Even the head nurse, who didn't believe in supernatural things, kept looking at the wall clock. “Woo, woo, woo—” Suddenly, the sound of a child crying was heard in the corridor. The intern nurse shuddered suddenly. Although she was terribly frightened, her eyes were shining slightly: "come yet?" The intern nurse turned her head and looked at the wall clock, but it was still more than a minute away from midnight, and the voice sounded like a child, completely different from the deep and magnetic voice of the uncle yesterday. Could it be that the ghost of a child came today? The trainee nurse's knuckles turned white from where she was holding the camera equipment. "Wow, grandma, I don't want to leave you..." "Good boy, don't cry, grandma will always be with you."
The head nurse's expression changed slightly. She listened carefully, let out a long breath, and said calmly: "It came from room 1302. It sounded like a girl crying. It should be the patient in bed number one and her granddaughter." "It's the ten-year-old girl." Dr. Satomi reviewed the medical records of all the patients on the 1302th floor today and knew all the information about them. Not to mention, he was already impressed by the patient in Room and her family. The patient in bed number one is a 65-year-old lady with advanced liver cancer. The old lady was originally receiving treatment in other hospitals. She was only in the middle stage of liver cancer, and her survival rate three years after surgery was not low. However, her condition suddenly worsened rapidly, and the speed of the spread of cancer cells was unexpected, so she was transferred to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University to seek a glimmer of hope. But after the diagnosis by the Medical University Hospital, it was determined that there was no hope of recovery. Given the current situation, he would definitely not survive this year, and if he was unlucky, he might only have three or four months left. "It's so pitiful. The patient's only immediate family member is the child. If the old lady passes away, what will happen to the child?" The head nurse sighed. The old lady's husband, son and daughter-in-law all seem to have died in accidents, and now she only has a granddaughter left. After the old lady was hospitalized, various distant relatives came to visit her one after another, asking about her health and showing great concern. Even the nurses felt tired of them. A group of relatives fought fiercely over custody of the child and even had a fight in the hospital. The reason is simple: the old lady owns an entire apartment in Shinjuku district. After learning that the old lady did not have much time left, this group of relatives even began to unscrupulously discuss outside the ward how to divide the patient's apartment, and they did not care much about the girl's upbringing. The old lady was so angry that she fainted once. After waking up, she could only hug her granddaughter and cry bitterly. Dr. Satomi couldn't bear it anymore, so he called the security guards to chase them away and restricted these vampire-like relatives from coming to the hospital to disturb the patients. "Those bastards are so despicable!" When Dr. Satomi thought of this, he was filled with indignation, but there was nothing he could do. If the old lady unfortunately passes away, the custody of the girl will definitely fall into the hands of those relatives with ulterior motives. Before a girl reaches adulthood, her guardian can manage her assets on her behalf. If something unexpected happens to the girl, the assets will naturally fall into the hands of the guardian.
This is an entire apartment in Shinjuku district, an astronomical figure. Dr. Satomi did not hesitate to assume the worst of these relatives. But who can treat an incurable disease like advanced liver cancer? Unless a miracle happens. Miracle? The miracle of Miss Ebina turning from late-stage gastric cancer to early-stage gastric cancer has happened once, and there is a chance that it will happen a second time! Dr. Satomi couldn't help but look towards the elevator door with anticipation. "Tick", with a crisp sound from the wall clock, the time has come to midnight! "Crackle", the fluorescent lights in the entire duty room and corridor began to flicker again, and the next second, the lights suddenly dimmed. "The power is out again?" The head nurse's face suddenly became gloomy. After yesterday's power outage, the Logistics Department arranged for an electrician to thoroughly check the entire circuit system on the 13th floor and in the elevator room. The electrician assured us that there was absolutely no fault. "Kurokawa-sensei is coming." Dr. Satomi rushed out of the duty room and ran towards the elevator. With him in the lead, the head nurse and the trainee nurse looked at each other and followed. The three of them arrived at the elevator and saw the operating elevator slowly starting up. The surgical elevator is locked and parked on the first floor at night, and the elevator sign indicates that the surgical elevator is moving upward on the first floor. None of the three spoke. It was so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard clearly. The head nurse could even hear her own heart pounding. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the intern nurse's body trembling slightly, but she was still holding the video equipment in her hand towards the elevator entrance. The operating elevator went up to the 13th floor smoothly. After it was opened, an elegant male doctor with a beautiful moustache walked out. "It's really Professor Kurokawa!" How could the head nurse, who had worked in the Medical University Affiliated Hospital for half her life, not recognize the pale man in front of her? Her brain seemed to be hit by a hammer, buzzing, and her face was full of disbelief. Then, an extremely intense fear took over her whole body and mind! Professor Kurokawa, who had died long ago, actually came back to life. "Where is the patient?" Professor Kurokawa still had an expressionless and indifferent look on his face, repeating the previous question word for word like a machine. He ignored the three people in front of him, and even when the intern nurse was filming him with a video device, Professor Kurokawa remained indifferent. "In room 1302!" Dr. Satomi vaguely figured out how to communicate with Professor Kurokawa's ghost, and he answered immediately. "Get ready for surgery!" Professor Kurokawa's ghost left a few words and walked straight towards Room 1302. Dr. Satomi and the intern nurse had seen this once before, so they were mentally prepared and followed immediately. Although the head nurse had seen many storms in the hospital, this was the first time she had encountered a supernatural event head-on. Her face turned blue and her lips opened and closed. She wanted to follow, but her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton and were completely out of control.
