Chapter 1172: Curse game

The fifth floor of the hospital is a critically ill area, with protective fences outside the windows, and the ward doors have been specially reinforced.
"It's 12:30 in the morning, and our treatment will start at 12:44 in the morning." Doctor Gao opened the medicine bottle on the table: "Before the treatment begins, please take one pill for each patient."
There are only four pills in Dr. Gao's medicine bottle. Except that the two doctors don't need to take medicine, it happens to be one pill short of Chen Ge.
Putting the empty medicine bottle on the ground, Doctor Gao took out a new bottle of medicine from his pocket.
From the appearance point of view, there is no difference between the two bottles of medicine.
When Dr. Gao unpacked the package, Dr. Sun sitting next to Chen Ge took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket: "I have some left here."
He poured out a pill from his medicine bottle. The surface of the pill was pure white, but dense black threads could be seen in the pill.
After seeing this scene, Doctor Gao stretched out his hand to block: "Chen Ge's condition has improved. He only needs to take half a slice."
"Half a piece?" Dr. Sun glanced at Doctor Gao suspiciously. He should know the treatment steps in advance.
"Yes, it only takes half a tablet." Doctor Gao seemed to be worried.
"This is not the same as the dean's request." Dr. Sun shook his head blankly: "Although you are his chief doctor, the dean has the final say on some things."
He got up and stuffed the pill into Chen Ge's mouth. Chen Ge could feel the pill rubbing against his lips, but what made him feel strange was that Dr. Sun didn't feed him the pill, just hand Blocking his mouth, the medicine was still caught between Dr. Sun's fingers.
Doctor Sun retracted his palm and Chen Ge subconsciously made a swallowing motion.
Drugs with thin black lines can make people crazy and lose their minds. Chen Ge knows this well. Now Dr. Sun doesn't want to feed him medicine, and has secretly deceived Doctor Gao and other patients.
This made Chen Ge quite concerned, and Dr. Sun, who was sitting next to him, seemed to have no intention of hurting him.
"From the moment I entered the hospital, someone would knock on the door every night. The knock on the door corresponded to the number of days I spent in the hospital. The other party seemed to be worried that I would be lost and came to remind me every night."
"I knocked five times yesterday. Today, the knocker should knock six times. It happened that when Dr. Sun entered the room, he knocked on the door six times."
"He is telling me in this way that he is the knocker?"
There was thunder and lightning outside the window, but the ward was quiet and scary. Seven people sat in a circle. Except for Chen Ge and the two doctors, the other patients lowered their heads as if they were asleep.
"They should be taking normal white medicine. The bottle of medicine that Doctor Gao put on the table now is a replacement medicine with a thin black thread." The treatment has not started yet, and Chen Ge has noticed something wrong.
According to what Doctor Gao said before, if a patient becomes ill, other people must work together to feed him the medicine on the table.
But it is obvious that the bottle of medicine on the table is not a normal white pill, but a medicine mixed with black silk threads. The more the medicine is taken, the more the patient will lose control.
If this treatment continues, the end result is likely to be that the crazy drug-taking patient will kill everyone in this room.
Chen Ge's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly remembered a detail. When Doctor Gao entered the ward, he hung the key next to the door of the ward. It was like encouraging the patient to get it.
"Swallowing a lot of medicines with thin black lines, patients who are completely out of control will leave with the key by the door after killing everyone in the ward..."
The more Chen Ge thinks about it, the more terrible he feels. If Dr. Sun didn't stop him, the first thing Dr. Gao gave himself was medicine with a black thread, but he would definitely be the first person to lose control.
The first one gets out of control, and then is controlled by the patient after getting out of control, fed more medicine with black silk thread, and then becomes more crazy.
The end result is that Chen Ge will kill all the patients in the house, and then start to hunt the patients frantically with the key.
If Chen Ge really did this, his humanity would be completely wiped out, all his persistence would become an inextricable sin from him, and he would no longer be the same himself.
"All the patients have taken medication. Please remember the number on your chair. The number is your name." Dr. Gao took off his watch and placed it next to the medicine bottle: "Twelve four in the morning. Start treatment in 14 minutes and 44 seconds."
