A few times the sound echoed, before Chen could say anything, the door was opened from the outside, and a figure appeared at the door. Seeing Chen standing at the window, he was stunned.
"Dr. Zhao?"
Turning around, Chen also looked at the nurse who had pushed in. She was in her twenties, with white skin and a nurse uniform. She showed a mature charm between her hands and feet. Seeing Chen looking at himself, the corners of her mouth smiled with a charming smile: "Sorry Dr. Zhao, I thought you were not here."
As if it was an inadvertent glance, Chen's silent eyes swept over the badge worn on the other's full chest and read the two lines of identity information.
Xiaoyu, a heart department nurse.
Although he knew that this woman should be his "colleague", Chen had no memory of Zhao Heping in his mind, so he could only complain about the pitiful story of this play without a script, and at the same time ask tentatively: "Anything?"
"Nothing..." The nurse named Xiaoyu shrugged, "Something happened in the hospital. The dean sympathized with you and specially gave you three days off. I didn't expect you to come to work." Xiaoyu swallowed and said, "...come to work."
Xiaoyu said nothing, but Chen listened with intention. The dean gave himself a vacation? Is it because of the medical trouble? But it can't be that all the doctors in the hospital are on vacation because of the medical trouble. And just now, the nurse used the two words specially, which means that this vacation is only for himself.
This feeling of "special care" did not make Chen feel comfortable.
In the story world, any clues may hide danger, Chen thought, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face, "Nothing to do, come to the office to turn around and see if there is anything that needs help."
Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled softly. "Oh, Doctor Zhao, you are really considerate. But we dare not bother you. Besides, the family members of the deceased are still blocking the door. You'd better stay away from the limelight, so as not to get yourself into trouble, and our hospital will not be easy to deal with."
"Huh? Oh..."
Chen nodded vaguely, which made Xiaoyu's eyes turn, seeming to imply something.
"Doctor Zhao, have you been under too much work pressure recently? Is there anything on your mind?"
"No, nothing." Chen hurriedly calmed himself down and smiled at Xiaoyu.
"It's good that there is nothing. I'm busy now." After saying that, Xiaoyu seemed to be ready to leave. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned around, "By the way, Doctor Zhao, which year did you come to the hospital for work?"
"What are you asking for?"
"Doctor Zhao is young and promising, everyone is a bit curious."
As if feeling a bit abrupt, Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue and left the office, leaving a thoughtful Chen behind.
Although everything seemed peaceful now, that may just be because he had just touched the tip of the iceberg.
And the conversation with Xiaoyu just now also made Chen somewhat worried. It seemed that the hospital incident was related to Zhao Heping in some way.
Just then, whoosh...
A gust of wind from somewhere, lightly blew a stack of papers on the table. One of them spun in the air and fell to Chen's feet unconsciously.
As if to attract his attention.
He reached to pick it up and looked at it. Chen's expression suddenly froze.
"This is..."
It was not a normal medical report, but a surgical accident case.
To be precise, it was a death report of Qi.
Not only that, to Chen's surprise, the signature of Zhao Heping appeared in the column of the main surgeon in the report.
"So it turns out to be like this..."
"No wonder the hospital wanted to give me 'special care', but in the end they were afraid I would cause trouble for the hospital."
Chen's lips curved into a slight smile. Zhao Heping turned out to be the direct participant of the fatal surgery.
Could this be the reason why the ghost was killing people?
But isn't it a bit petty for the ghost to take revenge for someone's work mistake?
Thinking of this, Chen couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.
Well, now he finally has a clue, but the biggest problem remains unsolved.
Where did this troublesome Qi go?
"Let's talk to the dean Qin first. He speaks without truth and sincerity."
Putting the report into his pocket, Chen adjusted his expression in front of the mirror on the wall, then opened the office door.
Seeing "Doctor Zhao" standing at the door, the dean Qin's face obviously showed a hint of surprise. "You were given a few days' leave, why did you come here? The family members outside are still making a fuss, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
He shook his head helplessly as he said this.
"After all, this has something to do with me." Chen observed the other's expression as he thought about his words. "Actually, I just want to gain more information, and see if I can help the hospital to solve the problem as soon as possible."
"Understand the situation?" Hearing this, Dean Qin stopped his work and looked at Chen with a deep meaning. "What do you want to know about the situation?"
"It's about the missing corpse..."
"Dr. Zhao."
Before Chen finished speaking, the Dean Qin interrupted.
"Although the patient's death is related to you, the risk of the operation was originally very high and the informed consent form was also signed before the operation, so no matter you or the hospital, our responsibility in this matter is not great, so you don't have to worry too much."
"As for the corpse..." Dean Qin frowned, as if he was considering something. "Originally, this matter was not intended to involve you, but just now we learned of a new situation. The only person involved in this matter was the night watchman, John. He was introduced to the hospital by you, and you know more about him. Since you are here today, you can go to John to find out the situation last night. How about it?"
Dean Qin was really Dean Qin. His analysis was clear and his purpose was very clear. His words were just right for Chen. Of course, there was no reason to refuse.
"Okay, Dean, let me try."
When Chen left the Dean's office, he had a thoughtful look on his face.
This night watchman John seemed to be a key figure.
Anyway, the next step is naturally to see the other party. Given that the hospital's morgue is usually located in the basement connected to the garage, Chen directly took an elevator and pressed the button for the basement floor.
Possibly by chance, the usually bustling hospital elevator went all the way without meeting anyone. After a while, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open to both sides, letting out a chill from the corridor. Probably due to the underground, the temperature here felt several degrees lower than outside. Despite the few bright incandescent lights, there was still no sense of security.
Just as Chen had stepped out of the elevator, sparks suddenly shot out from the ceiling, followed by all the lights going off and the surrounding falling into pitch-black darkness.
Chen was startled and immediately on high alert, reaching into his pocket to grasp the scalpel taken from the instrument room.
In all kinds of ghost stories, such abnormal situations often foreshadowed death. How could Chen not be nervous now that he was alone underground?
Fortunately, the darkness did not last long. After about ten seconds, the incandescent lights around flickered and lit up again.
Chen let out a sigh of relief and continued walking forward.
On both sides of the corridor in minus one floor, there were many rooms with numbers on them, but Chen did not have the curiosity to explore any further. After walking for a while, he suddenly noticed a sign for the duty room, though the door was closed. But through the window of the corridor, he could see the duty room lit up but no one inside.
Where had John, the guardian of the morgue, gone?
Chen was thinking about this when he suddenly noticed a slit opened in front of the morgue door, with a cold wind blowing out from it.