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Not far away, the door of the operating room suddenly opened.

"Be careful!" Several nurses pushed the patients on the hospital bed out and walked through the crowded corridors, "Excuse me!"

The tired doctor also walked out of the operating room at this time, his white robe was stained with blood.

People immediately cast admiring glances at him.

Looking at the bloodstains on his body, he knew that this must be an extremely successful doctor—he was actually capable of performing such a complicated operation with such a large amount of blood loss.

At this moment, the doctor suddenly stretched out his hand to support the wall, frowned and shook his head.

"What's the matter with you, Doctor Jones?" Olanpu supported him quickly.

Dr. Jones rubbed his eyes, which were bloodshot, "It's nothing... Maybe my eyes are too tired and I'm hallucinating. Olanpu, I see, uh, a green lung lobe on your body."

"Green lungs?" Olanpu repeated incredulously. "I think you really need a good rest."

A young nurse said "Hey": "What's wrong with everyone recently? This one sees green lungs, that one sees green intestines..."

Joey frowned, "Wait, Dr. Jones, what kind of operation did you just have?"

"Open pneumothorax debridement surgery." The nurse on the side replied.

"Okay... Doctor Jones, go and rest first." Joy said thoughtfully.

After Dr. Jones left, Joey immediately asked, "Have many doctors seen human organs recently?"

"Not many, but four or five doctors have encountered it in the past month or so."

Joey frowned.

Hallucinations are not uncommon in a state of prolonged stress and exhaustion.

But so many people have hallucinations, I am afraid there is a problem.

For doctors who are going to operate, this illusion will affect their ability to rely on vision to make judgments.If such hallucinations occur during the operation, it may cause very serious consequences.

Find out the reason quickly.

Is it exhaustion from the operation, or something else... She even worries about food poisoning.

It shouldn't be an infectious disease, right?

She hadn't seen the disease more than a century later.

But science told her that until she found the answer, no possibility should be let go.

"Can I talk to the doctor who's hallucinating?" she asked.

Olanpu, who was able to get along with everyone, quickly found several doctors who had experienced similar hallucinations.Vincent heard about the incident and volunteered to help.

"I'd like to hear their descriptions! These hallucinations may be excellent materials for painting." He rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Don't let the doctor hear that." Olanpu gave him a gouged look. "Draw those beautiful wheat fields and flowers of yours. No one wants to see you draw green large intestines now!"

"Wow, you finally admitted that my painting is beautiful! It's so hard to hear your truth, Miss Bartello!" Vincent laughed.

"Tsk, I'm talking about the beautiful scenery in the painting, not yours." Olanpu rolled his eyes, opened the door and went in.

Vincent curled his lips and walked in.

Joey started questioning and recording.

"Do you still remember, which day and when did you have hallucinations?"

"Just three days ago, around four o'clock in the afternoon, I just came out of the abdominal debridement operation."

"Did you have any other discomfort around that time?"

"Nothing else, just like the general operation, I am very tired."

"What did you eat that day and the day before?"

"It's all the same porridge. Anyway, I didn't notice any difference... Maybe the difference is the ratio of different beans and grains? There is spinach in it. Oh, the previous day's is saltier."

"Did you come into contact with other doctors who were hallucinating at that time?"

"We are all colleagues, we must be in touch every day."

"What does the image in the hallucination look like?"

"It looks like the small intestine. It's a disgusting green color, uh." The doctor touched his chest with lingering fear.

Olanpu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Vincent: You can draw if you have the ability.

Vincent pretended not to see her expression.

Before leaving, the burly doctor smiled and said, "Miss Gaudi, don't worry, I don't think this is an infectious disease. I'm probably the strongest person in the hospital, and I have a strong immune system."

The second doctor rubbed his chin and said, "The hallucinations only appeared for a while and then disappeared. As long as I don't perform high-intensity operations continuously, there will be no problem."

"They are all the doctors who have performed the most surgeries," Olanpu poked his forehead with the cap of his pen. "It's as if after doing too many surgeries, they suddenly have special abilities. They can see through other people's skin and directly see their internal organs."

"It's not a supernatural power." Vincent said suddenly.

"Hey, how did you know?" Olanpu snorted disdainfully.

"I just know." Vincent raised his eyebrows, "Don't believe me? Make a bet?"

"Just bet. When I made the bet for the first time, you probably hadn't even been born yet."

Joey looked at the two critters beside him with shame, and got up to ask the third doctor.

"Joy, I'll ask this time!" Vincent said confidently.

