"After the dean's death, his office was preserved as it was?"

The people outside the door were full of doubts. Except for Chen Ge, including the two doctors, no one dared to enter the house.

At this time, Chen Ge was in very poor condition. The memories related to the stinky smell in his head began to be out of control, and memory fragments exploded in his mind.

"Hey! Don't stay alone!" Patient No. 2 was worried about Chen Ge's safety and slowly approached the dean's office. However, when he walked to the door, his body was unwilling to enter it no matter what. Every cell in his body was resisting, as if he would definitely die when he entered the house.

In a trance, Chen Ge heard the voice of patient No. 2, but his nerves were already drowned by severe pain.

He gradually began to lose control of his body. Under the double torture of odor and pain, he fell head-on to the dean's desk.

With both hands on the table, Chen Ge's face, which was twisted due to the pain, almost touched the glass jar on the table.

"Whose heart is this?"

He gasped violently, his chest was undulating. As Chen Ge's pain deepened, the heart, which was wrapped in countless black thin lines, began to beat in the glass jar.

It was like Chen Ge's own heart, and every beating involved Chen Ge's nerves.

"Is this heart in the jar mine?"

Chen Ge felt that his heart beat the same frequency as the heart in the jar.

He stared at the jar, his soul as if he was about to be sucked into the glass jar, and indescribable pain and despair kept pouring into his body.

The world in front of me began to become blurred, and countless words of death in the room magnified in front of me, as if they all came alive.

Chen Ge wanted to wave his hands to resist, but his body and spirit were already on the verge of collapse, and it was difficult to move for a while.

"Why am I so familiar with this scene when I am trapped in a room full of death?" A picture flashed deep in Chen Ge's memory. A clay sculpture with the words Chen Ge engraved on his chest was stuffed into a shrine with the inner wall engraved with the words "Death".

What Chen Ge is experiencing now is the same as the clay sculpture with his name engraved, but he was not locked up in the shrine, but was trapped in the dean's office with the words "death".

"Someone is cursing me!"

The memories that flashed by sporadically made Chen Ge realize that he had been cursed before, but for various reasons, the other party did not succeed. Now he has touched the curse again, and he doesn't know why he is so familiar with these things that ordinary people cannot touch.

His hands moved slowly, and Chen Ge's teeth bleeded, and he forced himself to hold the glass jar on the table.

He originally wanted to smash the glass jar to see if he could break the curse, but what he didn't expect was that when his hands touched the glass jar, the black silk thread stuck to his heart emerged from the heart and began to hit the glass jar wildly, as if he wanted to penetrate the jar and enter Chen Ge's body.

Cracked appeared on the glass jar, and the stench in the room became stronger and stronger. Chen Ge was now on the verge of collapse. He used his last strength to push the glass jar to the table.

The black silk thread hit the glass, and the cracks continued to spread. When the entire jar was about to be broken, dark red bloodshot appeared in the heart.

These bloodshots are entangled with each other, and a child's face is weaved in the heart.

It screamed, and the black silk threads seemed to be to prevent the child from running out of his heart and immediately gathered back into his heart.

Chen Ge witnessed the whole process, whether it was the black silk thread or the child's face that appeared in his heart, these were different from the real world described by Dr. Gao.

He looked at the child's face on his heart with a little confused, and vaguely felt that the child looked very similar to when he was a child.

"Is this heart sealed in the glass jar the kid's belonging to that child?"

The pain in his mind was relieved a lot, and Chen Ge collapsed beside the table, gasping for breath.

The dean's office has returned to normal, and even the stench drifting in the air has faded.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Sun didn't enter the office until this time. He squatted beside Chen Ge, with his back facing the office door.

"Do you think I'm fine?" Chen Ge started coughing violently as soon as he spoke.

Dr. Sun looked at Chen Ge silently. He pointed at Chen Ge's finger and suddenly said something inexplicable: "Before the patient was hospitalized, his belongings were stored in the fifth ward, and there was a wedding ring in your cabinet."

