to control you." After saying this in a casual manner, Jing Ning carried him like a cat and walked towards Lin Haichen.
Yan Shuang couldn't help but scream in pain.
Jing Ning let go of his hand and looked at the traces of blood clots on the gauze exposed by Yan Shuang, making sure that the wound had not opened again. "Why are you running around when you are injured instead of taking a good rest?"
Yan Shuang: Hehe, I was scolded, but I felt warm in my heart.
No one dared to sleep too deeply and was soon woken up by the noise here.
Ye Jingan yawned, his eyes red, "The boss is back?"
Jing Ning hummed, and seeing that everyone was awake, he said, "I searched downstairs again. Apart from the player's body, I didn't find any bodies of patients with the same disease as the player. So my previous speculation that the real and fake patients had a symbiotic relationship was wrong."
This was confirmed when they went to check.
Jing Ning continued, "Another discovery is that most of the bodies below are incomplete."
"Incomplete?" Lin Hai frowned in thought. He hadn't really noticed this. "Could it be related to the illness, such as Su Xiaoyue and Wu Yuwei?"
"If they have skin diseases, they just peel off the skin. So, do they have to remove the heart for heart disease? What kind of hospital is that? I think it's a black-hearted hospital." After Ye Jing'an finished speaking, he noticed Jing Ning looking at him and exclaimed, "Did someone really have their heart removed?"
Jing Ning nodded, "Not only the heart and limbs, but also the brain and internal organs... all of these bodies were removed, and there are also some bodies of newborn babies."
Yan Shuang inexplicably thought of the child on Ye Jing'an's back that morning, wondering if his body was also in there.
"That child is indeed in there." Jing Ning looked at him and said, "Born in 1997, and hasn't had time to get a name yet."
"So many years have passed? What about his family? Why has the body been kept in the morgue and not taken away?" Tian Yiyi said.
"That's the second question," Jing Ning pondered. "I don't know if you've noticed the birth and death dates. The earliest body was from 1963, almost 100 years ago. That body was missing an arm."
"Xiao Yu, was everything normal when you watched them perform surgery in the operating room at night?" Lin Haichen suddenly asked.
Xu Yaoyu tried hard to recall the bloody scenes every night, and finally shook her head, "I don't know, it feels similar to the TV dramas I watch." She had no medical background and no experience, so even if something was wrong, it would be difficult for her to detect it.
"Do you have any ideas, Dr. Lin?" Yan Shuang said.
"When Jingning mentioned 1963, it suddenly occurred to me that I had talked about it when I was studying. In 1963, my country's medical level made significant progress in surgery, public health, and medical education, including the completion of the world's first limb replantation surgery." Lin Haichen said.
"So now it seems those incomplete organs were transferred to other patients?" Jing Ning connected the dots and instantly understood what he meant. "That's why players' bodies appear incomplete after death. That's why the morgue can't find patients from the same ward. They're living again thanks to someone else's organs."
"Yes," Lin Haichen added, "Yan Shuang also mentioned before that the patient in his room said he needed him, and then the patient asked a nurse to guard the door, fearing he would escape. What did he need him for? We always thought it was a symbiotic relationship, that the player needed to be alive in order for the patient to live. We didn't expect it was because he still needed Yan Shuang's organs to save his own life."
Symbiosis has evolved into a terrifying situation of living by borrowing life, which now means not only being on guard against doctors but also against patients.
Yan Shuang recalled Zhao Guoan's medical record card. He had chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. If he had to take away his lungs and all the muscles in his body, he would be left with only an empty shell.
Last night, Zhao Guoan had difficulty breathing at first, and the ghost nurse appeared in Yan Shuang's room. I guess Zhao Guoan was almost dying at that time. The nurse could obviously kill him and transplant his organs to Zhao Guoan, but the good thing was about to be interrupted by Jing Ning.
Yan Shuang thought carefully. After the nurse left, Zhao Guoan's breathing became noticeably smoother. Did this mean that Zhao Guoan's condition had improved again, and that the players didn't have to die immediately? That's why the nurse left. Afterward, red marks appeared on Jing Ning's face. The game punished those who broke the rules, so the red marks were transferred to Jing Ning's face. Now Jing Ning had essentially replaced Yan Shuang's identity.
The red mark is like a binding red line, which is the countdown of the player's life and also the countdown of the patient.
After figuring this out, Yan Shuang quickly looked at Jing Ning, "Are you feeling unwell? Or having trouble breathing?"
"No." Jing Ning said, "My traces haven't spread yet."
"The bodies in the morgue..." Jing Ning looked around, his eyes slightly fixed. "I think it's not that the family members don't want to take them away, but that they can't take them away."
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