Deception and Conscience

The head nurse in white led the two of them around another corridor and introduced the place.

"Bed Four used to have an old lady in her eighties staying there."

"She died of throat cancer three days ago."

"While she was alive, she loved watching TV. After she died, that television started turning itself on and off, and it even changed channels by itself."

As she spoke, the nurse seemed somewhat frightened and looked around in both directions.

Huang Yaozu looked toward one of the bedrooms with its door open. It was no more than ten square meters, with the bed and toilet crammed into the same space.

The stench of sweat mingled with the smell of the toilet, drifting out through the doorway and forcing its way into their nostrils.

An old man sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the toilet.

That was how the eldercare ward was.

They were all elderly people with limited mobility, and there were only so many nurses. Having toilets in the bedrooms, beside the beds, or even built into hollowed-out bed frames was an unavoidable measure for convenience.

Unless a family was willing to spend a fortune hiring someone specifically to take the elderly person to the restroom.

The nurse then led them into a larger medical room and pointed to one of the beds.

"That's the television!" She pointed at it. "Every nurse on this floor has been scared half to death by it."

"Come to think of it, it'd be better to move all the patients to the second floor. It's safer that way."

"But do you think the old lady might still be here?"

Neither Huang Yaozu nor Li Guoqiang answered her question.

"Where's the electricity meter?" Huang Yaozu asked.

"I'll take you there." The nurse led him toward