"Wedding ring? But I'm not married..."

"Yes, you are not married, why do you have a wedding ring?" Dr. Sun's face was filled with scars with a smile of relief. His back was facing the ward door. At this moment, only Chen Ge could see the smile on his face: "If you can be discharged from the hospital smoothly, remember to put that wedding ring on, it should be very important to you."

Chen Ge felt that Dr. Sun was a little different from what he had just said, so he thought about it carefully.

Since leaving the treatment room in the third ward, Dr. Gao has been holding his arm, and Dr. Sun is also very cold to him, but after entering the dean's office, Dr. Sun actually smiled on his face, which was completely different from his initial performance.

"Is it because Dr. Gao did not enter the dean's office?" Chen Ge felt more and more that Dr. Sun was different from Dr. Gao. At this time, Dr. Gao was more like a corpse, while Dr. Sun became more and more humane.

"Let's go, don't stay in the dean's office for too long. This place is unlucky." Dr. Sun helped Chen Ge up from the ground. He helped Chen Ge out and was about to walk out, but Chen Ge stopped.

"Wait a minute." Chen Ge turned around and picked up the glass jar on the dean's office table.

"What do you want to do?" Doctor Sun took a breath and subconsciously moved away from Chen Ge who was holding the glass jar. The glass jar seemed to be a very dangerous thing.

"I want to bring this thing with me." Chen Ge knew that the black silk thread wrapped around his heart might kill him at any time, but he still wanted to bring this thing with him because he felt that the face that appeared in his heart was very important to him.

"Do you know what this is? Are you really listening to the stories I told you before?" Dr. Sun's face changed suddenly. He knew very well how terrible the glass jar was, but for some reason, he could not speak casually.

"I know this thing is very dangerous, but because it is dangerous, I want to bring him with me." Chen Ge replied seriously.

"What is your logic?" Dr. Sun suspected that Chen Ge's condition had worsened again.

"Actually, I wasn't going to bring this thing with me at first, but the stories you just told changed my mind." Chen Ge held the glass jar and stared at the heart in the glass jar: "This hospital may be really haunted. We have no means to resist ghosts, but if we bring this thing, it's not certain. If ghosts really appear, we can use this glass jar with hearts to smash it."

"Smash it?" Dr. Sun frowned, and he asked again with some uncertainty: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, the things left behind at the scene of the first dean's death must be a very fierce thing, but you have to understand one problem. We may die with it, but if we really encounter a ghost, then some of us will definitely die." Chen Ge held the glass jar and started walking outside the office: "Two harms are the least. I really want to see if this jar is dangerous or ghosts are dangerous."

Ghosts are nothingness, glass jars are real, Chen Ge wants to use things that can be touched by living people to deal with the vain ghosts, and this idea surprised Dr. Sun a little.

"You... may be really a madman." Dr. Sun's words seemed to have other meanings, but Chen Ge didn't seem to hear them. Of course, given Chen Ge's current situation, he would pretend to be confused even if he heard them.

"I was sick, but I will actively cooperate with you in the treatment." Chen Ge's mentality was a bit scary.

Watching Chen Ge walk out of the office with a glass jar in his arms, Dr. Gao, who is like a walking corpse, not only did not catch Chen Ge's arm, but also took the initiative to stay away from Chen Ge, and both sides kept a distance of about three meters.

Both doctors were unwilling to stand with Chen Ge. Although patient No. 2 didn't quite understand the reason, he wisely stayed away from Chen Ge.

"Why did you take out this heart specimen?" Patient No. 2 was not disgusted with human organ specimens. He was just worried that Chen Ge had some strange habit.

"Specimen?" Chen Ge looked at the fresh heart in the glass jar. He vaguely felt that the "heart" that everyone saw seemed different: "Dr. Sun said that the hospital was not clean, and I brought the glass jar left after my first dean's death. This can be regarded as a fight against poison with poison."