All the patients and the hospital looked at the metal dial, the room was very quiet, and gradually there was only the sound of the hands moving.
"Tick, tick..."
At the moment when the pointer crossed a certain number, Chen Ge felt an indescribable sleepiness flooding his mind.
The eyelids became heavy and he closed his eyes involuntarily, but he soon realized that he must not fall asleep now and must stay awake.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened his eyes again, and the whole process took less than a second.
But in this second, great changes seemed to have taken place in the ward.
He himself couldn't tell what was different, he just felt vaguely uncomfortable, as if the ward they were in now was not the same ward as the previous one.
"It's 12:44:44 in the morning, and the treatment has officially started." Doctor Gao's voice seemed to be different than before, stiff and cold, as if a corpse with no emotions.
"You are all suffering from serious delusions. I called you over today to treat you together."
"Don't be nervous, I will play a small game with you next. You only need to make choices according to what you really want."
There was no emotion in Dr. Gao’s voice. He first looked at Dr. Fang, who was sitting on the 1st:
On April 1, you were on a night shift at Xinhai Central Hospital. You have been restless these days, and you always feel that someone is there. Looking at you. At twelve forty-five in the evening, you got up for the seventeenth time and went to the window and looked outside."
Doctor Gao paused suddenly. After a long interval, he pointed to the window of the hospital room: "Go and see what's outside the window?"
After taking the medicine, Doctor Fang, whose eyes were a little abnormal, got up from the number one position, and he supported the wall to the window.
As soon as he opened the window, a flash of lightning flashed across his cheek, illuminating the interior of the ward and the downstairs of the hospital.
"Ah!" Doctor Fang exclaimed. He firmly grasped the edge of the window sill with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would jump off accidentally.
"You got up and came to the window for the seventeenth time, and what did you see?" Doctor Gao's tone did not change. At this time, he was like a corpse among living people.
"There is a lunatic downstairs who has been laughing, he is waving to me! He wants to make me jump down!" Doctor Fang didn't have a loud voice, and he felt as though he couldn't breathe when he spoke.
"Now there are two choices before you, jump down and find him? Or let him come up and find you?" Chen Ge said that the two choices that Doctor Gao said are simply not available. This is the fifth floor. If you go down, you will die. If you want to survive, you can only choose to let the other party come up.
There was no need to hesitate at all, but Doctor Fang began to think seriously, and a drop of sweat slid down his cheek.
His body trembles constantly, until in the end he didn't make a choice, but slumped on the ground.
Doctor Gao did not speak, until Doctor Fang climbed up again and hid behind the curtains to look outside, he asked again: "Is that person still downstairs?"
"It's gone, he's gone." Doctor Fang looked terrified, and he sat back on the No. 1 chair.
No one knew where the monster downstairs was. Doctor Gao didn't ask Doctor Fang any more questions, but Doctor Fang stared at the door of the ward, as if the lunatic would knock on the door after a while.
Moving his gaze, Doctor Gao looked at Patient No. 2 again: "At 12:46 in the evening, you came to Xinhai Central Hospital to investigate an old case. You have been looking for clues these days. In the end, all the information is Pointed to this hospital. You are sure that the murderer is hiding in the hospital. When you stand downstairs and look up high, you see a doctor panicking and closing the curtains."
Doctor Gao's eyes wandered between Doctor Fang and Patient No. 2: "Look carefully to see if the doctor's face looks the same as his."
The patient sitting in the second chair raised his head, his face was pale and he looked much older than his actual age.
Patient No. 2 stared at Doctor Fang. After watching for a long time, he shook his head.
The patient room was calm again, and the sound of the hands of the mechanical watch rang in my ears. I don’t know how long it took. Dr. Gao once again said to Patient No. 2,
It was found outside the hospital building at 12:47 in the evening. In a letter for help, a boy’s sister was stabbed by a patient, and the patient was hiding in a certain ward. The description in the letter is somewhat similar to the case you have been pursuing. You took the letter and entered the hospital."
