All Worlds Madhouse

Well, it looks like this room hasn't had a patient in a long time.

However, before coming here, didn't the dean say that there have been so many patients here recently that even the doctors can't handle them? It seems a little out of place to place a ward with a dusty door handle here.

Hannibal thought about it, then leaned against the door and listened carefully. There was no sound inside.

Nonsense, in a room with no one there, of course there will be no sound.

Immediately afterwards, Hannibal came to the door of another ward and touched the door handle with his finger.

dust

This ward hasn't been used for a long time?

Hannibal's heart felt slightly dazed. He quickened his pace and passed through many doors in succession, but what he got was his hands full of dirty dust.

There are so many wards, all of which have not been opened for a long time.

He turned around and looked at the empty corridor in front of him, with dim lights and closed doors on both sides, and he had a very absurd idea.

There must be more than just three people in this whole hospital: myself, Will, and the director.

Just when this idea was about to take shape, a voice suddenly interrupted Hannibal's thoughts.

"Hi, are you the new caregiver today?"

This was the voice of a middle-aged man, a bit rough, but still polite.

Hannibal turned around and saw a man in a white coat behind him.

This man is tall, well-proportioned, with neatly styled hair and a pair of eyes. He has the typical image of a doctor.

And when Hannibal saw this man, he felt a strange feeling, the same as when he first walked into this hospital. But Hannibal still didn't grasp where the strange thread was.

"Hello. I'm the new nurse." Hannibal didn't show any doubts and just responded politely.

"Oh, haha ​​- my name is Dio, I am a doctor in this hospital." The man laughed loudly, then stretched out his hand and made a handshake gesture.

Hannibal hesitated for half a second, and then politely stretched out his hand: "My name is Hannibal." He said.

In this way, Dio became the fourth person he had seen in this hospital.

In this case, Hannibal naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity that came to him, and he quickly started chatting with Dio.

"To be honest, you are the first doctor I saw on my first day here today," Hannibal said.

"Oh, haha——" Dio still smiled habitually: "It's no wonder, our doctors spend most of their time in the office."

"Don't you need ward rounds?"

"Of course it is needed, and it needs to be done twice a day. You also know that our hospital treats terminal patients, so ward rounds are more important than other hospitals." Dio said.

Hannibal frowned.

Frequent ward rounds? Naturally, a hospice has to conduct frequent rounds, but this is at odds with the dust on the doorknobs.

Hannibal hesitated for a moment, but finally pointed to the ward opposite him.

"You work very hard, but why do these wards look like they haven't been used for a long time?" He said and wiped the dust on the door with his hand.

This kind of behavior of exposing the other party's lies on the spot is very impolite and dangerous. It's like when you were having a great time in a nightclub, your wife called for temporary inspection.

"Hey, hubby, are you working overtime?"

"Yes, wife, I'm working overtime." Nonsense, you must say that.

However, after you finished speaking, your wife patted your shoulder and you two looked at each other.

At this time, you have only two options. The first is to admit your mistake immediately, kneel down and beg for leniency. The second is that you throw everything overboard and shout, ‘I just lied to you, what’s wrong! ! ’.

The results of these two methods are definitely not very good, but they can force the other party to give an explanation.

This is what Hannibal wants most at this moment. Therefore, he looked at the other person quietly, waiting for him to give him an answer.

However, what he never expected was.

"Haha, you are new here, no wonder you don't know." Dio responded with a smile: "Actually, there is only one patient No. 1201 on the entire floor where you are now."

Hannibal was stunned for a moment: "What? He is the only patient?"

"Yes, I have been working here for a while. There has always been only one patient on this floor. I just pressed the wrong elevator button, so I came here accidentally. I happened to see you, so I came here Say hello, otherwise, I wouldn’t come to this floor.”

"But. Why only."

Dio immediately shook his head and interrupted Hannibal's question: "I don't know either, and I don't want to care about this. Didn't you already sign the contract when you came? Don't leave any information about Patient No. 1201." Go and ask, and even if you ask, no one will answer you because no one knows the answer.”

Dio's expression suddenly became serious, just like when the dean talked about this matter, but soon he also returned to his previous attitude: "Haha - okay, don't talk about this, it's time to get off work now. It's time, we can go to the cafeteria to have something to eat. You know, the food here is much better than expected." He smiled and turned the topic in another direction.

Next, in order to talk to Dio for a while, Hannibal took the elevator with him to the hospital cafeteria.

As soon as he opened the door, the scene in front of him felt a little strange. The hospital, which had always been extremely deserted, seemed to have suddenly become a lot more normal. A dozen doctors were eating in the staff restaurant.

When Hannibal stepped out of the elevator, the doctors naturally looked over. Presumably, they could easily imagine that he was the new nurse today.

Okay, it looks like this has become a bit like a normal hospital, Hannibal thought, and these doctors all seem to be easy to get along with, because everyone is looking at him and they are very enthusiastic. , a few of them have even taken the initiative to say hello to themselves.

However, what made Hannibal uncomfortable was that these people were a little too enthusiastic.

They were all looking at me for a full 30 seconds. Some of them had even stopped eating, with the spoons in their hands hanging in the air, smiling and following their steps with their eyes.

There was more greed than passion in those eyes.