Patient No. 2 could not understand Chen Ge's thoughts at all. He wisely stopped communicating with Chen Ge, but looked at Dr. Sun: "Where is the drug storage room you mentioned? I haven't seen it even though I'm almost over!"

"I remember it wrongly. After the first dean died mysteriously, many doctors did not dare to come to this floor to get medicine. The hospital moved the drug storage room to the fourth floor of the fifth ward." Dr. Sun said perfunctorily.

"Are you sure?" Patient No. 2 felt that Dr. Sun had a big problem and he didn't trust Dr. Sun very much.

Chen Ge also found something wrong. He felt that Dr. Sun didn't care about other people's lives at all. He said that the drug storage room on the fourth floor might just be to lead Chen Ge to the dean's office.

Saving people is just an excuse for Dr. Sun to achieve his goal. It seems that only Chen Ge is concerned about.

"Does everyone be safe as long as I don't have too many problems?" Chen Ge has discovered that this place is different from the hospital outside. Dr. Sun mentioned the "door" before. In his memory, the "door" is also a very special place: "Apart from me, even if other people die here, will they not really die?"

Shaking his head, Chen Ge drove this idea out of his mind. He was unwilling and unable to try it with Zhang Toy's life.

The medicine cannot be found, and Zhang Jingjiu may die at any time. Doctor Gao doesn't say a word like a corpse. Now Chen Ge and patient No. 2 can only trust Dr. Sun.

According to Dr. Sun, they ran from the fourth ward to the fifth ward.

Along the way, Dr. Sun told Chen Ge a lot of strange things that happened in this hospital.

While they were rushing, some things that were difficult for science to explain inside the building, but fortunately there was no danger.

Those strange things did not approach Chen Ge and the others, but just flashed by a long distance.

When they arrived at the fourth floor of the fifth ward, Dr. Sun did not deceive Chen Ge this time, and they finally found the drug storage room.

But things were not that simple. There was a seal on the room next to the drug storage room, and blood was still oozing out of the gap under the door. It was impossible to ignore it.

"This room with the seal is the office of the second dean. He was the vice president of the hospital and had seven children at home. After the first dean died mysteriously, he temporarily served as dean. But it is a pity that he disappeared on the seventh day of taking over as dean and has not been found until now." Dr. Sun stood at the door, as if encouraging Chen Ge to go in and check.

"The second director disappeared after only seven days of work? It seems that the director of this hospital is still a high-risk profession." Chen Ge avoided the blood on the ground: "I'm very curious, how many deans there are in this hospital."

"Including agents and temporary appointments, there are seven deans in this hospital, and the seventh dean is the most unfortunate." Dr. Sun answers questions and answers.

"Why is the seventh dean the most unfortunate? Was he the most painful death?"

"Because he has been working in this hospital until now." After Dr. Sun said, his fingers knocked on the door. Whenever the knock sounded, the ticks from Dr. Gao's watch would weaken a lot.

"Can I go in and take a look?" Chen Ge held the glass jar with a heart and pushed open the door of the second dean's office.

The interior of the house is very simple and there is nothing special at first glance, but after entering it, Chen Ge smelled the pungent stench again.

He flipped through the things in the house and finally saw a glass jar on the bookshelf, which contained a person's facial features.

The eyes, nose, ears and other organs were soaked in the liquid full of black silk thread. The strangest thing was that when Chen Ge approached, the eyes beads looked at him at the same time.

"Why are there jars in the second dean's office?" Chen Ge said as he wanted to get the glass jar, but was stopped by Dr. Sun.

"Don't move the things in the house." Dr. Sun whispered: "You just need to go and see and remember. Don't take away the things in it every time you enter a room."

"Doctor Sun, do all the directors of this hospital have a hobby of collecting organs?"

"Do you really think so?" Doctor Sun glanced at the door with his light. After he found that Dr. Gao did not follow him in, he said with the fastest speed: "There are seven glass jars in the house of the seven deans. The seven glass jars are divided equally according to the weight of the soul, and the patient's number is the same as you."
Chapter completed!