I can't think of the answer, I can't hardly write it. I have only written so much on the medical record. I can't understand those few pages of professional testing data at all. I can only "crack" by a professional doctor like Lao Qiao./p>

Gu Yu parked his car outside the gate of the sanatorium. The reasoning time was over. Qiao Tang got out of the car. His usual calmness no longer existed. He walked in a hurry and stepped into the gate before us./p>

The sanatorium exposed to the sun was less gloomy and more decadent. The corpse lying on the corridor of Qiao Tang did not stop at all./p>

I saw that Tengrui seemed to be very interested in this corpse. He squatted on the ground and observed it carefully, but he didn't bother him. Anyway, there should be no danger in the yard./p>

Qiao Tang ran directly to the operating room I mentioned. I went to the corridor on the third floor to get the medical records. Tom followed Lao Qiao to the basement./p>

The sun shone through the dusty window into the corridor, and the medical records were lying alone on the windowsill, and in the closed ward doors, dozens of corpses were still stinking./p>

Anesthesia gas...dehydration...three to five days.../p>

The quiet atmosphere around me calmed down my thoughts. I confirmed that the tragedy was born on the night before the disaster. I suddenly realized what I had missed before./p>

Even if the anesthesia/intoxication gas used by crazy doctors can allow patients to sleep for a day and a night, it is time for them to wake up on the day of the disaster./p>

If it is anesthetic/intoxicating, the patient will die of suffocation instead of dehydration, so I came to the conclusion that the patients here did not mutate after the virus explosion!/p>

But even if they didn't become zombies, there must be other problems. They gave up jumping into the window and escaped and died of sleep in the ward./p>

Judging from the location of the bodies in the room, they are not incapable of moving. There are very few people lying on the bed and dying. Most patients stand in the center of the ground, at the door or in the corner, and some even sit under the windowsill./p>

They reminded me of the little white mouse trapped in the maze. Its exit was right in front of me, but I turned a blind eye./p>

Why? I asked myself over and over again, it had nothing to do with the mystery of the mystery. This involved viral immunity. None of the patients in the entire nursing home had become corrupted after the virus exploded./p>

I hurriedly sent the medical record to the operating room upstairs. Qiao Tang was already wearing rubber gloves, and Gu Yu was helping him flip through the body./p>

"This is a medical record. I want to find something and call me when I leave." Leave this sentence, I ran away like a gust of wind./p>

What I am looking for is the medical records of other patients, and I want to know if they have symptoms of excessive fever a few days before the virus explosion./p>

Of course, the medical records will not be placed in the ward. I searched all the offices and nurse stations and searched through the medical records that were piled up like hills./p>

"No, no, no..." No one has a high fever. Does the virus don't like mental patients? Although the nursing home is closed, doctors and nurses can go out, so the virus has a way to come in./p>

I threw down the last medical record and then thought that the crazy doctor just locked up the patient, but killed all the medical staff with his own hands. Maybe the problem is not on the patient?/p>

The logistics department must have a check-in record, but now the check-in is either recording fingerprints or scanning the face, and the information must be found on the computer./p>

I really regretted that I had little power when I was used, so I had to go to the backup motor in the sanatorium, but the motor was no longer oily./p>

The computer cannot be turned on, and my guesses cannot be confirmed. I looked around in the office of the Personnel Department, and finally my eyes were frozen on the drawer of the desk./p>

No matter how advanced the computer is, some things cannot be replaced, such as leave request./p>

The more formal the unit is, the more complicated the system is. Even if you only take one day off, you must have a leave note issued by a regular hospital./p>

I opened the locked drawer and neatly placed notepads of all sizes. I flipped through it and found a clip that specializes in storing employee leave notes./p>

Turning back according to the date, my page turn action stopped seven days before the virus explosion. Only three people asked for leave in these seven days, and they were all leave./p>

I read it again from the beginning and now no one has asked for sick leave last year. All leave notes are casual leave, bereavement leave, and marriage leave./p>

I went to search the file cabinet again, found out the entry form of medical staff, and check their entry time./p>

In the employee file, I found an unusual place where the employees here all joined the same year, aged between 22 and 25./p>

At that time, the sanatorium had been open for three years, and suddenly there was a major change. Even the guards and security guards had changed new people. It was really unusual. And until the disaster, none of the employees had resigned for a full ten years./p>

Is it that they are too good to leave? Or can they not leave for some reason?/p>

"What an interesting nursing home." I muttered while turning the pages./p>

Since this group of people joined the company ten years ago, where did the earlier group of medical staff go?/p>

I was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the office, but I couldn't find the information from ten years ago. The three years when the nursing home was first opened seemed to be blank./p>

From the surface, this is just an ordinary nursing home with snow-white walls, neat wards, and green grass in the yard./p>

However, under this peaceful and quiet appearance, there seems to be hidden the most stigmatized secret./p>

I found the name of the crazy doctor in a bunch of file bags, and now he has worked here for the shortest time, only three years./p>