"Oh, I'm waiting to see your performance." Olanpu put his arms around his chest and leaned back in the chair.

Joey shrugged helplessly.

"What did you see?"

"Uh, I don't seem to be able to identify what it is, it's just a big green..."

Olanpu spread his hands exaggeratedly to Joey.

Joey smiled awkwardly but politely.

"How long did the hallucination last?"

"Not long, maybe a few minutes after the operation."

"Can you see it all the time?"

"what do you mean?"

"Whether you can see it everywhere you look, or only in certain places—"

"Oh, only on the wall."

"What color is the wall?"

"White."

The fourth doctor.

"When I was about to finish the operation, what I saw was the appearance of muscle tissue, but it was blue-green."

"Yes, it's very realistic... I immediately realized that something was wrong, and asked the assistant to do the last few steps. Otherwise, I was afraid that I would make a mistake in the operation."

"Saw it on my assistant's clothes."

"Oh, he must be wearing white, we all wear white robes when we work."

After such a series of questions, Joey's eyes widened and he couldn't help sitting up straight.

Even Olanpu realized something and frowned deeply.

"Okay." Vincent threw the pen away, "The case has been solved."

He said triumphantly, "Look, I'm sure I'm right. This kind of thing should find a great painter like me. Vision, color, these things, I know a lot more than you."

He spread his hands: "If you stare intently at a piece of red color for a long time, and then suddenly look at another piece of white paper, you will see a faint green now appearing in the area of ​​red color just now."

"So don't worry, this is a normal reaction of the naked eye, nothing to be surprised about."

He raised his chin and looked at Olanpu proudly: "Haha, I won!"

"Oh." Olanpu also lifted his chin and said lazily, "So what do you want, little Vincent?"

Ask for a kiss.Joey thought.

Come on, Vincent, you guys are arguing, it's really a torment for a single dog.

"Uh." Vincent was stopped by the question.

He scratched his head, "Why don't you be my model? Joey, where are you going?"

"I went to Dean Wall and told him he needed to change the surgical gown to green."

It is important to find the reason, and it is more important to solve the problem.

Of course, it is also to create a little space for the two of you.

At this moment, a sharp horn sounded suddenly.

"Bombardment!" Everyone was shocked at the same time.

People have basically memorized the most commonly used bugles - enemy attack, disarm, call for reinforcements, and so on.

The actual bugle pedigree is more complicated, and there will be expressions such as "know" "don't know" and numbers.

For those in the core residential area, shelling is by far the most dangerous signal.

If you are outside, you need to quickly hide in the trench.

If indoors—

"Squat down!"

A deafening explosion came immediately.

Ominous vibrations came from the ground, every frame of the building creaked under the load, and the wall skin peeled off rustlingly.From nowhere came the sound of window panes breaking, the crisp and hoarse sound tearing at the eardrums, like sand rubbing against the ears.

There was another shock, and the small potted plant on the window sill fell to the ground with a "smack", splashing broken pottery all over the floor.

It was as if everything was screaming hysterically, except people.

A few months ago, people could not help but run away screaming during shelling.

And now, even children of a few years old know, don't scream, don't run when the shells are being bombarded-the instinctive scream is to call for help, but no one can save you under the shells.Running away will only make you more vulnerable to falling walls or debris.

Never before had any shelling been of such intensity, nor had it hit this position.

Joey recalled Ada's analysis before, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart.

Crouch down, hold your head, and wait for the shelling to pass.

After what seemed like a century, the gunfire finally stopped.

People waited for a while to confirm that there would be no more shells falling in a short time, and then they stood up from the corners of the shelter.

Vincent patted the wall dust on the red hair, and said calmly: "If some people are afraid, they can just speak up. It's not a lady's behavior to grab someone's arm."

The corner of Olanpu's mouth curled up, and he picked up Vincent's chin: "Little friend, how old are you? Didn't I realize that Olanpu Bartello is not a lady today?"

Vincent looked into those opal green eyes and was momentarily stunned.

Olanpu gave a "tsk" in disgust, and pushed his dull face aside: "Joy? What's the matter?"

Joey jumped to the window and was looking out.

"Look there..."

The end of the story disappeared in the continuous sound of gunfire.

The cannon came from the highest place in the city.

From anywhere in the city, as long as you look up, you can see the castle on the top of Montjuic Castle.

But now people don't see it.

Bursts of muffled gunfire sounded like thunder, and the castle was submerged in brown smoke all over the sky.

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I'm working overtime tonight, so I coded it up in advance~

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