140. The Nonexistent Department

Room 502 must be on the fifth floor, and the Pathway to get to the fifth floor, as it stands, is by the stairs.

Lu Ban returned to the lobby from the nurses' station, only to find that the sky around him had completely darkened.

As he reached the doorway, he peered through the glass door.

The night was so dark that even the security guard post not far away could not be seen. There were no stars Moon, and the night enveloped everything.

Lu Ban even suspected that when the mission began, they might have already entered some other dimension.

He did not rush out of the hospital, and the precautionary mission failed.

After confirming the explosives strapped to the pillar, Lu Ban decided to eat something first.

He found a place to sit and took out water and compressed rations.

People need food to work; if you don't eat your fill, you won't have the strength to work.

Lu Ban ate a mouthful of dry rations and drank a mouthful of water, which filled his hungry stomach.

The taste of compressed dry food nowadays is much better than before. It's not so bad to eat it as a snack, as it's a bit high in calories, but it's not too bad for satisfying hunger.

While eating, Lu Ban looked at the red-covered notebook, which had many missing pages. Considering the years the records were kept, there was at least one missing page almost every year.

"If each missing page represents a missing person, then this hospital has one missing person every year? And they're all nurses?"

Lu Ban felt there was a big problem.

Although he didn't have any particular feelings about nurse uniforms, there might be some people who really like them.

For the sake of ordinary people who like nurse uniforms, Lu Ban also needs to investigate this incident thoroughly.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lu Ban stood up.

He walked toward the stairwell, passing by several clinics along the way. The equipment in these clinics had naturally been moved out, leaving only empty rooms. The light from the flashlight illuminated the mottled marks on the once snow-white walls, sparking the imagination.

As Lu Ban passed through two consultation rooms and arrived at the door of the third consultation room, the beam of his flashlight swept across the room, and he noticed that this consultation room was a little different.

Light pierced through the dilapidated door, illuminating the consultation room, which contained tables, chairs, and several hospital beds.

This is clearly a clinic for examining the body's limbs.

Why was this table the only one that wasn't moved?

Lu Ban walked into the consultation room. It was spacious, with tables and cabinets standing there. Apart from being a bit old, there were no signs of damage.

He shone his flashlight on the table, and there was no dust on the surface, as if someone had been using it all along.

When he arrived at the hospital bed, Lu Ban felt that the shape of the bed was a bit strange. He gestured to it and realized that although he was only 1.85 meters tall, an average person, this bed probably couldn't even fit a 1.7-meter-tall person, and most of his feet would have to stick out.

Moreover, there is a depression at the bottom of the hospital bed.

This appears to be a special-purpose hospital bed.

Lu Ban wasn't quite sure, but he went to the hospital very infrequently.

Every year when the flu season arrives, while others are constantly sneezing, he remains perfectly healthy and rarely catches a cold or fever.

He felt it was a great pity.

According to Lu Ban's theory of immunity, colds and fevers indicate that one's immune function is working normally, which is equivalent to daily exercise. However, if one does not catch a cold for many years, the body's immune function will not be exercised, and if one does get sick, it will be a serious illness.

Pulling his thoughts back to the bed, Lu Ban tried to lie down on it.

Sure enough, the bed was too short for him.

Moreover, there were strange armrests on both sides of the bed. He couldn't touch these armrests when he lay down, but he could put his legs on them to form an open position.

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Lu Ban felt that his current posture of luring the enemy into a trap was a bit off.

Just as he was about to put his leg down, he heard a metallic clanging sound.

That was the sound of a scalpel being picked up from the instrument tray. Lu Ban looked down and saw a doctor in a white coat standing next to his hospital bed.

The doctor was tall, and his white coat was filthy, stained with what looked like mud or blood. He wore a thick medical mask, and his hair was tied up in a cap. The doctor had dark skin and lifeless eyes, as if he had been dead for a long time.

He held a scalpel in his right hand and pliers in his left, walking towards Lu Ban without saying a word.

Is he going to have surgery on himself?

In Lu Ban's [True Sight], the doctor's figure is ethereal, not like a real person, but more like Air Friend. The scalpel in his hand, however, is real and can easily cut through a person's skin.

"Who are you?"

Lu Ban hurriedly tried to put his feet down, but found that his body was as if it were being pressed down by a heavy object, and he could only watch as the doctor approached, the scalpel in his hand gleaming coldly.

A sense of dread rose up Lu Ban's spine. Without hesitation, he conjured a silver revolver in his hand.

[Last Words] Loaded, the Speech Bullet accurately hit the doctor.

Lu Ban had no time to consider the effects, so he used the most powerful one: the Speech Bullet from the Great Being's murmur.

In an instant, Lu Ban saw the other person stop. Then, the restraints on Lu Ban's body were released, and he immediately jumped off the bed.

The doctor covered his head, seemingly in Affliction, and curled up into a ball.

Lu Ban grabbed a crowbar and struck him on the head.

A solid tactile sensation came through, Lu Ban was a little curious; this thing actually had a physical form.

He saw that the doctor who had fainted Motionless, seemingly unconscious.

So, Lu Ban boldly picked up a crowbar and used it to remove the mask from the doctor's face.

He saw the other person's face.

Perhaps, that cannot be called a human face.

This face has no skin, only flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood are not complete, with many stitches. In other words, this face, this head, was stitched together.

Such suture marks have spread to the body, and it is clear that these suture marks are not simply stitching up wounds, but forcibly blending tissues from different bodies together.

This doctor, like Frankenstein, was like a person made of body parts.

Lu Ban listened, but there was no heartbeat.

Lu Ban even felt that this guy might not even have a heart.

Sizzle—

A metallic clanging sound came from the corridor, as if something was moving around inside. Lu Ban peeked out and saw a tall man wearing a white coat.

However, what the doctor was holding was not a scalpel, but an orthopedic saw used for amputation.

The rusty saw made a sharp, rattling sound that echoed through the corridor.

"Are these monsters mutated from humans?"

Lu Ban guessed that he was leaning against the wall, hiding in the shadows, when he heard the footsteps and sawing sounds gradually approaching from outside, pausing briefly behind him before continuing forward.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but suddenly a head popped out from the right side of Lu Ban, near the door of the clinic.

The doctor, wearing a mask and hat and holding a saw, peered inside.