The older nurse led the balding chief physician to a refrigerated compartment. She tried several times to pull it open, but her hands trembled so badly with fear that she never managed it.
The balding physician shot the older nurse a dissatisfied glance. She had spent half her life working in a hospital, so why was she still afraid of a few corpses when it came down to it?
He simply pulled the compartment drawer open himself and looked inside. A body lay there with a peaceful expression, dressed in blue-and-white hospital clothes, its feet bare.
"Is there something wrong with this body?"
The balding physician took a pair of glasses from his breast pocket and studied the body carefully for half a minute before looking up in confusion to ask.
The remains were very well preserved, with no damage to the limbs. The face looked as peaceful as if the person were asleep. Even without a mortician preparing it, the body could be displayed directly at a funeral for the bereaved to pay their last respects.
"Chief, take a look at the soles of the feet."
The balding physician lowered his head and examined the soles. They were slightly blackened, with dust clinging to them.
"Why are the soles so dirty? Was the body not properly cleaned?"
The balding physician frowned as he spoke.
Although the hospital was not a funeral home, the face, hands, and feet still had to be cleaned a little before a body was sent to the morgue, allowing the deceased to depart with some dignity. That was also one of the nurses' duties.
"No, we did clean the bodies properly," the older nurse hurriedly explained.
"Then what is going on here?"
"This is the strange thing I wanted to report to you, Chief. It