On a bed near the door of the ward, an old lady with a haggard appearance was lovingly caressing the girl who had fallen asleep on her lap after crying herself tired. If I die, what will happen to Haruko? "Amitabha." The old lady's eyes were filled with tears, and she could not help but pray to the gods and Buddhas, hoping to delay the time as much as possible. Her little granddaughter was only ten years old, and she had to protect the child from the wind and rain until the day she grew up. Just then, the door of the ward was opened and a male doctor with an expressionless and pale face walked in. "The situation is critical and surgery must be performed immediately." The old lady only felt a darkness before her eyes, and then she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Room 1302 is also a double ward. In addition to the old lady and her granddaughter, there is another patient. The patient was also a child, who had fallen asleep, and a couple who looked like parents were taking care of him. The couple also looked sad, and it was unclear whether they were feeling sad for themselves or for the old lady in the same room. "Are you a doctor from the hospital? Why haven't I seen you before? Is there something urgent so late at night?" When the husband saw the uninvited guest breaking into the ward, he felt something was wrong and immediately stood up to question him. But the next moment, he met Professor Kurokawa's strange eyes, as if an unknown force had strangled his throat. An intense fear struck the man's heart. His Adam's apple moved, but he couldn't utter a word. He could only stand there stiffly. "Start the operation!" Professor Kurokawa walked to the old lady's bed, pressed his hands on her chest, and a faint blue light burst out between his hands. A minute later, Mr. Kurokawa withdrew his hand and stood there motionless. "There are only two left. If I can save two more, I can..." “Aaaahahahahaha!” Professor Kurokawa laughed crazily like he did on the first day, then glanced at Dr. Satomi who was standing at the door intentionally or unintentionally, and disappeared again in the white smoke. Dr. Satomi took a deep breath, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he found that Professor Kurokawa's expression became a little more lively from his original almost dead look. "I took the picture, Dr. Satomi..." The intern's face turned pale, her legs felt weak, and her voice trembled, but she could not hide the excitement in her tone. “I took pictures of everything!” ………… The next day, the atmosphere in the conference room of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital was so heavy that it seemed suffocating. Not only Professor Ze Nei, the director of the School of Medicine, but also senior leaders of the affiliated hospitals of the Medical University, including the dean, were all present. Such top-level meetings are only held a few times a year. "Am I really not dreaming?" Professor Zenei's face was as gloomy as water and he put down his subordinate's inspection report.
