pertwk Chapter 297 We should listen to him
Chapter 297 We should listen to him
The bell in the peach tree says: Read this book!
"Could it be...could it be an actor?"
The assistant forced a smile, her voice sounding like it was being squeezed from her throat:
"It must be an actor, right?"
The assistant director and Yang Mi glanced at her but didn't say anything.
They knew the girl was terrified.
How could there possibly be actors playing doctors here, risking other people's lives?
Suddenly there was a noise behind me.
The assistant director suddenly turned around—
The hospital's main entrance had been closed at some point.
A person stood at the door, wearing a gray-blue uniform with the brim of his hat pulled low.
"Are you...a security guard for the film crew?"
The assistant director's voice was trembling uncontrollably.
The man frowned:
"What film crew? I'm a security guard at Angel Hospital."
Angel Hospital—the fictional hospital in the small town of Rhine.
The assistant director's Adam's apple bobbed as he mustered his courage and asked:
"Um... sir, how do I get out?"
His tone was humble to the core, with an almost pleading quality at the end.
Honestly, he felt he had done a great job by not being so terrified as his assistant.
The security guard explained expressionlessly:
"It's already nine o'clock, and the hospital's main entrance is closed."
If you need to leave, go through the emergency room door.
The assistant director's eyes widened suddenly, like two glass beads about to pop out of their sockets, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth:
"From...from the emergency room?"
Yang Mi noticed that the moment those two words reached the assistant director's ears, he became completely dejected.
After the security guard finished speaking, he ignored everyone and turned to walk deeper into the corridor.
The assistant director stared at the figure from behind, his pupils dilating little by little.
because--
The security guard's head was so smooth it looked like it had been sliced off with a knife.
No, it's not "like".
That's just a piece of paper!
His head only has a front view, not a back view.
Yang Mi swallowed hard, feeling like her throat was stuffed with sandpaper.
"Quickly...call the police!"
The assistant director shakily pulled out his phone, tapping the screen several times before finally pressing the dial button.
"Call the police, yes, call the police..."
The phone is on.
A sweet female voice came from the receiver:
"Welcome to Angel Hospital. How can I help you?"
The assistant director screamed and flung his phone away as if it were burning hot, where it bounced twice on the ground.
He lunged at the main entrance like a madman, pounding the iron gate with his fists, his roar echoing through the empty hall.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
The security guard returned in less than five seconds.
This time, his face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm:
"Speaking loudly is prohibited inside the hospital."
If you want to leave, go through the emergency room.
The assistant director collapsed in front of the door, his face covered in tears and snot:
"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer!"
Suspicion flickered in the security guard's eyes:
Why can't you understand what I'm saying?
I suspect there's something wrong with your brain; you need to get it checked.
"Don't come any closer!!"
The assistant director screamed.
A picture suddenly flashed through his mind—
The man who lived in the mountain god's temple said the place was unclean...
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Yang Mi bit her tongue, and the rusty, bloody taste exploded in her mouth, making her a little more sober.
She rushed forward in her high heels, but the security guards were already standing in front of the assistant director.
He reached out, spread his fingers, and grabbed the assistant director's head.
next second.
"Click—"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was as clear as the snapping of a wet twig.
The assistant director's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
Above the neck, there is nothing.
Fresh blood gushed from the cut, spreading out like a slowly blooming flower on the white floor tiles.
The assistant's mouth opened—
Yang Mi covered her mouth and pulled her into her arms.
His palms were covered in his assistant's cold saliva and hot tears.
The security guard said that loud talking is prohibited inside the hospital.
The security guard carried the assistant director by the head upstairs.
He muttered to himself as he walked, a hint of annoyance in his voice:
"I wonder if psychiatrists have gone home yet... and if they can still perform brain examinations now..."
The footsteps gradually faded away, disappearing around the corner of the stairs.
Yang Mi released her grip, panting heavily.
The assistant squatted on the ground, hugging his knees, trembling all over, muttering repeatedly in a broken voice:
"We should listen to him...it's not clean here...we should listen to him..."
Yang Mi grabbed her hand.
"I'll take you away."
The assistant looked up, and through her teary eyes, she saw Yang Mi's face—
That face, which was always smiling on screen, now looked as resolute as if it had been carved with a knife.
