[IV. If the surgery fails and results in the patient’s death, please do not be discouraged, for doctors are not God. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws of life. Fate must be accepted and human efforts exhausted. Always rember: the dead cannot be brought back to life.]
[V. Please pay attention to resting, clocking in and out on ti, for the number of patients is limitless, yet human energy is finite. Do not perform complex surgeries when in poor ntal condition.]
[⑤ Third Building Rooftop]
[The rooftop of Building Three is dilapidated with the risk of falling ceilings and is forbidden for entrance.]
This marks the end.
The notice is not long, but is full of information.
There is always an eerie air inside it, yet it is indiscernible as to what exactly it is.
"These rules are strange indeed... It’s incredible how humans here can accept such notices and still live well,"
Wang Hao read it several tis over.
The ssage can be sumd up in five words: "Seeking death invites death!"
He could almost confirm that this notice was an important clue in the ga.
But for the mont, he couldn’t articulate why.
Each rule was strikingly odd!
He could only jot down a few keywords: "canteen," "cleaning lady," "Third Building Rooftop," "morgue," and so on, to refer to during his forthcoming exploration.
"Hidden SAN value or another life form?"
Just as he wanted to look up more information, suddenly a series of footsteps ca from the next room.
There were two persons in total.
One was a fifty-sothing balding male, nearing retirent age, the office director of Qingtian Hospital.
The other was also in his fifties, naturally, the dean of the hospital, "Zhao Mingtian."
This bald man bore the title of Office Director on his head, without displaying a na.
Wang Hao couldn’t help scoffing internally, "How perfunctory, not even a na."
Of course, Wang Hao himself was not young, given his identity as the Archives Director in a top-tier hospital, a position not attained in one’s twenties or thirties.
The bald office director said anxiously, "Dean, the number of patients has been increasing recently. Our hospital’s reputation is also growing, but it’s really overcrowded. Unless we build a new building, we won’t be able to accommodate more patients."
He began to concern himself with so numbers: "We now have nearly two thousand ergency patients each day."
"Every year we see over five hundred thousand patients, many of whom have complex and varied illnesses requiring inpatient surgeries. The inpatient departnt beds are already lining the corridors, with no room for more patients."
"Building another inpatient ward could save tens of thousands of patients annually. You have always opposed constructing a new building... I just wanted to ask the reason. If it really isn’t convenient..."
Wang Hao furrowed his brows, hiding and eavesdropping, could only presu it to be so kind of "right hint" in the ga.
Moreover, the director’s manner of speaking was a bit strange, like... how should I put it, like he was a worker in so supernatural departnt, exhibiting an internal, cautious deanor.
This hospital surely didn’t belong to Earth World but to the Parallel World of Feng Ling...
Dean "Zhao Mingtian" whispered sothing.
He shook his head, seemingly rejecting the proposal.
The bald director sighed softly, "Maintaining the status quo is also feasible, but it’s really... rash."
"A faint stench cos from the sewer below Building 3, resembling the traces of flowing blood. Our security personnel experience mory loss and convulsions upon contact with the bloodstains."
"I sense there is sothing suspicious about that sewer... thus I have drafted a new notice. Please take a look."
Wang Hao glanced from afar.
Using his superhuman eyesight, he noticed several lines of text.
[Important Notice]
[All staff at Qingtian Hospital, to prevent biological contamination, dical wastewater must not be discharged into dostic water drainage.]
[dical wastewater should be stored first and then removed by special vehicles for separate treatnt.]
[Due to current blockages in the pipes, the dical wastewater channel in Building 3 is temporarily out of service. Please pour the dical wastewater into wastewater bins for unified disposal by the cleaning departnt.]
Wang Hao hesitated for a mont, a parallel world comprised of "rules," a rather fresh gaming experience.
Controlled world by the "Moon of Illusion"?
With insufficient information, the Dean could only nod, "Then let’s notify them like that, being cautious is a good thing. If strange incidents happen again, we can slightly and the notice."
The bald Director’s brows slightly relaxed, finally he sighed in relief, "Our doctors are very satisfied with the recent work conditions and quite pleased with the hospital’s humanitarian environnt. I heard that so hospitals outside are offering higher salaries to poach staff, yet they still don’t want to leave here."
"Creating an excellent working atmosphere with scientific managent thods not only improves work efficiency but also allows everyone to work cheerfully and energetically..."
"There is a dical team abroad that wants to discuss the excision techniques of glioblastoma and hold a discussion eting. It will be in the large conference room in Building 12, how about that?"
"No problem, let’s do it this way."
Glioblastoma?
It’s a type of tumor that grows in the brain with an extrely high mortality rate and difficult surgery. In the Earth World, even the son of the wealthiest man couldn’t survive long with this disease.
But...
He turned around and looked at the introduction in the file, Qingtian Hospital, five-year survival rate for Grade 4 glioma, 95%?
A survival rate over 95%?!
Unsure whether the dical skills of Parallel Worlds were exceptionally advanced or if this hospital had so peculiar reason, it was no wonder that the number of patients was full and beds were spread across the corridors.
The two walked further away, leaving only Wang Hao alone, quietly thinking while browsing various docunts on the desk.
Qingtian Hospital, indeed very impressive, treatnt of various difficult and complex diseases, with a very high success rate.
Cancer, leukemia, sepsis, and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis among other diseases with high mortality rates, seed easily managed. They made significant contributions to local developnt.
If hospitals everywhere were like this, elevating the average human lifespan to a hundred years would not be a dream!
But evidently, the technological level of this world shouldn’t surpass that of Earth’s technology too much... at least from what the hospital equipnt seed, almost similar?
In Wang Hao’s mind, he hazarded a guess, "This script as the main mission is highly likely related to the ’Moon of Illusion.’"
"Due to the influence of the ’Moon of Illusion’s’ ability, the capabilities of the doctors here have dramatically improved..."
"But this hospital also beca a significant source of pollution, the patients’ healing, because of the influence of ’Moon of Illusion’s’ ability." "The Dean and Director should know so intelligence..."
"But the information they know was gleaned through repeated probes, knowing what happens but not why."
There is no such thing as sothing from nothing in the world; the use of many powers cos at a cost.
Just do not know what that cost is...
For the ti being, unsure how to write more perfect rules.
...
(PS: This copy will be a very very very exciting copy, the long delay is of course for ticulous planning!)
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