Zhuo Chuan thanked the female doctor, searched in the corridor of the hospice ward, found Ward No. 9, and walked in. There was a ward of four people inside, but it was very quiet, no one spoke, only the occasional sound of the patient came from, the patients were lying on the bed, with all kinds of tubes inserted.

When Zhuo Chuan came in, he saw him wearing the doctor's clothes, no one asked him. There was only a family member who was guarding a bed, a man in his fifties, stood up with tears on his face, looked at him, wanted to ask something, but shook his head and sat down with his head in his arms again.

Zhuo Chuan looked at the hospital bed. Judging from the patient's face, he was still a very young man with gauze wrapped around his body and blood stained, as if he had a car accident.

Zhuo Chuan was silent. Although he was mentally prepared, facing these lives that were about to be in the near future still shocked his heart. People who live peacefully outside quarreled, made money, and were busy with various entertainment, it was difficult for them to feel the fragility of life. But here, the faces waiting for death to come make people sincerely feel that life is so fragile, and how luxurious it is to be able to live.

He was also facing the threat of death not long ago. The feeling of being sentenced to death was blank, and fear was too late to appear, and his whole body and mind seemed to be caught. But he felt that time was short, because he soon thought that he could use time to travel through time and space to escape to the modern world to make the final retreat. The death penalty turned into an expulsion in essence.

And these people lying on the hospital bed were clearly sentenced to death, perhaps for a few hours or a few days, they had no way to escape, and they died, and all the beauty of life ended from then on.

Zhuo Chuan put the notebook on a table in the corner of the ward, moved a chair and sat down, opened the notebook, and pretended to be working. No one cared about him and was immersed in his own sorrow.

The female doctor on duty said it was very accurate. In less than half an hour, someone left in the ward.

The person who left was the young man just now. He struggled violently, as if he was breathing heavily.

Then Zhuo Chuan saw some fog of different thicknesses appear on him, but it quickly dissipated. It was lost in less than a second before and after. Zhuo Chuan had no time to get close to absorb it, and it disappeared.

The man in his fifties cried and shouted at Zhuo Chuan who was sitting beside him, "What are you doing, you doctor? Come and save my child!"

Zhuo Chuan didn't absorb the fog that symbolized the power of the soul, and he felt a little bumpy in his heart. The other party yelled at him again, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

But Zhuo Chuan knew that the other party had misunderstood, so he suppressed his displeasure and then said, "I am an engineer in the maintenance equipment system. I am here for the operation of the instrument. The doctor is in the duty room."

When the man heard this, he didn't bother to say anything and quickly ran to the duty room to call someone. However, the female doctor on duty had just arrived and had not had time to do the final first aid, the young man lost his breath. The man lay on the ground and cried.

Zhuo Chuan shook his head. The other party had just yelled, but the other party was the family member of the deceased and could understand his mood. He regretted wearing the doctor's clothes according to his past experience. However, if he didn't wear it, entering such a place was not a family member. It was even more inconvenient to come in and sit in and sit in. Zhuo Chuan suppressed his inner discomfort and continued to stay in the ward. He could only continue to use his laptop to keep busy, so that he would not think too much.

There is also wireless network coverage here. He connected to the server and retrieved the patient information of the young man who had just left. He was 26 years old, graduated from a master's degree, worked in a famous company, and suffered serious injuries all over his body. Naturally, he retrieved this information from the old system. When he was debugging the server in the early morning, he had to get the latest password, so he could enter.

Time passed quickly, and after the master's young man, two more people left in the critical ward. They had both been first aided by the doctor, but it was useless. Originally, when sent here, it meant that there was no effective treatment method.

One is an old man, 84 years old, and his profession is a farmer. He has advanced lung cancer. Before he died, he did not release any fog. Zhuo Chuan could not see it, let alone absorb it.

The other one was a young man stabbed twice with a tattoo on his body. Before his death, Zhuo Chuan also saw no fog appear. This man was 19 years old, graduated from junior high school, an unemployed vagrant with no family members around him. Shortly after his death, a policeman came to pick up the body.

When he went out for lunch, Zhuo Chuan breathed a good breath.

He calmed himself down, got rid of the shock of facing death, and began to analyze.

So far, he has seen the entire process of the death of four people, combined with the situation of these four dead people, and whether there is or not.

Zhuo Chuan discovered that the associate professor in his 70s had the most, so much that he had time to absorb it, but the dead gangster and the old farmer didn't have it at all.

The information I found in the New World before was too little, and did not tell him what kind of people could release the power of their souls. Zhuo Chuan also knew that the research object of those materials was ordinary people in the New World, and they were incomparable to people in the modern world.

He could only summarize the rules by himself. Judging from these four samples, the deceased needed to be old enough in his lifetime and rich in cultural knowledge. Only after the soul power was released could he maintain a relatively long fog, and he had the opportunity to absorb it. There were obviously not many endangered people with both conditions, and it was even more difficult to encounter. However, this difficulty was as easy as he expected. If it were so easy, the soul power would not be so precious in the new world.

After dinner, Zhuo Chuan returned to the hospice ward. Before entering, he went to the duty room and said. He met the female doctor again. The female doctor was eating a simple lunch box in the duty room. There were only a few vegetarian dishes inside, and there were no meat.

It seemed that Zhuo Chuan looked at him a few more times. The female doctor raised her head and had taken off her mask at this time, revealing a beautiful face. She looked at Zhuo Chuan and said angrily, "What are you looking at? We interns can only afford this. If you have a little sympathy, when you meet our hospital leaders, you will also say, give us more subsidies."

"We engineers usually eat boxed lunches, and they are almost the same." Zhuo Chuan smiled. He knew that the distribution in the hospital was more unbalanced than in the company. A few senior doctors and leaders did get more, but most people at the bottom got very little and needed to get a degree. In many remote county hospitals, a few years ago, there were many interns and nurses who received hundreds of interns a month.

"Oh, you look a little like a leader. I didn't expect you to be a coolie." The female doctor had a better attitude and asked him to sit down. "What are you investigating inside? There are all critically ill patients who are fast and seldom paid attention to by leaders."

"Oh, I want to make a hospice system, which will also help doctors and patients communicate better," Zhuo Chuan said after thinking.
Chapter completed!