Su Bai just stared at his new patient without saying a word or making a sound. He just stared at him.
The patient nodded and put the plastic basin down. Then, he slowly squatted down and used his other hand to pick up the soap with great difficulty. Then, he staggered and leaned against the wall to stand up. After he was done, he took the plastic basin and walked out of the ward. He really looked like a guy who loved cleanliness to the point of being a neat freak.
Su Bai took out his mobile phone and casually looked at it. In the ward after the lights were off, the background light of the mobile phone seemed a little gloomy.
After casually flipping through some news, Su Bai gently stretched himself. He had slept for a long time before, but now he was not sleepy at all. However, there was still a long way to go before dawn, and he was too lazy to leave the hospital and wander around.
The monk and the others had already done a series of procedures for him. He could go to the hospital for a glucose drip every day, and then there would be specialized care workers to take care of him. According to the monk and the others, even if he had to lie in the hospital for half a month, it would be worth it as long as he could get through the real mission safely.
Su Bai's view was similar. There were no tangible benefits outside, only a pale and powerless sense of oppression. He was also too lazy to wander around, and he had to stay near Xi 'an. Then, he would just lie in the hospital.
Half an hour later, footsteps came from the corridor outside, and then the ward door was pushed open. The patient walked in and put the plastic basin on the ground. Then, he walked back to his ward and slowly lay back down.
To Su Bai's surprise, the patient did not seem to mind his previous cold attitude. Seeing that he was not asleep but playing with his mobile phone, he took the initiative to speak.
"The conditions of this hospital are really bad."
"Yes." Su Bai responded.
"What's wrong with you?" The patient turned his head while lying on the bed and looked at Su Bai. There was no curtain between the two beds.
Su Bai did not answer and continued to look down at his phone. To be honest, Su Bai did not dislike having someone talk to him in the ward. It would make him feel less lonely, but Su Bai did not want to communicate and chat. If the other party was willing to keep talking to himself, that would be good.
Seeing that Su Bai didn't reply, the other party went silent for a while and said, "Looking at your complexion, you look a little weak. Is there something wrong with your kidneys?"
Weak? Something wrong with the kidneys?
Why didn't he just say kidney deficiency?
"More or less," Su Bai replied.
"Young people should control themselves," the man said.
"How old are you?" Su Bai asked.
"Forty-five." The patient smiled and said, "I've been dying for a long time."
The scene fell into an awkward silence again. The man seemed to understand that Su Bai was not interested in chatting, so he stopped trying to find a topic. Instead, he chose a comfortable position and seemed to be preparing to rest.
Su Bai continued to play with his phone and casually browsed the web. At this time, he used his phone to log into the listeners' forum. The founder of this forum must have obtained some information about the almighty listeners from somewhere. People like Lychee were qualified to inquire about a lot of information through the public account's backend. Now that this information had been leaked, it was used by a few people with ulterior motives to establish this forum.
There were quite a number of people on the forum. Most of them were exchanging experiences and trading items. Of course, this was considered a relatively low-level way of trading. The normal way was to use one's own network like Fatso to contact others.
The Shaanxi forum was still very quiet. A while ago, many listeners from other places seemed to have found out about what had happened to the Shaanxi listeners through their own channels. Therefore, they came over to send a post to ask about it. However, they did not receive any response from the Shaanxi listeners. They also felt a little cold and did not dare to continue posting in the Shaanxi forum.
The Shaanxi listeners should not have all died, but those who experienced it or were low-level listeners would not be specially invited by the staff of this forum. Therefore, this forum created the impression that all the listeners in the Shaanxi region had died.
Su Bai changed to another forum and clicked on the Sichuan forum. This forum was quite lively. There was a post in it that had over a thousand hits. One had to know that there were very few people on this forum. Most of the posts only had a few dozen hits. It was rare for it to break a hundred. This was because the number of people on this forum was too low. This post with over a thousand hits was indeed very eye-catching.
After clicking on it, Su Bai came to a realization.
This was a post by a female listener who recorded her life. Before becoming a listener, she was a housewife with no children. Her husband and wife lived a harmonious life. After becoming a listener, she took the initiative to divorce her husband and left the family with nothing. Now, she was doing volunteer teaching in a minority area in Xichuan.
Her post was basically updated every day. She would post some photos and life insights.
This woman's post could not be said to be positive, but it was not very decadent either. It gave off a very interesting feeling. At the same time, it could inspire many listeners to identify with her. Therefore, there were more comments in it.
