"His patient number is the same as mine?" Dr. Sun's words immediately caught Chen Ge's attention. "Since you know his patient number is the same as mine, you must know my number too, right?"
"When you learn his number, you'll learn yours." Dr. Sun's voice grew softer and softer. "If you want to leave the hospital as soon as possible, you'd better find all the jars and remember what's inside them."
"I only need to remember?" Chen Ge's pupils narrowed. He looked at the eyeballs submerged in black threads, and for an instant, a terrifying feeling came over him, as though the jars contained his own features.
Relying on nothing but his instincts, Chen Ge voiced one last thought. "Could these things be parts of me that are missing?"
Dr. Sun was startled by Chen Ge's question. With his back to Dr. Gao, he gave a slight nod, then fell silent.
"The familiar, pungent stench, the glass jars filled with black threads, and the patient split into seven parts." Chen Ge's mind was in chaos. He had no idea what to do. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to take the jars with him, but he only had two hands and couldn't carry them all. And even if he did, where could he put them?
As he reached out to touch a glass jar on the bookshelf, a series of hideous faces appeared among the black threads inside. They wailed and slammed against the glass, only to be dragged back by blood threads emerging from their features.
"Dr. Sun, this glass jar looks dangerous, but I don't think it'll hurt us. Why don't you help me carry one?" Chen Ge hoped Dr. Sun would help, but the doctor flatly refused.
The doctors didn't seem willing to touch the