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The black leather shoes stepped on the plastic floor without making any sound.

A tall and slender doctor, like a white ghost, silently walked to the desk.

Then he reached out, picked up a recording sheet from the table, and prepared to leave.

But just as he turned around, he paused and suddenly stopped.

As if he remembered something, he turned around, put the record sheet back exactly where it was, then walked around the desk and walked inside.

Looking at the pair of legs that were getting closer and closer, I huddled under the table, my heart beat fast, and I grabbed the black umbrella tightly.

The doctor walked to the back of the desk, but with his back to the table and facing the filing cabinet.

A young but tense face was reflected on the glass door of the cabinet.

After a moment of pause, the doctor took out a piece of toilet paper from his pocket and carefully wiped the fingerprints on the glass door.

Yes, I accidentally left it when I opened the lock.

The glass was as clean as heart, and the tense face in the reflection relaxed slightly.

The toilet paper was folded into neat cubes and thrown into the nearby trash can.

The doctor picked up the record sheet on the desk again and left at the same pace.

When the heavy metal door closed again, I let out a long sigh of relief.

The doctor just turned around suddenly because of the fingerprints on the filing cabinet.

The fact that such small changes can be found illustrates two problems.

First, he is a very careful person.

Second, he really has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I climbed out from under the desk. I was only a few feet away from the doctor just now. If it hadn't been blocked by the chair, I might have been discovered by the doctor.

I calmed down and took the small wire again to open the lock of the filing cabinet.

White pill bottles of equal size, no labels.

The red pill, which bottle is it in?

There are at least forty or fifty bottles in this cabinet.

I have to unscrew them one by one and look at them.

Glancing at the door, I held the bottle with one hand to prevent it from moving, and gently unscrewed the cap with the other hand.

White pills.

The cap is screwed back on and I proceed to the next one in the same way.

The bottles in the first and second rows are all filled with white pills.

In the middle of the third row, I finally discovered a different color, but it wasn't red, but light yellow.

I thought about it, took out a few of them, wrapped them in toilet paper and put them in my pocket.

Pills of different colors may have special uses.

Soon, the bottles in the third row were also found.

Only the last row remains.

I was worried that the doctor would suddenly come back again, so I couldn't help but speed up.

Fortunately, I finally found the red pill in the last pill bottle.

I grabbed a few and screwed the cap back on.

There should be no trace of the medicine bottle being moved, I can't tell anyway.

After closing the cabinet door, I wiped off the fingerprints on the glass with a paper towel and quickly ran to the door.

I leaned against the door and listened outside. There should be no movement.

I opened the door, looked around, and then quickly slipped away.

Returning to Ward 13, I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Miao Xiaohui was still sleeping on the hospital bed like a dead body.

I opened the closet and let the dean out.

The dean fell to the ground in discomfort, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Although I got the red pill, I didn't dare to give it to Miao Xiaohui rashly. What if the dean lied to me or made a mistake?

You have to find someone to test the medicine first.

I squatted next to the dean and looked at him with unclear eyes.

The dean seemed to notice something, and became instinctively afraid. He shook his head desperately, and the few sparse hair danced with it.

It looks funny and pitiful.

But when he thought of the immoral things he did to the female patients, the sympathy he felt just now flew away in an instant.

However, he didn't take any sleeping pills, so using him to test the red pill wouldn't work.

The only other patients who were as comatose as Miao Xiaohui were.

But these patients are innocent to me, and I can't use innocent people to test drugs.

Pacing back and forth in the room, I was momentarily in a dilemma.

The dean couldn't figure out what I was thinking, and he couldn't speak. He could only follow me with his eyes in a hurry.

After thinking for a while, I tore off the sealing tape on the dean's mouth.

The dean didn't dare to be happy too early. He inhaled through his red and swollen mouth and looked at his head carefully.

"What medicine did you give to the patients to cause them to become comatose?"

"Patients in the general ward take ordinary sleeping pills, but it's different on the eighth floor. They are special pills provided by Dr. Lu."

"Are you sure that this red pill can wake up the patient?" I took out a red pill and placed it in front of the dean.

"It should be." The dean said cautiously.

"should?"

"Doctor Lu is solely responsible for matters on the eighth floor. It is decided by the directors. Although I am the dean, I really don't know that much."

The dean looked sad, and it didn't look like he was lying.

"One time, I asked Dr. Lu about something. When I came over, he happened to be in a patient's room and said he would take the patient for treatment immediately."

"I saw with my own eyes that he gave the patient a red pill, and within a minute, the patient woke up."

Drops of water slid down the dean's fat face, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

"What I say is absolutely true. If you don't believe it, give me a good one now!" As he said this, he closed his eyes and stretched his neck.

I took out the syringe and tentatively touched his neck with the needle tip.

His body trembled, and his whole face slumped downwards, but he didn't open his eyes. He held his breath and gritted his teeth tightly.

I'm not afraid of death anymore, at least what he said is true.

I put away the syringe and walked to Miao Xiaohui's bed.

I'm not 100% sure, and there is still a trace of hesitation in my heart.

If I make a mistake, I will lose my life. I feel that the red pill in my hand is extremely heavy.

Holding the pill between my fingers, I sighed.

"Miao Xiaohui, do you think I should give you this pill?"

Of course, I didn't expect Miao Xiaohui's answer.

But Miao Xiaohui seemed to be reacting to my words. His eyes were under his eyelids and they started to move rapidly.

I was stunned.

He leaned over the bed, stared at him closely, and asked, "Miao Xiaohui, can you hear me? If you can, just turn your eyes three times."

His eyes circled around his eye sockets three times.

I opened my mouth in shock.

Although he was asleep, his consciousness was awake!

No, that's not right.

It was more like his body was paralyzed and his consciousness was awake. He could sense everything happening in the outside world, but his body was unable to respond.

It must be the effect of those medicines!

I calmed down my emotions and looked at Miao Xiaohui seriously.

"Xiaohui, are you willing to take this medicine? If you are willing to try it, just turn your eyes once."

"But I must remind you, if you make a mistake, you may die!"