Zhuang Mengdie stiffened, turned his face and saw an old man in a hospital gown standing behind him.

The old man was gray-haired, walking tremblingly, with a walking stick in his hand.

Zhuang Mengdie was taken aback. A patient standing behind him was better than a few nurses with big waists.

"Master, what do you want?"

"Doctor, do you know where the surgical office is?"

Zhuang Mengdie was stunned. How did she know where the surgical office was? This old man asked for directions and found a sensible person. So many people in white uniforms chose her to ask?

Seeing Zhuang Mengdie choking and not speaking, the old man turned and left angrily.

"The young people nowadays are really not polite at all, and they are not willing to help even if they are too busy."

Zhuang Mengdie was so wronged that he wanted to cry. He said, Uncle, I don't want to help you, but I can't help. I don't know where the surgical office is.

Of course, the old man can't be blamed entirely. Who told me to wear a white coat?

Seeing the old man walking tremblingly to the service desk on crutches, Zhuang Mengdie felt very sorry, but was helpless and had to sigh and walk away.

When I walked to the elevator, I suddenly remembered that Dean Ma didn't know what was going on now. Zhuang Mengdie carried a backpack and walked to the end of the corridor. She still remembered that the Dean's office was at the end of the corridor.

When she walked to the door of the dean's office, she listened carefully and found that there was no movement in the room.

Reach out and knock on the door.

"Come in!"

She heard the voice of the old man.

Zhuang Mengdie pushed the door in, and saw Dean Ma still sitting in the room as before.

There was only Dean Ma in the room. He pulled a white curtain on the right hand side of his desk. The curtain was an ordinary cotton curtain with six red letters dedicated to Qingying Hospital and a red cross painted on it.

However, behind the curtains, there seemed to be something fascinating. As the thing kept shaking, the curtain was shaking slightly.

Zhuang Mengdie stared at the white curtain and said in surprise, "Dean Ma, are you alone in the office?"

"Yes, I am alone."

"But what is hidden behind the white curtain?"

"There is nothing behind the curtain."

As Dean Ma said, he pulled the curtain open, and as expected, there was only an examination bed commonly used in hospitals, and the bed was empty.

"See clearly, there is nothing." Dean Ma stretched out his hand and drew the curtain back.

But when the curtain was closed, the shadowy thing appeared again. The thing is reflected on the white curtain, its shape is not very clear, like a fuzzy ball.

"I think there are still..."

Zhuang Mengdie didn't know how to describe the feeling that thing brought to him.

Seeing the thing constantly twisting behind the curtain, I suddenly felt a tingling scalp.

Dean Ma asked kindly, "What's the matter with you?"

Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help laughing. When he put on a white coat, not only the doctors and nurses in the entire hospital, but even the Ma Yard, who had been so angry with him before, was blinded to his selective face.

From the way he talks, you know that he didn't recognize himself.

After Dean Ma finished the question, his face suddenly changed, and he sternly said, "Which department are you from? How do you wear your clothes?"

Zhuang Mengdie stammered, "Oh, I'm new here."

Ok? This is very strange. Zhuang Mengdie looked down at the white coat he was wearing. The buttons didn't fall off, all of them were tightly buttoned, and he didn't see anything wrong. There is nothing special about how to wear this white coat. Isn't it just put on the body and fasten the buttons tightly? This old man speaks really strangely.

"Why are you wearing a white coat but..."

At this point, the look on Dean Ma's face suddenly changed to furious.

"So it was you! Didn't I ask the nurse to lock you in the small dark room? Why did you run out?"

It seems that Dean Ma still recognized her.

Zhuang Mengdie laughed, "I said that the dean, you shouldn’t be so old that you can’t recognize you, have you finally recognized me? By the way, you think about closing the Qingying Hospital. How's it going?"

Dean Ma jumped up and yelled, "You crazy girl, get out! I really don’t want to see you again. Just get out of here if you are interested. Don’t continue making trouble here. To tell you the truth, Qingying Hospital is absolutely It won’t be closed, you’ll die of that heart. You leave me immediately! Otherwise, I’ll call the police immediately. You quickly leave, don’t say any silly crazy things, I don’t want to listen."

Zhuang Mengdie sneered, "You still refuse to close the hospital, don't you? Then wait for the murder to happen."

Dean Ma turned pale with anger. He grabbed the phone on the desk with a trembling hand and began to dial the keys. But as soon as he pressed two numbers, he heard a strange sound coming from behind the white curtain.

Hearing the strange noise, Zhuang Mengdie was so scared that he stared at the white curtain and shuddered, "It seems that something is really wrong behind the curtain."

Dean Ma obviously heard the weird noise. He turned his face, staring at the curtain, and then looked at something like a scourge, shrinking back, shaking with fright.

At this moment, a woman's laughter came from behind the curtain.

"Although it's too old, but I'm hungry, I will order it."

Why is this woman's voice so familiar? Zhuang Mengdie suddenly felt as if she had heard her voice somewhere.

Before she could react, she saw a mud-like hand stretched out behind the white curtain, and that hand squeezed Dean Ma's throat and dragged him abruptly behind the curtain.

Seeing that muddy hand, Zhuang Mengdie felt a little in his heart.

She suddenly remembered that she had seen this hand before in the basement and elevator of Yinbao Building. This hand had also attacked her, but it did not succeed because of the protection of the Siamese cat. Why is this hand coming out again now? Could it be that this muddy hand existed in this building twenty years ago?

What kind of monster is this mud-like hand?

Next came the screams of Dean Ma and the sound he made when he was struggling with something.

All this happened so suddenly that Zhuang Mengdie only knew that she was standing there and didn't know what to do.

Dean Ma’s shadow was clearly reflected on the white curtain. He seemed to be pinched by something in his throat and picked up. Unwilling to be controlled, he grabbed his hands, kicked his feet, and kept suffocating for help. .

Gradually, the cry for help and struggle gradually weakened.

Finally, there was no sound behind the curtain.

Isn't it dead?

Why is there no sound at all?

Zhuang Mengdie boldly yelled, "Dean Ma, how are you? Answer me quickly. Dean Ma, speak!"