Chapter 311 Treatment in the Special Treatment Room
"Why did you send us to the hospital? Why..."
A group of scary-looking patients gathered around.
Doctor Zhao's eyes widened.
"Don't...don't come over here...don't...ah..."
Heart-wrenching screams were heard from the underground garage.
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On the other side, on the second floor of the hospital, there was deathly silence at this moment.
The light in the corridor was very dim. The white tiles on the floor had turned yellow, as if due to years of use, and there were some dirt on them that could not be wiped off.
There were traces of a heavy object being dragged across the ground.
The walls on both sides were peeling off, and the doors of some departments were in tatters, as if no one had used them for a long time.
Compared to the whiteness and cleanliness of the first floor, this place looks more shabby and real.
If you rashly enter the second floor from the first floor, you will feel absurd, as if you have walked from a modern hospital directly into an old and dilapidated hospital that was left over from the 1980s.
It even makes people doubt.
Is this a long-abandoned hospital? Is everything on the first floor fake?
In this kind of worry, the patient will become more depressed.
This is also one of the hospital's treatment methods. Everything on the second floor is deliberately creating a psychological suggestion. From the moment the patient goes upstairs, the so-called special treatment has begun!
At the end of these abandoned departments, there is a black iron door with the words "Special Treatment Room" written on it.
In the treatment room.
A patient and a doctor sit opposite each other.
The light was very dim. There was only one hanging lamp above their heads, and the not-too-bright light covered a circular area.
There are eight stools in between.
At this moment, the doctor, with a square face, wearing rimless glasses and playing with a silver pocket watch, sat there in a relaxed manner, smiling at the patient: "Then our treatment officially begins, No. 7?"
"Doctor Luo, when I came here just now, I seemed to see..." Number 7 hesitated for a moment, but still said, "There's something in a department!"
Doctor Luo raised his eyebrows and said, "There's something. What do you mean?"
"It's...dirty stuff!" Number 7's face turned pale. "The window of a department was broken, and I saw a woman inside. She was smiling at me!"
"This is normal, No. 7. Maybe your condition has worsened again." Doctor Luo paused for a moment before speaking meaningfully.
"But the doctor..." No. 7 hesitated to speak.
His doubts actually went far beyond this.
The doctor brought him up very early that evening, but kept saying that there were people in the treatment room and asked him to wander around the second floor first.
During this period, No. 7 saw a lot of things that were terrifying when you thought about them carefully.
He found a faint bloody fingerprint on the door of a department, heard cries for help from outside a room labeled "Utility Room," and even when he went to the bathroom to wash his face, he felt like someone was standing behind him...
Discoveries like these made No. 7 feel more and more that the second floor might not be clean, and he also began to suspect that there might be problems on the first floor as well.
Could there be a problem with my roommate who I sleep with every day?
In short, the few hours before the formal treatment had already caused him extreme inner torment, his mind became increasingly confused, and his own illness seemed to be getting more serious.
"Don't think too much. Your illness has become more and more serious recently. Only with proper treatment can it be relieved." Doctor Luo spoke, interrupting No. 7's thoughts.
"Come, look at this watch. Stare closely at the second hand and calculate carefully how much time has passed."
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