The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 263 Greed
Well, it looks like this room hasn't had a patient for a long time.

However, before coming here, didn't the dean say that recently there are so many patients here that even the doctors can't be used?A ward with dusty doorknobs doesn't fit well no matter how you look at it.

Hannibal pondered, then leaned against the door and listened carefully. There was no sound from inside.

Nonsense, no one's room, no sound of course.
Immediately afterwards, Hannibal came to the door of another ward and touched the doorknob with his finger
dust
This ward has not been used for a long time?
Hannibal's heart was in a trance for a moment, he quickened his pace, and walked through many doors in succession, but what he got was dirty hands full of ash.

There are so many wards, none of which have been opened for a long time
He turned around and looked at the empty corridor in front of him, with dim lights and closed doors on both sides, and a very absurd thought came to him.

In the whole hospital, it's not just me, Will, and the dean.

Just when this idea was about to take shape, a voice suddenly interrupted Hannibal's thoughts.

"Hi, are you the new nurse today?"

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, a little rough but polite.

Hannibal turned around and saw a man in a white coat behind him.

This man is tall, well-proportioned, with neat hair and eyes. A typical image of a doctor.

And when Hannibal saw this person, he felt a strange feeling, the same as when he first walked into this hospital.But Hannibal still couldn't grasp where the strange thread was.

"Hello. I'm a new nurse." Hannibal didn't show any doubts, but responded politely.

"Oh, haha——my name is Dio, and I'm a doctor in this hospital." The man laughed loudly, then stretched out his hand and made a handshake gesture.

Hannibal hesitated for half a second, then extended his hand politely. "My name is Hannibal." He said.

In this way, Dio became the fourth person he had seen in this hospital.

That being the case, Hannibal naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity that came to him, and he quickly chatted with Dio.

"To be honest, it's the first day I'm here today, and you're the first doctor I see." Hannibal said.

"Oh, haha——" Dio still smiled habitually: "It's no wonder that our doctors are in the office most of the time."

"You guys don't need a ward round?"

"Of course it is necessary, and it needs to be done twice a day. As you know, our hospital treats terminally ill patients, so ward rounds are more important than other hospitals," Dior said.

Hannibal frowned.

Do rounds often?A hospice will naturally have to do frequent rounds, but this can be contradicted by dust on doorknobs.

Hannibal hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he pointed to the ward opposite him.

"You work very hard, but... why do these wards look like they haven't been used for a long time?" He said, and wiped the dust on the door with his hand.

This kind of behavior of exposing the other party's lies on the spot is very impolite and dangerous.It's like when you are having a great time in a nightclub, your wife called from a temporary check-up.

"Hey, husband, are you working overtime?"

"Yeah, wife, I'm working overtime." Nonsense, you must say that.

However, after you finished speaking, your wife patted you on the shoulder, and your eyes met.

At this time, you have only two options. The first is to admit your mistake immediately and beg for mercy on your knees in order to seek leniency.The second is that you broke the boat, slapped it, and shouted, "I lied to you, what's the matter!" ! '.

The results of these two methods are definitely not very good, but they can force the other party to give themselves an explanation.

This is exactly what Hannibal wants most at this moment.So, he looked at the other party quietly, waiting for him to give himself an answer.

However, what he never expected was that.

"Haha, you're new here, no wonder you don't know about it." Dio responded with a smile: "Actually, the entire floor you're on now has only one patient in No. 1201."

Hannibal froze for a moment: "What? He's the only patient?"

"Yes, I have been working here for a while. There has always been only one patient on this floor. I just came here by accident because I pressed the wrong elevator button. I happened to see you, so I came here Say hello, otherwise, I wouldn't have come to this floor."

"But. Why only."

Dio immediately shook his head and interrupted Hannibal's question: "I don't know, and I don't want to care about this either. Didn't you sign the contract when you came here? Don't let any information about patient 1201 Ask, and even if you ask, no one will answer you, because no one knows the answer."

Dio's expression became serious all of a sudden, just like when the dean talked about this matter, but soon, he also replied to his previous attitude: "Haha - well, don't talk about this, now it's off work It's time, we can go to the cafeteria to eat something, you know, the food here is much better than expected." He smiled and turned the topic in another direction.

Next, in order to have a longer conversation with Dio, Hannibal took the elevator with him to the hospital cafeteria.

As soon as he opened the door, the scene in front of him made Hannibal feel a little awkward. The hospital, which had been extremely deserted, seemed to have become a lot more normal all of a sudden. More than a dozen doctors were eating in the staff cafeteria.

When Hannibal stepped out of the elevator, the doctors all looked over naturally. Presumably, they could easily think that they were the new nurses who arrived today.

Well, it looks like a normal hospital, Hannibal thought, and these doctors seem to be easy to get along with, because everyone is looking at him and they are very enthusiastic , Several of them even took the initiative to say hello to themselves.

However, what made Hannibal a little uncomfortable was whether these people were a little too enthusiastic.

They were all looking at themselves for a full 30 seconds, and some of them even stopped eating, with the spoons in their hands hanging in the air, smiling and moving their eyes following their steps.

In those eyes, it was greed rather than enthusiasm.

(End of this chapter)