Patient No. 2's condition is not too stable, he shook his head mechanically, as if he didn't want to believe anything.
"Do you put your hand in your sleeve and see if the letter is still there?" Doctor Gao's voice sounded in the interlaced hands. The second middle-aged male patient subconsciously put his hand into his sleeve, and he felt a wrinkle. Blank paper.
Looking at the content on the white paper, Patient No. 2 grabbed his hair fiercely, his eyes gradually turned red, as if he might lose control at any time.
"What's on the letter?" Doctor Gao doesn't care about the state of Patient No. 2, he said that his tone of voice has not changed.
Patient No. 2 with red eyes put the letter paper on the table, and the whole paper was crookedly filled with the words "help me".
Those characters should have been written by a child. When he saw those characters, Chen Ge had that familiar feeling again in his heart, as if the characters were written by him when he was a child.
"Now you have two choices, enter the hospital to save him, or enter the hospital to kill him."
After Dr. Gao said these words, he stopped paying attention to Patient No. 2.
He was sitting in chair three by himself, and now he looked at the patient in chair four.
Sitting on the No. 4 chair is a female patient. She looks very thin, and the hospital gown looks very loose on her.
"At twelve forty-nine in the evening, you were attacked by a patient in your brother's ward, and he strangled your neck." Doctor Gao took the butterfly folded into a tissue from patient No. 4 and pinched it. Up the wings of a paper butterfly.
His hands slowly applied force, and the paper butterfly's body was slowly torn apart.
Looking at the butterfly being torn apart in Doctor Gao's hand, patient No. 4 seemed to be suffocating. It seemed that Doctor Gao was not tearing the butterfly at this time, but her neck.
There was no blood on her face, and the voice of a dying person was struggling from the throat of Patient No. 4. She waved her hand at Doctor Gao desperately, but did not dare to the paper butterfly from Doctor Gao.
"You are in pain, and you long for someone to come to rescue you, but you dare not call for help, because the murderer said that as long as you speak, you will kill you and your brother." Doctor Gao placed the paper butterfly that was about to be torn apart. On the table: "Now you have two choices. Take the initiative to hit the killer's knife and let your brother escape for help; or push your brother to the tip of the knife and run out of the ward by yourself."
Patient No. 4 became short of breath, and she seemed to be really caught in this problem. At this time, she was extremely painful and uncomfortable.
With his fingers stroking the wings of the paper butterfly, Dr. Gao looked at patient No. 5 again: "At 12:50 in the evening, you are standing outside the door of a ward. In the ward, your favorite person and her Little brother."
Patient No. 5 is about the same age as Chen Ge. He doesn't like to talk, his hands are full of calluses, and he seems to be good at making props.
"You struggled for a long time, and finally made up your mind to enter the ward to see her, but when you opened the door of the ward, you saw a madman holding a sharp knife trying to kill the brother of your favorite person, and your favorite That man is begging for the lunatic."
"There are two options before you, pull away your favorite person and take her away; or rush to fight the madman and die for her brother."
Doctor Gao was observing the changes in the facial expression of Patient No. 5. When he was about to look away, Patient No. 5 suddenly said: "I chose to rush to fight the lunatic."
Among several patients, patient No. 5 is the only one who really made a choice.
"Are you sure? You might really die."
"I'm sure, I seem to have done this once before." After patient No. 5 finished speaking, he was silent again, his hands were firmly held together, and the small wounds on his palms were bleeding.
Doctor Gao finally looked at Chen Ge: "At 12:52, you pierced No.5's heart with a sharp knife. After killing No.5, you killed No.4 and her brother."
With hard fingers, Doctor Gao tore the paper butterfly on the table in half: "Then you squeezed the knife and rushed out of the ward, and saw No. 2 in the corridor. After killing No. 2, you were on duty at the night shift doctor. I saw number one in the room."
The tick tick sound of the mechanical watch lingered in his ears, and Chen Ge's vision slowly became blurred. He pressed the table firmly with both hands, but his body stood up uncontrollably.
The mechanical watch on the table is still moving, and the time on the dial is 0.51 minute and 44 seconds.