Su Bai lost track of time as he read on. He only heard the person on the bed next to him suddenly move and sit up.
It seemed that the painkiller's effect had worn off and it was starting to hurt. Therefore, she could not sleep.
People who had never been truly injured would never be able to experience that kind of pain, especially when it was a more serious injury like a fracture.
"It's not daybreak yet." The person sighed. He saw that Su Bai was playing with his phone, so he was not worried that it would disturb Su Bai's rest.
Su Bai was too lazy to reply. He logged out of the forum and prepared to look for a movie to watch. Speaking of which, if there was really no special danger, staying in this hospital for half a month could be considered a good relaxing experience. Every day, he would eat, drink, get some glucose drips, play with his phone, listen to music, and watch movies. Once upon a time, this kind of easy life had become so far away from him.
"Aren't you bored?" The person spoke again. "I feel very bored."
Su Bai shook his head, indicating that he did not feel it.
"It's really very boring." The person's tone became a little rougher.
Su Bai frowned and moved his phone away. The ward was still cold and quiet. Although it was not very ventilated, it was definitely not boring. Could it be that there was something wrong with his body that affected the blood supply to his heart?
Su Bai hesitated whether he should press the bell to call the nurse on duty for the person in the next bed, but the person's behavior in the next moment made Su Bai's face turn gloomy.
"Ah, no wonder. The position of my heart is crooked."
The patient said as he rubbed his heart with his hand. He rubbed it very hard, and even the blood stains on the bandage could be seen.
Was this guy's brain damaged?
Blood began to continuously seep out from the bandage on the person's body, dyeing the whole area red. At the same time, the person's breathing became heavier and heavier.
It was really the car accident that damaged his brain. The hospital's examination should not be very detailed. Obviously, they underestimated the follow-up effects of a concussion.
However, just as the person scratched his chest, the bandage that was originally wrapped around his wrist slowly fell off. Su Bai saw that the guy was wearing something on his wrist.
Mi Wristband?
This was the first thought that appeared in Su Bai's mind. Because from the shape, it really looked like a very popular electronic wristband.
Nowadays, many young people and even middle-aged people liked to wear it. It could record a lot of information about oneself in real time and could be viewed on the mobile phone.
However, why did Su Bai feel that this wristband was a little strange? Whose wristband was made like this? And since this guy was in the hospital because of a car accident, why did the doctors and nurses leave this wristband on the patient during the surgery?
At this time, the patient got off the bed and stumbled to Su Bai's bedside. "I really have a hard time breathing. I feel very thirsty."
A person with a bandage on his face was talking to you in a hospital ward with the lights off. This scene could be imagined how terrifying it was. However, Su Bai just turned his face slightly and put his gaze back on his mobile phone.
"There is a thermos over there. Pour yourself some water."
"My hand is not good. Friend, can you help me pour a glass of water?" The other party pleaded. The hand that could move subconsciously grabbed Su Bai's shoulder and shook it gently.
Su Bai turned his head. The phone's background light shone on the other party's arm, so that Su Bai could see the wristband more clearly. At the same time, he could also see the words on the wristband clearly.
This person just looked at Su Bai with his eyes faintly. The distance between the two people's faces was only a few centimeters. The ward also fell into silence.
It was Su Bai who broke the silence.
Su Bai's mouth very calmly spat out two words, "I'm not free."
"But I'm really thirsty," the patient pleaded.
"Go out and find a nurse. There is a water dispenser in the on-call room and cold water." Su Bai shook his head helplessly. "The water in the thermos is too hot."
"Oh yes, thank you, friend."
The patient stood up with difficulty and staggered out of the ward.
Su Bai's pupils narrowed slightly. Why couldn't he sense any special aura before?
All of this seemed to have returned to old Fang's house, where he couldn't sense those ghosts at all.
The patient next to him was not wearing an electronic wristband like a Xiaomi wristband.
It was a corpse ring.
There was a label on the blue corpse ring. It read:
Name of the deceased:
Time of death:
Cause of death:
This was a corpse ring made by the staff in the hospital morgue to facilitate the management of corpses. This kind of thing would only appear on the wrists of corpses.
Su Bai reached out and pressed the bell at the bedside.
About half a minute later, a nurse pushed open the ward door and walked in.
"Bed 1 patient, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Su Bai calmly pointed at the empty bed next to him. "There's something wrong with the patient on this bed, and his wrist has …"
Su Bai stopped talking.
Because he saw it.
The nurse who came in for ward rounds was also wearing the same blue wristband as the previous patient — a corpse ring.
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