Hell Bell

Nurse Xiaoyue hurried into my office and said that someone had just brought an old man with a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and needed immediate surgery. I changed my clothes and came to the operating room without saying a word, everything was ready. In fact, when the old man was sent to the hospital, he was already dead. We tried our best, but still failed to save the old man's life. At one o'clock in the morning the next day, the old man passed away peacefully.

I walked out of the operating room dejectedly, because the hospital has regulations that corpses cannot be kept in the hospital for too long. Once a patient dies, they must be sent to the morgue immediately. So we washed the old man's body, put on his clothes, covered him with a white sheet, and arranged for everyone else to leave. I started to think about what to do with the dead body of the old man. Although people say that people who practice medicine are very timid, I am an exception. On this late autumn night, let me send a dead body to the morgue. This is something I even think about. Don't even think about it. But I can't help it, that's what the hospital stipulates!

What should I do? Call someone, who should I call? By the way, call Da Li and let him go with me, so that I won't be too afraid. He and I are good friends and manage logistics at the hospital, so I called him in the office. He readily agreed, and after a while, he came. "Doctor Wang, what's the matter?" So I talked about the whole thing, and he laughed: "It's a small matter, no problem." the straw, and we pushed the old man out together. Along the way, we didn't say anything until we got out of the inpatient department and a cool breeze blew. It must be late autumn, a gust of wind made me shrink my neck, and the hairs on my back began to stand up one by one...

When I got to the door of the mortuary, I opened the door and looked out, the air was terrifying inside. And it was dark, so I winked at Da Li, so we carried the old man directly inside, and then lifted the old man out of the bed. Da Li was very strong. The hand draws a perfect arc in the air... I felt a "squeak" in my heart, and hurriedly let go... "Okay, okay. Dali, let's go." "Wait a minute, his hand pressed Under the body." Da Li said, "Okay, I'm dead anyway, let's go." I had a cold sweat on my head, and I wanted to leave immediately. When I pulled Da Li to leave, I turned around and locked it, it felt like the door to hell was locked.

After parting with Da Li, I went back to the office to see that it was almost three o'clock. So I was going to stay in the office until dawn, when the phone rang. I used to pick up the receiver, there was no sound at first, and then there was a rustling sound. Then I heard an old and weak voice: "Doctor Wang, my hand... is pressed... it hurts...!" My head suddenly It's like a thunderclap, could it be that it's impossible for the old man to live, impossible! ! ! I hung up the phone hastily.

After a while, I tried to calm myself down, but there was no way. The image of the old man's hand arcing in the air lingered in my mind. It kept appearing, and I drew one after another... I kept sweating on my face, hoping that the sky would light up soon... At this moment, the phone rang again. The bell was so sharp that my heart seemed to be cut in half. After a long time, the phone still rang. I answered the phone tremblingly...

an old and feeble voice: "Hand...hold...help me..." I couldn't take it any longer, and I fainted...

a dazzling sun shone on my face On, I tried to get up, but there was a tingling pain all over my body... Where is this, what happened to me? Then a nurse walked in, and I realized that I was found this morning after I fainted last night, and they asked me what happened What, I told them. But they didn't believe it, some said I was dreaming, some said I was a prank.

But, only I understand that last night was not a dream, it was indeed the bell from hell.