??Chapter 145: 144. Raising the dead and whitening bones_1
Chapter 145: 144. Raising the dead and whitening bones_1
He’s different!
Lu Ban hastily dodged to the side, and the hamr only hit the wall, raising a small cloud of dust.
The director’s movents were nothing like those of a dead person, fast, and he raised the scalpel again, the sharp blade attempting to slice into Lu Ban’s flesh.
At this point, Lu Ban showed no rcy. He raised one hand, firing a Speech Bullet from his silver revolver into the director’s brain, infusing it with the murmurs of that great existence.
anwhile, facing Director Zhao Gongping, who was montarily stunned, Lu Ban swung his crowbar and smashed half of his head into a bloody, indistinct ss.
Lu Ban then noticed that what splashed out of the director’s brain wasn’t blood but so kind of gray, viscous liquid.
It was concrete!
The director stopped moving due to losing half of his head, fell to his knees, and soon lay motionless.
Lu Ban crouched down and shone his flashlight on the sticky liquid, confirming that it indeed was concrete, which continued to flow out from the director’s brain and was quickly hardening.
“Is this for real, his brain filled with paste?”
Lu Ban wanted to search the director for more clues when he heard a rustling noise behind him.
Turning around, Liu Qingjiang was coming slowly, dragging a shovel.
Lu Ban temporarily positioned himself by the wall, posing as a green potted plant.
Then, he saw that the director’s body quickly turned entirely into concrete, a soft ss without any human form.
“Are all these monsters made of concrete?”
As Lu Ban pondered, he heard the sound of the elevator again.
This ti, the elevator reached the fifth floor without anyone operating it.
After stopping briefly on the fifth floor, the elevator continued downward, skipping the fourth floor and stopping on the third floor where Lu Ban was.
“There’s more?”
Lu Ban beca alert.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and Lu Ban saw stepping out was Director Zhao Gongping again!
He looked at the tattered clothes on the ground, finding it inconceivable.
“No, this isn’t right. Whether it’s Liu Qingjiang or Xu Xiao, they were people who disappeared in the hospital. Those who disappear enter the otherworldly space and get Corroded, turning into monsters that only act according to a certain program. But the director didn’t disappear; he died of illness outside!”
Lu Ban noticed the difference.
“So, what are these Zhao Gongpings in the hospital now?”
He saw Director Zhao Gongping glance in his direction, obviously seeing Lu Ban not as so photosynthesizing green plant but as an intruder!
“This just never ends…”
Lu Ban raised his “Testant,” expertly firing another Speech Bullet.
Director Zhao Gongping, the second unit, took the hit, his body violently trembling and unable to move, like a pig shocked by a high voltage of electricity.
“Maybe I shouldn’t kill him directly but trap him instead, that way he wouldn’t respawn?”
Lu Ban thought of enemy chanics often found in gas and quickly fired another Speech Bullet at the director.
Two Speech Bullets, enough to suppress the opponent for a certain ti and ensure he wouldn’t die too soon.
Glancing at the director’s painful struggle, Lu Ban looked toward the elevator.
The mirror shone brightly, reflecting only Lu Ban’s figure.
Stepping into the elevator, Lu Ban pressed for the fifth floor.
The reason he didn’t take the stairs was that the invisible baby might follow Lu Ban upstairs, and according to Xu Xiao, being followed by that baby definitely ant no good.
The old elevator made creaking noises, causing one to worry whether it would suddenly stop or fall, but luckily, Lu Ban didn’t encounter that situation. Accompanied by a ding-dong alert, the elevator door opened slowly, and Lu Ban arrived at the fifth floor of Nanhua Private Renji Hospital.
Surprisingly, the fifth floor was very clean.
Excessively clean.
It was as if it were still in use, with the floor tiles sparkly, reflecting faces, and even the hallway was lit, giving off a cozy feeling.
Lu Ban looked back down the corridor, which was empty, with all the doors of the rooms closed and no lingering doctors or nurses.
As for ahead, at the end of the corridor, the door of the room seed not to be tightly closed, slightly ajar, with light visibly streaming out from within.
Lu Ban took a deep breath and walked forward cautiously.
Passing by the stairwell, Lu Ban searched but found no traces of the baby’s staggering steps; it seed to be trapped on the third floor.
The nurse station was completely refurbished, but there was also no one inside.
This floor, according to the description, was the ICU. Lu Ban passed the room next to the stairway, 501, which, though lit, was empty.
He walked past room 502 and saw an old man sitting inside.
Room 503 was equally deserted, with no clues to be found.
Room 504…
“Wait a minute?”
Lu Ban quickly turned back and looked into room 502 again.
The old man had vanished without a trace, leaving only a bed, standing out awkwardly there.
Sothing was off.
Lu Ban’s intuition told him that there should be clues in this room related to the one at the end of the corridor, as nurse He Bishong had ntioned.
So Lu Ban pushed the door open and walked into the brightly lit room 502.
In the spacious ward, there was just that one bed.
Lu Ban approached the bed and took out a notebook with a red cover.
There were still so blank pages left, and Lu Ban hoped to find the answers here.
But the pages of the book remained still, as if they didn’t belong to this place.
After pondering for a mont, Lu Ban, holding the notebook, lay down on the bed.
Strangely, as soon as he lay down, the notebook suddenly made a rustling sound, and on one of the pages stained with blood and an unknown bluish-gray liquid, so sloppy handwriting began to erge.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded. The technology that all doctors have dread of, the technology that pulls the dying, no, the already dead back from the abyss, I have succeeded with it!”
“Even so, my view of Corea has not changed. He is a despicable person who ignores rules, has no bottom line, and tramples human morals and boundaries underfoot. However, in certain respects, I an in mysticism, folklore and certain transcendent powers, he is the most reliable person I’ve ever t.”
“The first ti I t this dark-skinned man was at an academic cocktail party. At that ti, I was still worrying about what my future path should be – whether to return to my country and be a slacker in those backward public hospitals, or stay abroad and compete with those skilled doctors. Obviously, returning to my country would allow
to live without worry for the rest of my life, but correspondingly, my dical skills would no longer make any progress. At least that’s what I believed at the ti.”
“I can’t rember how he started talking to , but after listening to , he said in his thick Arican accent, ‘Hey, I think you’ve found the right guy. I’m in touch with a project right here. It’s a project to establish a high-end hospital in your country. I don’t know if you’re interested.'”
“It might have been curiosity or just the influence of alcohol, but I talked a lot with him, from the differences in dical systems at ho and abroad to regrets from my student days. It’s hard to deny, this man had a compelling force that made you want to confide in him. By the end of the cocktail party, I felt like he and I were friends.”
“I didn’t take that cocktail party conversation seriously because who would bother building a high-end private hospital in their ho country, a venture that wouldn’t sustain revenue. But miraculously, after I struggled through my graduation thesis and finally beca a real doctor, Corea actually found .”
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