"That Kurokawa guy... Professor Kurokawa turned into a ghost doctor and can even cure cancer?" This time it was not just Dr. Satomi's one-sided statement. The head nurse and the patient's relatives all said the same thing, and the video had just been played on the projector. With so much evidence in front of him, he could no longer continue to turn a deaf ear. Chapter 131 Chapter 133 Changing Beds (4k) "It is generally true that Professor Kurokawa's ghost can cure cancer. But it must be kept secret for now and should not be made public. Professor Zenei, do you think this is okay?" The dean who presided over the meeting first set the tone for the whole matter. Professor Zenei was silent for a moment and then nodded in agreement with the dean's opinion. The Dean of Medicine is the Dean of the Faculty of Medicine at Nippon Medical University, a university position. A university can have more than one affiliated hospital, so in theory the director of an affiliated hospital should be responsible to the dean of medicine, who in turn should be responsible to the president of the university. The position of the Dean of Medicine is higher than that of the President of the Affiliated Hospital, but their jurisdiction and duties overlap as well as differ. They are not direct leaders, and in reality, their powers in the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University are comparable. Although Professor Zenei was not willing to admit this incredible supernatural event, deep down he was disgusted with Professor Kurokawa, his mortal enemy, who was able to suppress him even after his death and cure his advanced cancer that even he could not cure. But facts speak louder than words, and this time there is both witnesses and physical evidence. After the ghost doctor incident last night, the head nurse reported it overnight. The head nurse's testimony was more convincing than that of Dr. Satomi and several nurses. The video also clearly captured Professor Kurokawa's face, which finally attracted the attention of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. Before the official working hours, a phone call was made to get the staff of the diagnostic department out of bed. A group of doctors and nurses were waiting by the bed in Room 1302. As soon as the old lady woke up, she was arranged to undergo a special examination. Then the film that was taken showed clearly that the malignant tumor in the old lady's liver had shrunk into a small piece, and her liver cancer had turned from late stage to early stage. Even the original cirrhosis of the liver was cured. If we say that the previous significant relief of Miss Ebina's cancer lesions could be barely explained by misdiagnosis, then it would be self-deception to say that the old lady's condition this time is also misdiagnosed. It is impossible for the Medical University Hospital, which is designated by the state as a designated hospital for cancer treatment, to make such a low-level mistake twice. Not to mention that the old lady was transferred to this hospital after her condition worsened. There were also test reports from the previous hospital, and her liver cancer was more serious at that time than it is now. The possibility of two major hospitals making such a low-level mistake at the same time is extremely small. Seeing that the two people at the top of the power pyramid of the entire hospital had this attitude, other senior hospital executives also expressed their agreement. Although doctors are highly educated, they are not conservative and inflexible. On the contrary, the speed with which scientific research results in the medical field are updated is staggering. Doctors have to keep learning and keep up with the progress even after work, otherwise they will be eliminated from the front line. In the face of an ironclad fact, if you continue to ignore it in order to maintain your own fragile worldview, you would be trying to cover up your own faults. "Even a terminal disease like advanced cancer can be cured. Looking at this film, if it takes just one more course of treatment, it may be cured." "It's too luxurious to talk about a radical cure, but the cancer of both patients is in the early stages. As long as they undergo surgery, the five-year survival rate is very high." The hospital's experts looked at the films in their hands with incredible expressions on their faces, and exclaimed in amazement. After treatment of early-stage cancer patients, even if the latest testing technology proves that all parameters are normal, doctors dare not say that the disease is cured, because cancer cells mutate from normal cells every day. Therefore, the professional term is the five-year survival rate. This five-year survival rate does not have any profound mechanism; it is merely statistical data. It is generally believed that if a patient does not have a relapse within five years, he is considered cured, but this is not 100% certain. "Dean, do we need to inform Professor Kurokawa's family about this?" a director said with a strange look on his face. After all, Professor Kurokawa was the Dean of the Medical University during his lifetime, and he left a great reputation in the hospital. "No, this matter must be kept secret! Although the ghost doctor has come to the hospital for two consecutive days, no one can guarantee that he will come in the future. If the ghost doctor never shows up again from now on, and this matter gets out of hand, it will be difficult to resolve, and it will also have a negative impact on the reputation of our hospital." Professor Zenei rejected it without even thinking about it. "We should make preparations first. If Professor Kurokawa comes back today..."
One of the doctors started to speak, but when he saw Professor Zenei's expression was uneasy, he quickly changed the subject: "If the ghost doctor appears, which ward on the thirteenth floor will he appear in?" Professor Kurokawa was in Room 1301 on the first day and in Room 1302 on the second day. These two rooms are closest to the elevator and are both double rooms. "In addition to Miss Ebina who is in the advanced stage of gastric cancer, there is also a patient with uterine cancer in Room 1301, but her life is not in danger. So was she ignored by Professor Kurokawa?" someone said while flipping through the medical records. "The other patient in Room 1302 is a child with bone cancer. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. Even if the limb is amputated, the condition is not optimistic and his life may not be saved. In other words, is it very likely that Professor Kurokawa will appear here this time?" "We'll talk about this later. It's not certain whether Professor Kurokawa will come tonight."