Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui also observed the terrain and facilities of the entire inpatient department.

There are two buildings. Although they have elevators, they actually only have four floors. And although the area is large, because they are all suites, have rich living facilities and occupy a large area, there are actually not many patients.

Those who are seriously ill live on the top floor.

Probably because it is relatively quiet, which is more conducive to the recovery of the disease.

There used to be Mikami vegetative patients, but now there are only two left.

"402 was injured on the job. He was also a leader of the disciplinary department. He was in his fifties when he was admitted to the hospital. He is now almost ten years old. The most advanced equipment was used, and the original unit paid all the expenses. But There is no sign of improvement." Fu Minghui asked again when he met the uncles and aunts he met in the morning in the entertainment room.

"Next door 403, he has been living and dying for even longer, 20 years. I heard it was caused by a disease that is rare in the world. It's really a crime. He was only 15 years old when he got this disease. He is already over 30 years old. He is still lying down. It is said that although his family was not a wealthy family before, they had three old ancestral houses, all located in the city center, which were extremely expensive. The poor parents of this child didn't care about him and wished he was dead, just his grandparents. I didn’t give up and sold all three houses to survive for so long. Now, even though the old man is in his eighties, he still has to rent a house in the suburbs. After all, the rent is cheap.”

"I heard that 407 is a rich person, especially the rich kind, but he is a typical type who will not die unless he wants to die. He modified his car privately and raced on the street with other dudes. As a result, he got into a car accident and broke his head. This He became a living dead. Fortunately, the car accident happened in the middle of the night. Otherwise, wouldn't it be unlucky for him to pay for it?

"But 407 was discharged from the hospital a few days ago. I heard that he was going to be sent abroad for treatment. I saw him looking like he was broken into pieces and then sewn back together. There is no transcendent medical treatment abroad, and it can't be cured. But he did it on his own, and he doesn’t care if his family has money, so he doesn’t deserve sympathy.”

"After being gone for more than a month, I met him when he was discharged from the hospital." An old man said, "At that time, I saw that he was holding the sheets with his fingers, and it seemed that he was not completely powerless. I thought that maybe he had better medical conditions. Wherever you can, it can be cured.”

"It's true that good people don't live long, and disasters stay for thousands of years. You can't die like this."

"Having money can indeed extend your life."

"Don't say that. Bad people have to be given a chance to correct themselves. Maybe when he was lying there, even though he couldn't express his feelings, he might be regretting it in his heart and swear that he would never seek death again when he woke up?"

"Oh, I wish I could change it."

Fu Minghui discovered that ordinary hospitals were fine. After all, most patients would stay there for more than ten days, and those who underwent major surgery would leave the hospital in just a few months. This kind of stay in a nursing home is the norm for several months, so it is particularly easy to form a small social ecology.

The situation of each patient, no matter how private it was before, seems to be no longer a secret after a while, and will soon be found out in detail, just like neighbors who have lived together for many years.

Probably because communication with the outside world is infrequent, internal information dissemination is more developed.

She had only been here for one day, and she already had the basic information she needed to master.

After dinner, she stayed in the public entertainment area for a while, then returned to her room obediently and stopped wandering around.

Although she didn’t bring her laptop, wouldn’t a smartphone be nice? Whatever you want to play, whatever you want to see is available.

Before going to bed, several people even held a video conference to exchange information.

Except for Luo Zhao, he was pretending to be a fool after all. He really couldn't even use his mobile phone. He just sat on the wall in the ward, motionless.

Lu Dachui presided over the meeting, but for the sake of confidentiality, everyone spoke vaguely, as long as each other could understand each other, it was like playing an online script.

Because he changed places and had to sleep alone at night, Fu Minghui suffered from insomnia.

She didn't even turn off the desk lamp and turned on the bathroom light. She still couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned until midnight, then entered a dazed, half-asleep state.

Ding.

Suddenly, in the midst of this dizzy and soft feeling, an extremely clear voice came.

It's like a beep when someone is heating something in a microwave and the time is up.

Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely penetrating in the silence, causing Fu Minghui to wake up suddenly.

She lay on the bed and didn't move, maybe because her body was slow to react, but her senses were extra sensitive.

But after that sound, there was no other sound, except for the sound of her own heartbeat.

until……

Swish...swish...swish...

There was a sound outside the door, but it wasn't quite real.

It's a bit like the sound of sweeping and wiping, and a bit like footsteps dragging on the ground.

Fu Minghui subconsciously turned off the bedside lamp. Although the bathroom light was still on, the room was still relatively dark.

Through the contrast of light and dark inside and outside the room, she saw light coming through the gap under the door of the room.

After all, the hospital corridor lights are always on.

Then she saw that as the swishing sound got closer and closer, a vague black shadow passed in front of her door, and then disappeared as the sound got farther away.

Then come back in the opposite direction and disappear again.

This went back and forth several times.

Fu Minghui remembered that in the ghost stories told to her by the middle-aged and elderly "patients" before, there was indeed a plot where someone often cleaned the corridor in the middle of the night...

At this time, she extremely regretted not leaving the phone number or WeChat message of the funny and bold grandma. Wasn't that old man always eager to see ghosts but couldn't get it?

She is timid and doesn’t want to see him.

If you can get in touch, ask her to come immediately! It not only satisfied the old man's curiosity, but also saved her.

Isn't it so unlucky?

I have been in the hospital for a long time and have only heard these "legends". How come I hit the jackpot as soon as I come here? !

Now she was so frightened that her hair stood on end, her heart felt cold, but her body was faintly sweating, and she didn't dare to move.

He even held his breath to avoid disturbing "that person".

But the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come.

As he wandered past this time, the voice suddenly stopped.

Stop right in front of her door!

The blurry black shadow stood there for a few seconds, then gradually got closer, closer...

Close enough to be close to the door, close enough to be clear, and clear enough to see what it looks like as two feet.

Then, the feet slowly stood up on tiptoe.

A pair of eyes seemed to slowly rise from below, and came to the narrow glass above the door of the room, looking in gurglingly.

Not human eyes!

Human eyes are not that big.

These eyes had no eyelids, just a pair of eyeballs hanging there, turning and searching the room.

Finally, it fell on Fu Minghui.

I don’t know if any of you have any experience of being hospitalized or staying with someone in hospital.

I remember many years ago when my grandma was hospitalized, there was a man who was also accompanying the patients. Every time he passed by the ward, he would stretch his neck and peek in through the small glass window.

The key is that it is a female ward. Seriously ill patients sometimes need to wash up in the room. He does not shy away from this at all and is extremely annoying.

I got angry and went out to confront him. He still looked helpless, as if he said: I'll just watch! I'll just watch!

There are really a lot of disgusting people like this.

It has nothing to do with the article, but I like to chat with everyone like this and talk about casual things. Isn’t it annoying?