Special Forces Medic-Chapter 662 - 624: This Wall Has a Problem

Xiao Lin walked into the room with a seven-colored lamp, turning on the incandescent light. The SOS marks appeared in everyone's sight, leaving all shocked on the spot.

"Do I need to say anything more, everyone?" Xiao Lin turned off the light, and Hua Qingyi turned on the wall lamp.

"This was written with blood. This room must have been tampered with, right?" Hua Qingyi turned to Zhao Yousheng, with the corner of his mouth curling. "That's why Dean Zhao drew the curtains. Where are the people here?"

"I don't know!" Zhao Yousheng shook his head. If there had been a cushion or chair beneath him, he would have collapsed into it, beginning to despair.

"Officer Wu, how do you think we should handle this?" Xiao Lin tossed the question to Wu Shuang and gave her a look before stepping aside with Hua Qingyi. "We have already applied for a lockdown from Dragon Soul Headquarters at the first moment. The aftermath handling will require you police to step in."

"I understand." Wu Shuang was the first to walk out of the room, starting her deployment.

Mu Rongyun stayed on the edge of Wu Shuang, unable to resist turning back to look at the room, walking back to the door to peek inside.

"Is there anything wrong?" Hua Qingyi blocked in front of him, the hostility at this moment much deeper than in the brick kiln factory.

"Isn't it a bit late to want to guard against me now?" Mu Rongyun, with a taunting tone, forced Hua Qingyi aside, both unwilling to yield in the silent confrontation.

Xiao Lin stepped between the two first to prevent them from fighting on the spot. Mu Rongyun walked back and forth in the room, feeling the walls with his fingers, not even sparing the space under the bed.

"What are you looking for?" Xiao Lin asked at Mu Rongyun's strange behavior, his peripheral vision still watching Zhao Yousheng closely.

"How much blood is needed to write so many SOS signals?" Mu Rongyun evaded the question. "What tool did he use to create the bloodstains?"

"Dean Zhao, do you know?" Xiao Lin threw the question to Zhao Yousheng, squinting his eyes at him.

"Officer, I really don't know, there is this here."

"Oh! Then where is the patient who originally stayed here now? At that time, which doctor treated him? You must at least know that!"

"Ask Dr. Zhou, he is the most senior and highly educated in our hospital."

Xiao Lin glanced at Hua Qingyi, who walked out the door. Mu Rongyun was still searching the room, his movements growing larger. Wu Shuang had been out for a long time, leaving the three of them in the room, so Xiao Lin pulled Zhao Yousheng outside.

"Dean Zhao, being the dean of this hospital, claiming you don't know even this, is it not a bit irresponsible?" Xiao Lin whispered in Zhao Yousheng's ear, intentionally or unintentionally stirring Zhao Yousheng's already fragile heart. "Dean Zhao, this is not a small matter. SOS is a kind of distress signal; I can't help but suspect there are untold secrets in your hospital." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Zhao Yousheng stared blankly ahead, walking forward alone. Xiao Lin didn't continue to follow but let people around him maintain a distance, simply watching over him. He turned to see Mu Rongyun pondering over a wall, the other side of which was a patient with suicidal tendencies.

"Wu Shuang is alone downstairs."

"There's something wrong with this wall." Mu Rongyun knocked on the wall, producing a rhythmic tapping sound, while a similar response from the other end followed, and he looked at Xiao Lin, who was also watching him.

Mu Rongyun was using Morse code, a kind of signal code with intermittent signals; this code expresses different English letters, numbers, and punctuations through varying arrangements.

Xiao Lin was about to say something when Mu Rongyun stopped him. He leaned against the wall, Xiao Lin also leaned up, but the tapping from the other side of the wall was evidently disorganized.

"What are you two doing?" Wu Shuang rubbed her forehead and walked into the room, looking amused at the two of them leaning against the wall.

"How are things downstairs?" Xiao Lin stood up first; Wu Shuang looked quite troubled.

"Transferring the patients from here to another hospital will take a long time, contacting other hospitals and beds all require waiting, so currently, we can only allow visits but not accept new patients."

"Is that car from the City Council?" Xiao Lin walked to the window, inquiring Wu Shuang. A black car was parked by the roadside, having been there since he opened the curtains earlier. "Did you notify the dean of this hospital?"

"No!"

"Oh!" Xiao Lin watched as Mu Rongyun continued tapping on the wall, awaiting a response, but from his expression, it seemed the other party had stopped responding.

The black car parked by the roadside slowly started and left the mental hospital after the visiting families entered the building.

Hua Qingyi sat in the doctor's office, crossing his legs. He showed a look of impatience with Dr. Zhou's strong resistant attitude. "Dr. Zhou, I hope you can cooperate; being here is better than being in the police station."

"I haven't done anything illegal; you have no right to arrest me."

"Whether you've done anything illegal, we'll know soon." Xiao Lin walked in from outside, and Dr. Zhou immediately recognized him. "Why is it you?"

"We meet again, Dr. Zhou." Xiao Lin shut the door behind him. Zhao Yousheng had gone to handle things with Wu Shuang, and this Dr. Zhou would be a tough nut to crack.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing much, we just happened to find something in your ward, which your dean seems unaware of."

"What's there in our hospital? Don't spout nonsense." Dr. Zhou's real name was Zhou Hong, a highly qualified senior psychologist and head-level doctor here.

"Dr. Zhou, what kind of patient originally stayed in the third ward on the fifth floor?"

"No patient has stayed there, it has always been vacant."

"Oh, I see!" Xiao Lin lit a cigarette. "Why did your dean tell me that a patient with suicidal tendencies was staying there a month and a half ago?"

"Nonsense, that patient has been transferred to the adjacent ward."

"Oh, then he originally stayed in the third room?" The reason Xiao Lin asked this was based on a hypothesis when tapping the wall earlier.

Zhou Hong was stunned there, unable to answer Xiao Lin's question for a moment. He stared fixedly in one direction, then suddenly collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Hua Qingyi got up from the chair, asking Xiao Lin with his eyes, while the latter merely chuckled coldly. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)