She was clearly a delicate beauty, but at this moment she was more reliable than any man.
The fear was temporarily suppressed.
The assistant obediently stood up, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.
The two women followed the signs on the wall.
The green "Emergency" arrow glowed faintly in the dim light.
Arrived.
When they saw the words "Emergency Department," they finally understood why the assistant director had broken down so much when he heard "Emergency Room."
Because the emergency room was not even fully built.
There weren't even any lights.
It was a warehouse crammed full of construction materials.
Broken wood, waste cardboard boxes, and unopened prop boxes were piled up haphazardly, and the air was filled with the smell of plywood and dust.
however--
There are doctors and nurses here.
They were busy in the darkness.
Without a nurses' station, they stood amidst a pile of construction debris, typing on non-existent keyboards;
With no payment window, they filled out forms that didn't exist.
Two nurses ran past Yang Mi, pushing a wooden box as if it were a stretcher.
They ran while anxiously shouting:
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
A doctor walked over quickly:
"Prepare for surgery immediately!"
They disappeared into the darkness at the end of the corridor.
Yang Mi and her assistant felt a chill run through their bodies, a chill that went straight to their bones.
This scene is too bizarre, too absurd!
"Excuse me—is there anything I can help you with?"
The sound came from the right front.
Yang Mi turned her head and saw the nurse.
She was standing in the middle of a pile of garbage.
It lay crookedly under half of an "emergency room table" prop sign.
The assistant gripped Yang Mi's clothes tightly, her nails digging into the fabric.
She lowered her head, staring at the tips of her shoes, not daring to look at the nurse.
Yang Mi took a deep breath:
"The security guard said we can get out through the emergency room door. Where...is the door?"
The sound was more stable than I had expected.
The nurse smiled and pointed to a wall not far away:
"Right there."
The assistant suddenly looked up and followed the finger—
wall.
There wasn't even a trace of the door frame.
"Where...where is the door?" Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.
The nurse narrowed her glasses, her smile growing increasingly sinister.
"This lady seems to have poor eyesight."
It might need to be checked.
The moment the last sentence was uttered, the entire floor fell silent.
All the nurses, all the doctors, all those busy in the dark—stopped at the same time.
It's like someone pressed the pause button.
A barrage of malicious gazes were fixed on the assistant.
The assistant burst into tears, but she covered her mouth tightly, not daring to utter a sound.
Yang Mi stepped aside, shielding her from her assistant, and forced a smile:
"My sister is nearsighted, but she doesn't wear glasses, so she doesn't need to get checked."
Of all the roles she's played, this smile is the one that took the most effort to achieve.
The nurse looked at the assistant with suspicion.
The assistant nodded frantically, like a chick pecking at rice.
The silence lasted for three seconds, or perhaps three centuries.
Doctors and nurses got busy again, and the sounds of footsteps, trolleys, and shouts filled the air once more.
The ER nurse still had doubt in her eyes, but a smile played on her lips.
"Then—please, both of you, leave."
"Thank you." After saying that, Yang Mi pulled her assistant and quickly walked towards the wall.
The walls were rough and cold, with no trace of a door.
The assistant's hands started shaking again:
"Sister Honey...that nurse is still watching us..."
What should we do...? We should listen to that person... We shouldn't have come...
Yang Mi did not turn around.
Her gaze fell on the corner of the wall—
A fire axe hangs on the iron frame.
Her brain was racing, and she finally made a decision.
Yang Mi grabbed the fire axe, gripped it tightly with both hands, and swung it around, smashing it against the wall.
"boom--"
A dull thud exploded in the empty hall, sending dust flying from the ceiling.
The assistant covered her head in terror:
"Honey! Are you crazy?! What if you attract security?!"
Yang Mi didn't stop.
"Don't speak loudly."
She was panting heavily as the axe fell again:
"It didn't say we couldn't break down the wall."
Fortunately, it was successful.
No nurses came over.
No doctor stopped.
There were no security guards present.
This hospital is a prop building; the walls are not as solid as real concrete.
A dozen minutes later, the axe cleaved through the last plank, and a cold wind rushed in through the gap, carrying the fishy, sweet smell of the night.
Yang Mi dropped the axe, completely exhausted.
She pointed to the narrow opening, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, her voice hoarse like sandpaper:
"Hurry up and go."
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