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There was no hesitation.

As soon as I finished speaking, Miao Xiaohui rolled his eyes.

"Okay, wish us good luck!"

I picked up the red pill and put it into Miao Xiaohui's mouth.

The pill seems to melt on its own when it comes into contact with saliva, so there is no need to drink it with water.

I looked at the time and waited uneasily beside the hospital bed.

Thirty seconds.

Fifty seconds.

Sixty seconds.

Miao Xiaohui still showed no sign of waking up.

I was anxious, so I strode up to the dean and lifted up his collar.

"you"

About to question.

Outside the ward, there was suddenly a slight sound.

It's a bit like the sound of a wheelchair rolling.

I was shocked.

He quickly sealed the dean's mouth with tape, then went to the door, looked out through the viewing window.

On the other side of the corridor, in the direction of the office, there was a man in a white coat, pushing a wheelchair and walking slowly towards this side.

It's really that doctor who's here!

I quickly and gently closed the viewing window, leaving only a tiny gap.

The doctor pushed the wheelchair closer and closer, and finally stopped between wards 13 and 14.

He looked to his left and right.

I quickly moved my eyes away from the gap.

The dagger was still stuck in the crack of the door, hoping he wouldn't notice any clues.

Holding the black umbrella tightly in my hand, I waited for a moment.

Fortunately, the sound of the password key being pressed came from the ward opposite.

I put my eyes to the crack of the window again.

In his narrow vision, he could only see the back of the doctor pushing the wheelchair into Ward 14.

Soon, he pushed the sleeping Mrs. Han out and walked towards the office.

When he walked further away, I gently opened the viewing window and looked over there.

My sight was limited, and I could only vaguely see him pushing Mrs. Han to the room on the right.

That seems to be a laboratory?

An ominous premonition emerged in her mind, Mrs. Han was probably going to be unlucky.

Sighing, I turned around and saw Miao Xiaohui on the hospital bed opening his eyes and looking at me blankly.

"Xiaohui, you finally woke up! Great!" I was pleasantly surprised.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?" Miao Xiaohui lay weakly on the bed and said with a dry and hoarse voice.

"I have a reason to come, but I have no choice." I smiled helplessly.

Miao Xiaohui shook his head, with fearful eyes and bloodless lips, struggling to utter a word.

"Walk."

"I can't leave until things are done." I patted his shoulder, "How are you? What did they do to you?"

"Take medicine and give injections and experiments," Miao Xiaohui said intermittently.

His eyes were still a little dull, but being able to talk to me like this made him look much better than before when he was demented.

Does this mean that he has returned to normal?

Or is it that he was normal before he entered the hospital?

I didn't ask the question.

"Experiment?" I thought about these two words.

Is the intensive care unit just a cover, using treatment as an excuse to conduct experiments on patients?

Anger welled up in my heart and I clenched my fists.

How cruel it is to conduct experiments on living people. Even if the other party is a mental patient, he has no right to do so.

"Xiaohui, what experiment is he doing? Tell me everything you see." I gritted my teeth and looked at Miao Xiaohui and asked.

Miao Xiaohui shook his head feebly and raised his hands tremblingly, with only fear in his eyes.

"Let's go, take me away."

"Xiaohui, it's not that I don't want to send you away, but it's difficult." I frowned.

I can send him out of the eighth floor first and then find him after the task is completed, but the question is, where is he hiding?

He is so weak that it is difficult to move. It is not safe to hide anywhere.

"Xiaohui, I'm sorry, I can't leave for the time being. If you know anything, you must tell me."

Miao Xiaohui's eyes flashed with sadness and despair, and he said tremblingly: "They will do it tonight."

"What are you doing?" I was shocked.

"All, all, die."

I opened my eyes wide and said in disbelief: "They are going to kill all the patients tonight?"

"Ten, eighteen." Miao Xiaohui raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to the door.

"All the patients in the eighteen wards will be killed?" I guessed what he meant.

Miao Xiaohui's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something more, but he didn't have any strength left, and two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"It's okay, Xiaohui, don't worry, rest first. I will do my best to save you."

I patted his shoulder and comforted him.

Miao Xiaohui just looked at me blankly, with a trace of indescribable sympathy in his eyes.

Perhaps, he thought I was bound to die too.

I calmed down and organized my thoughts.

Dr. Lu has been experimenting on patients, but tonight he suddenly wants to kill them all. The only reason is that these patients have lost their use value.

Could it be that his experiment was successful?

I was shocked.

It's definitely not a good thing if it's researched in this cruel way.

If given the chance, I would destroy it.

But having said that, how should we complete the live broadcast task?

The thought of finding a lunatic in a mental hospital is overwhelming.

I rubbed my sore temples.

Could it be that the madman is on the eighth floor?

From the encounters between Mrs. Han and Miao Xiaohui, we can see that not all patients on the eighth floor are mentally ill.

In other words, some of these patients are real and some are fake.

What I need to find is the real one, or several.

Real mental patients with bipolar disorder are extremely dangerous. However, I am not an ordinary person. Besides, I have Li Xiaohei to help me, so dealing with them is not a big problem.

I asked Miao Xiaohui to rest in the ward, stuffed the dean into the closet, then looked in the corridor to make sure there was no danger, and then slipped out.

The password to open the door of each ward is the same, which is easy to handle.

I took a deep breath and chose Ward 11, which was nearby.

enter password.

The metal door popped open smoothly.

I opened the door, glanced inside, slipped in and stuck the blade in the crack of the door.

In a ward with the same layout, a patient was lying quietly on the bed, breathing weakly.

I held the black umbrella and walked over carefully.

When I saw the patient's face clearly, I was slightly stunned.

He was the patient who attacked me in the reception room during the day.

I'm curious, how did he escape under the control of such tight equipment?

Perhaps, he is not a real patient either.

After thinking about it, I took out a red pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then I stood aside and waited patiently, but to be on the safe side, I released Li Xiaohei.

Li Xiaohei squatted on my shoulder, opened his dark eyes, and looked at the patient on the bed with me.

A minute later, the patient woke up.

When he opened his eyes, the first emotion conveyed by his eyes was fear and alertness.

But when he saw my outfit clearly, he was stunned.

His head moved, and his eyes showed confusion. The male patient moved his mouth and uttered a few words hoarsely.

"You are not him."

"That's right, I'm not Dr. Lu." I said calmly, my face hidden behind the mask and glasses.

"You, who are you?"

"It's not important, but I have a question for you." I moved closer to the male patient.

"Do you want to leave here?"