"Acute painful face." Mr. Wu glanced at the patient and began to mutter himself.

This is walking on the night to sing, giving yourself courage, Meng Qingfei understands.

Faced with such a gloomy and terrifying environment, I felt cold and uncomfortable all over without saying anything.

"The neck is soft, the thyroid palpation is normal, and there is no abnormality in the cardiopulmonary and abdominal examination."

"The muscle tone of both lower limbs is enhanced, knee reflex, Achilles tendon hyperreflex, and pathological reflex is not elicited."

Mr. Wu checked his body bit by bit, but he still didn't see any abnormal situation.

Moreover, his physical examination is different from usual. Urology surgeons will definitely not check the thyroid or something.

After a little longer, Mr. Wu also relaxed a little. He smiled, "Brother Meng, your method of scaring people is getting higher and higher."

"..." Meng Qingfei was speechless.

"Apart from the colder the room, I don't think anything." Mr. Wu smiled and put on his gloves, began to check the surgery area, and conduct a specialized physical examination in urology.

"Your emergency department, many people have died. I always feel that your rescue room is very cold. Every summer, I feel sweaty outside, and when I arrive at your emergency room, I feel cool."

"That's called a gust of wind, you actually feel cool." Meng Qingfei said angrily.

"No, what a joke, there's a gust of wind." Mr. Wu smiled, "The bag is not long..."

Mr. Wu began to check the surgery area.

"I didn't see anything abnormal." Mr. Wu took a minute to check it carefully, but he didn't see anything strange. He lowered the surgery area and looked up at the ECG monitoring. "The patient's vital signs are also stable. I'm asking if you have collective hallucinations?"

"..." Meng Qingfei continued to remain silent, staring at the patient's surgery area.

"I have read some articles recently, all about collective hallucinations. I always feel something is wrong. The article is written like a psychopath. By the way, when I was short, I got a blogger. The patient did not have any urology affairs in our department. Let's look for the gods, inside and outside."

"The short blogger is like taking medicine, and he is very nagging. Today I saw him hospitalized in the Temple of Heaven. That guy really has an intracranial tumor. He looks very optimistic, and I am going to watch him live broadcast without any trouble."

Mr. Wu was nagging.

He said a lot today. Although he said nothing about the patient, the air in the emergency room today was a little cold. During his breathing, Mr. Wu felt his tongue was frozen.

It seems okay, but Mr. Wu's heart beats so hard.

Mr. Wu knew very well who Meng Qingfei was. If he was an ordinary doctor, it would be enough for Mr. Wu to call him a certain doctor, but Meng Qingfei had to call him Brother Meng.

As an old emergency department, Meng Qingfei has almost never had any misdiagnosis in Mr. Wu's memory.

Although he is as cautious as an old dog, he doesn't do many of the work he should do in the emergency department, and sometimes he is unwilling to remove the thread, but he has his own reasons.

Even Meng Qingfei said this today, there must be a problem.

Mr. Wu felt something was wrong.

He forced himself to calm down, turned around, took off his sterile gloves and threw them into a medical waste bucket.

"Brother Meng, then I'm back." Mr. Wu said, "It seems that it really has nothing to do with our urology department now..."...

As he was talking, he suddenly saw Meng Qingfei's Tong Kong shrink, and a shadow flashed vaguely in the Tong Kong.

Mr. Wu was so scared that he shivered, and turned back as quickly as possible, and his cervical spine made a creaking sound.

After checking his body, he covered the patient with a blue sterile sheet.

This is the most basic thing, otherwise what should the patient do if he is frozen and he will do what he should do.

At this time, a piece of sterile bulge that was supposed to be covering the patient's body was bulging, and the bulge was still moving.

"Uh..." Mr. Wu made a giggle sound in his throat.

Meng Qingfei stepped forward and grabbed the blue sterile single and opened it.

The surgery area is congested and looking up. Mr. Wu is a little confused. The patient who has been in a coma for so many years in the urology department

I saw more, but very few people suddenly became congested in the coma.

If we follow Meng Qingfei's description, next...

Mr. Wu's body seemed to be frozen, twisted into a strange position, silently looking at the bloody blood in the art area and looking up.

I don’t know if it was Meng Qingfei’s verbal inducement, but Mr. Wu seemed to see a transparent figure shaking on the patient.

The art area was also trembling with the movements of the transparent figure.

In more than twenty seconds, a bloody color appeared.

The blue sterile single quickly blocked the blood color and Mr. Wu, avoiding Mr. Wu being sprayed all over his head and face.

Meng Qingfei changed a list and kept the list with red bloody liquid adhered to it.

"Mr. Wu, did you see it?"

"Geeh..." Mr. Wu shivered, and his upper and lower teeth hit him, making a sound.

People who work in medical care are materialistic. Although they usually joke that they believe in the god of night shifts, that's just a joke.

There are also many legends about ghosts and gods in hospitals, but at most they are just urban legends and can’t count them.

But

In front of you!

Mr. Wu witnessed a strange incident with his own eyes!

Is it really like in the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio that a scholar met a fox fairy and then died?

How many times have you been doing this? What you sprayed is no longer prostate fluid but blood.

If this continues, will the patient die like Ximen Qing, like what is written in "Jin Ping Mei"?

Mr. Wu was in a mess and forgot where he was.

"Mr. Wu, go out and talk." Meng Qingfei shouted, but Mr. Wu stared at the patient in a daze, as if he didn't hear it.

Meng Qingfei simply pulled Mr. Wu out of the emergency room.

One step away, inside and outside the door are two worlds.

The room was cold and cold, as if something had made the temperature of the emergency room cool down; outside the room, there was a warm atmosphere of human fireworks.

Mr. Wu was pulled to the corner by Meng Qingfei in a daze.

"Mr. Wu, call your director." Meng Qingfei said, "Then who is the most fierce doctor in your department? Call me to see the situation. It's not that I am superstitious, sometimes you have to believe it, and a ghost is also afraid of evil people."

"Oh oh oh, I'll call right away."

Meng Qingfei also felt puzzled. He didn't understand what the patient was like today.

Why do patients spray one after another? It is clear that there is no problem with the physical examination, but they are always congested. If they continue to spray, they will only have the only ending - j and everyone will die.

Meng Qingfei's thoughts were also a little confused, and years of clinical experience were useless.

No one knows what happened to the patient.

By the way!

Oh shit!

Meng Qingfei scolded herself.

Because of fear, I was a little confused. I have only checked my health and have not yet asked for my medical history.

Meng Qingfei raised his hand and gently twitched his face to make himself more awake.

"You call first, I'll ask for my medical history."

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