Well, it seems that there has been no patients in this room for a long time.

However, before coming, didn’t the dean say that there were so many patients here that even doctors couldn’t use it? The ward with the door handles falling out of dust here is a little uncomfortable no matter how you look at it.

Hannibal thought about it, then lay on the door and listened carefully to the sound inside.

Nonsense, no one's room, of course there is no sound

Immediately afterwards, Hannibal came to another ward door and touched the door handle with his fingers.

dust

This ward hasn't been used for a long time?

Hannibal's heart was slightly dazed, he speeded up and walked through many doors in a row, but what he got was dirty and floating dust.

So many wards have not been opened for a long time

He turned around and looked at the corridors in front of him with empty lights and dark doors and closed doors on both sides, and a very ridiculous idea came into view.

There will be no only one in this entire hospital, Will, and the director.

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

"Hey, are you the new nurse today?"

This is the voice of a middle-aged man, with a rough voice, but it is quite polite.

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

The man is tall, well-proportioned, and has a very neat hair. He has a typical image of a doctor with his eyes.

And just when Hannibal saw this person, he felt a strange feeling, and it felt the same as when he just walked into this hospital. But Hannibal still didn't catch where the strange thread was.

"Hello, I'm the new caregiver." Hannibal did not show any doubt, but just responded politely.

"Oh, haha-my name is Dior, I'm the doctor in this hospital." The man laughed loudly, then reached out and made a handshake gesture.

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

In this way, Dior became the fourth person he had met in this hospital.

In this case, Hannibal naturally could not miss the opportunity to come to the door, so he quickly started a chat with Dior.

"To be honest, I came on the first day of today, and you were the first doctor I met." Hannibal said.

"Oh, haha-" Dior still smiled habitually: "No wonder we doctors are in the office most of our time."

"Don't you need to do rounds?"

"Of course, and it needs to be twice a day. You also know that our hospital treats some dying patients, so rounds are more important than other hospitals." Dior said.

Hannibal frowned.

Frequent rounds? A hospice hospital naturally needs to be frequently checked, but this can conflict with the dust on the door handle.

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

"Your work is very hard, but why do these wards seem to have not been used for a long time?" he said, and wiped the dust on the door with his hands.

This behavior of exposing the other party's lies on the spot is very impolite and dangerous. It's like when you are having fun in a nightclub, your wife called to check the post temporarily.

"Hey, husband, are you working overtime?"

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

However, after you said the front foot, your wife patted your shoulder, and you looked at each other.

At this time, you only have two options. The first is to admit your mistake immediately, kneel down and beg for mercy in order to deal with it leniently. The second is to burn your boat, slap it, and shout, "I'm lying to you, what's wrong!!"

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 person quietly, waiting for him to give himself an answer.

But what he never expected was.

"Haha, you are new, no wonder you don't know." Dior responded with a smile: "Actually, there is only one patient on the entire floor where you are now."

Hannibal was stunned for a moment: "What? He is the only patient?"

"Yes, I've been working here for a while. There's never been one patient on this floor. I just came here by accident because I pressed the wrong elevator button. When I saw you, I came to say hello, otherwise I wouldn't have come to this floor."

"But why only"

Dior immediately shook his head and interrupted Hannibal's question: "I don't know, and I don't want to care about this. Didn't you sign a contract when you came? Don't ask about all the information about Patient No. 1201. Even if you ask, no one will answer you, because no one knows the answer."

Dior's expression suddenly became serious, just like the dean talked about this matter, but soon, he also replied to his previous attitude: "Haha, let's not talk about these, now it's time to get off work, we can go to the cafeteria to eat something. You know, the food here is much better than I thought." He smiled and turned the topic to another direction

Next, in order to talk to Dior for a while, Hannibal followed him to the hospital cafeteria.

As soon as the door was opened, Hannibal felt a little abrupt. The hospital, which had always been extremely deserted, seemed to have become much more normal all of a sudden, and more than a dozen doctors were eating in the staff's restaurant.

When Hannibal walked out of the elevator, the doctors' eyes naturally looked over. I guess they could easily think that they were the new nurse today.

Well, it seems that this has become a little bit like a normal hospital. Hannibal thought, and these doctors also look easy to get along with, because everyone is looking at them and they are very enthusiastic, and a few have even taken the initiative to say hello to them.

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

They were all looking at themselves, it had been 30 seconds. Some people had even stopped eating, and the spoon in their hands was hanging in the air, smiling and moving with their own pace.
Chapter completed!