Chapter 274: Urban Legend of the Emergency Department (Alliance Leader CAA Spicy Hot Pot Add)

"Acute painful expression." Wu Zong glanced at the Patient and began to mutter to himself.

This was like singing while walking down a dark road to bolster one's own courage; Meng Qingfei understood.

Facing such a gloomy and terrifying environment, if one didn't say something, one would feel a chill all over, uncomfortable to the point of misery.

"Neck is supple, thyroid palpation is normal, heart, lung, and abdominal examinations show no abnormalities."

"Muscle tone in both lower limbs is increased, knee reflexes and Achilles Tendon Repair reflexes are hyperactive, pathological reflexes not elicited."

Wu Zong performed the physical examination bit by bit, but so far he had not seen any abnormal conditions.

Moreover, his physical examination was different from usual; normally, a Urology Department doctor certainly wouldn't check things like the thyroid.

Time dragged on a little, and Wu Zong relaxed a tiny bit. He smiled, "Brother Meng, your methods for scaring people are getting more and more advanced."

"..." Meng Qingfei was speechless.

"Aside from the room being a bit cold, I don't feel anything." Wu Zong smiled, put on his gloves, and began to examine the surgical area, performing a specialized Urology Department physical examination.

"You guys in the Emergency Department see so many people die, I always feel your Emergency Rescue Room is especially cold. Every time it's summer, I'm sweating buckets outside, but the moment I step into your Emergency Rescue Room, I feel cool."

"That's called a gust of ghostly wind, yet you actually think it's cool," Meng Qingfei said with annoyance.

"No way, what kind of joke is that, a gust of ghostly wind?" Wu Zong laughed, "The foreskin isn't long..."

Wu Zong began to examine the surgical area.

"I must say, I don't see anything abnormal." Wu Zong spent one minute examining it carefully, but he couldn't see anything strange either. He put down the surgical area and looked up at the Cardiac Monitor, "The Patient's vital signs are also stable. Tell me, are you guys having a collective hallucination?"

"..." Meng Qingfei remained silent, staring fixedly at the Patient's surgical area.

"I read some articles recently, all about collective hallucinations. I always feel something is off; the articles are written like they're crazy. By the way, when I was scrolling through short videos, I followed a blogger. This Patient isn't a matter for our Urology Department; find someone from Neurology or Neurosurgery to come take a look."

"That short video blogger acts like he's on drugs, talking nonsense, but it turns out I saw him hospitalized at Tiantan Hospital today, and that guy really has an intracranial Tumor. He seems quite optimistic about his mood, so I plan to watch his livestreams when I have time."

Wu Zong rambled on.

He was especially talkative today. Although he said with his mouth that there was nothing wrong with the Patient, the air in the Emergency Rescue Room today was a bit cold, and with every breath, Wu Zong felt as if his tongue were frozen.

It looked fine, but Wu Zong's heart was pounding violently.

Wu Zong knew very well what kind of person Meng Qingfei was. If it were an ordinary doctor, calling them "Doctor So-and-so" would suffice, but for Meng Qingfei, he had to address him as Brother Meng.

As a veteran of the emergency room, in Wu Zong's memory, Meng Qingfei had almost never made a misdiagnosis.

Although he was cautious and steady as an old dog, and often didn't do a lot of the work that the Emergency Department should do—sometimes even refusing to remove stitches—the man had his own reasons.

If even Meng Qingfei said so today, then there must be a problem.

Wu Zong felt that something was wrong.

He forced himself to stay calm, turned around, took off his sterile gloves, and threw them into the medical waste bin.

"Brother Meng, then I'm heading back," Wu Zong said. "Looking at it now, it really has nothing to do with our Urology Department..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly saw Meng Qingfei's pupils constrict, and a shadow vaguely flashed within them.

Wu Zong was so scared he shuddered and turned his head back at top speed, his cervical spine making a creaking sound.

After finishing the physical examination, he covered the Patient with a blue sterile drape.

This was the most basic thing to do; otherwise, what if the Patient got cold? He just did what needed to be done while he was at it.

But at this moment, the sterile drape that should have been lying flat on the Patient bulged, and that lump was constantly moving.

"Ugh..." A clucking sound came from Wu Zong's throat.

Meng Qingfei stepped forward, grabbed the blue sterile drape, and flipped it open.

The surgical area was congested and rising. Wu Zong was somewhat dazed. Having worked in the Urology Department for so many years, he had seen many comatose patients, but it was extremely, extremely rare for one to suddenly become congested while in a coma.

If one followed Meng Qingfei's description, what would happen next...

Wu Zong's body felt as if it had been frozen, twisted into a strange posture, silently watching the surgical area become congested and rise.

Whether it was due to Meng Qingfei's verbal suggestion or not, Wu Zong seemed to see a transparent figure swaying over the Patient.

And the surgical area was trembling in sync with the movements of the transparent figure.

After twenty-some seconds, a bloody color appeared.

The blue sterile drape quickly blocked the blood from hitting Wu Zong, preventing his head and face from being sprayed.

Meng Qingfei changed to a new drape and carefully preserved the one stained with the red, bloody fluid.

"Wu Zong, did you see it?"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..." Wu Zong shivered, his upper and lower teeth clattering together, making a sound.

People in the medical field are all materialists. Although they joke about believing in the God of the Night Shift, that's just a joke.

There are plenty of ghost and god stories in the hospital, but those are at most just Urban Legends and cannot be taken seriously.

But

Right before his eyes!

Wu Zong had witnessed a bizarre event with his own eyes!

Could it really be like in *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*, where a scholar meets a fox spirit and then dies from exhaustion?

This was already the umpteenth time; what sprayed out was no longer prostatic fluid, but blood streaks.

If this continues, will it really be like what is written in *The Plum in the Golden Vase*, where the Patient, like Ximen Qing, sprays blood and dies instantly?

Wu Zong's mind was in a mess, and for a moment, he forgot where he was.

"Wu Zong, let's go out and talk," Meng Qingfei shouted, but Wu Zong stared blankly at the Patient, as if he hadn't heard.

Meng Qingfei simply grabbed Wu Zong and pulled him out of the Emergency Rescue Room.

A single step away, inside and outside the door were two different worlds.

Inside the room, it was icy cold, as if some presence was lowering the temperature of the Emergency Rescue Room; outside, it was full of the warmth of human life.

Wu Zong was dazed as he was pulled to the corner by Meng Qingfei.

"Wu Zong, call your department head over," Meng Qingfei said. "And who is the fiercest doctor in your department? Call them over to take a look at the situation. It's not that I'm superstitious, but sometimes you have to believe that even a ghost fears a wicked person."

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

Meng Qingfei also felt puzzled and could not understand what was going on with the Patient today.

Why did the Patient keep spurting one after another? Clearly, the physical examination showed no problems, yet they were always congested; if this continued, there was only one outcome—dying from exhaustion.

Meng Qingfei's thoughts were also a bit chaotic; his many years of Clinical experience were of no use.

What exactly happened to the Patient, no one knew.

Right!

Damn it!!

Meng Qingfei cursed at himself.

Because of fear, he was also a bit dazed; up until now, he had only performed a physical examination and hadn't asked for the medical history yet.

Meng Qingfei raised his hand and lightly slapped his own face to make himself sober up.

"You make the call first, I'll go ask about the medical history."

(End of this chapter)