Suddenly, I heard Gu Yu call me, and quickly stuffed the printing paper in my hand back into the file bag and ran to the operating room upstairs./p>

Standing at the door of the operating room, I saw a shocking scene. The body on the operating table disappeared, and instead a young man sat on it./p>

He has seventy-six-point facial features and the same scholarly temperament as Qiao Tang, and he lacks one eye and three toes./p>

Qiao Tang put on his surgical gown and covered the eye with gauze./p>

"Is he?" I guessed the answer vaguely, but I couldn't believe it./p>

"My father." Qiao Tang introduced calmly: "She is Sang Rou."/p>

"Hello, Dr. Qiao." I politely said hello./p>

Dr. Qiao had no expression on his face, but his eyes were so pure that they didn't look like an adult. He repeated in confusion: "Dr. Qiao?"/p>

"My father's name is Qiao Xi, he has lost his memory." Qiao Tang explained./p>

The first aid kit is placed on the shelf next to the operating table, and the brain inside is gone. It is obvious that it has returned to its original owner./p>

I didn't expect that the immortal brain actually had such resilience. There were no traces of the cut on Dr. Qiao's head, and the sawed skull seemed to have grown back. In short, his head looked the same as the original one./p>

Since he can recover to this level, why are the eyes and foot addresses still missing?/p>

My eyes drifted to these two parts with my thoughts. Dr. Qiao noticed me looking at his eyes and toes and said gently: "Sorry, it's scary, right?"/p>

I waved my hand quickly and told the questions in my heart directly. Qiao Tang also looked clueless. It seemed that Dr. Qiao had lost his memory very thoroughly./p>

Maybe the disappointment on my face was too obvious. Qiao Tang hesitated and said: "He was injured when he came back. His brain might have mutated later. The mutated brain preserves the form after his injury. Regeneration can only be restored to this form, but there are still many loopholes in this speculation."/p>

"Then he doesn't remember you?"/p>

"Yes, I just communicated with him, and his intelligence was not affected."/p>

"This is simply a miracle." I sighed sincerely and was happy for Qiao Tang./p>

Amnesia is not a big problem, they are father and son. After all, blood is thicker than water, and they will always get closer after spending a long time together./p>

Fortunately, the person who dug up Dr. Qiao's brain did not deal with his body. Maybe it was because of the urgent time, or maybe it was because he could be resurrected, otherwise the father and son would be separated forever. I sighed for a moment, and felt that their reunion was like the arrangement of fate./p>

Dr. Qiao looks very young. His actual age should be in his early forties, but now he looks only in his early thirties. Standing with Qiao Tang is like two brothers./p>

More than ten years have left no trace on him, I think this should be attributed to the immortal brain./p>

Gu Yu asked me what I had, and I immediately told them my present. This nursing home was full of weirdness. I suspected that they had changed the entire batch of medical staff to study Dr. Qiao./p>

Unfortunately, I didn't find the boss behind the nursing home, but I think they were the people who cheated Dr. Qiao's body./p>

They brought Dr. Qiao's body here, and after resurrection he was a madman, and the sanatorium was closed, so he could not escape alone. The mental hospital was fully equipped, just to cover their research./p>

These people are very cunning and cautious. Now all the medical staff who know the inside story are dead. It is also unknown whether the master behind the scenes is alive./p>

Fortunately, we found Dr. Qiao and reunited them with father and son. I think this is more meaningful than tracing the real murderer behind the scenes./p>

Gu Yu had checked the dormitory of medical staff. I think it is necessary to search again, maybe you can find clues in their personal belongings./p>

Dr. Qiao, who had just been resurrected, needs rest, but the ward cannot be accommodated. Qiao Tang helped Dr. Qiao to the doctor's lounge on duty./p>

Gu Yu and I went to the staff dormitory to leave some space for the father and son to be alone./p>

Lao Qiao lifted the crazy doctor's body from the basement. I asked him what he was going to do, and he said he wanted to have an autopsy./p>

He is a brain surgeon, not a forensic doctor, why is he interested in a corpse?/p>

Faced with my questions, Lao Qiao just smiled mysteriously and said that he would notify me again if there was any result./p>

Perhaps it was the tragedy of the mental sanatorium that aroused everyone's enthusiasm for reasoning, and Tengrui in the yard was still fiddling with the locked doorman's corpse./p>

Gu Yu and I walked into the employee dormitory building. The woman lived on two floors upstairs and the man lived on two floors downstairs. The layout in the dormitory is very simple. Each room has four beds and a table in front of the window, which is similar to the school dormitory./p>

This place is completely different from what I imagined. There is no unnecessary decoration in the dormitory of the female nurse. The bedding is uniform at first glance and lacks personal colors./p>

They have too few personal belongings, as if they are living a life isolated from the world, and it is likely that the militarized management is implemented here./p>

Without extra personal supplies, there is no clue. All of this seems to be expected by the boss behind the sanatorium./p>

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