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Chapter 837 Me and My Hospital
The hospital is small, with only three floors, and it can't compare to the First Rehabilitation Hospital where Dr. Bu works. The main patients it receives come from the neighborhoods near the Autopsy Avenue.

"Dr. Gao, you're finally back! We saw the news about you on TV. We never imagined that the gardener was such a terrifying killer." The nurse who spoke was in her forties, strong and healthy, and her name was written on a name tag on her chest—Skull Drill.

"I pay the highest respect to your courage. If it were me, I would have been terrified and wouldn't have dared to stand up and identify you." A delicate voice sounded from behind the skull drill. It was a nurse who wore her nurse's uniform like a princess dress. Her name was Bone Wax. She looked gentle and weak, like a student.

"Doctor, the hospital director is waiting for you! Hurry up and change your clothes. You two shouldn't bother the doctor when he's doing his job." The ward door opened, and two female nurses, one fat and one thin, were busy running around. They were twins, but their body types were completely different. The fat one was called Bone Cutter, and the thin one was called Bone Milling Knife.

Four nurses with distinct personalities, all with names related to craniotomy, join Dr. Gao to form the neurosurgery department of the Human Entrance Hospital. Previously, due to technological limitations, human brain surgery was considered a forbidden zone. However, with advancements in technology and the enactment of laws protecting doctors, more and more physicians are daring to explore these uncharted territories.

"I'll go see the hospital director first." Dr. Gao left Old Ma in the garage outside the hospital and put on the white coat that the cranial drill had handed him.

When the topic of visiting the hospital director came up, the four nurses became quieter, put down their work, and jogged to follow Dr. Gao.

Upon reaching the end of the corridor on the first floor, the room in front of them was not called the Dean's Office, but rather "Welcome to the Abnormal World."

In fact, the names of each ward and department here are not simple numbers. Some are called "I Like Black", some are called "My Intestines", and some are called "The Room Full of Fat".

After knocking gently on the door three times and receiving no response, Dr. Gao pushed the door open. The dean's residence had no desk or computer, only a huge hospital bed and a row of containers containing brains.

The elderly man in the hospital bed, barely clinging to life with IV fluids, was the hospital director. His head was shaved, and his skull was crooked with several sutures, suggesting he had undergone craniotomy several times.

The door closed and locked, and the thick soundproof curtains fell. Four female nurses stood by the bed with helpless expressions: "Dr. Gao, we have performed multiple surgeries on the hospital director as you instructed, but he is in a deep coma and still cannot wake up."

"The hospital director must be having a very long dream." Dr. Gao sat beside the hospital bed. He remembered when he first arrived at the hospital as a patient, everything about him seemed strange and abnormal. The director tried his best to treat him, resorting to electric shocks, strong stimulants, and near-death experiences. In the end, he recovered, but the director went mad, insisting that this world was fake and that he saw the truth in his own mind.

To repay the dean for saving his life, Dr. Gao decided to treat the dean, but due to his lack of skill, the dean fell into a deep coma.

Unwilling to disappoint the dean's expectations, he later became a doctor in this small hospital, helping patients on the autopsy avenue and curing their madness.

Old Ma and the four nurses were all patients before, but now they have all found their own direction in life. Old Ma has become a horse, and the four nurses have become tools for craniotomy. It was Dr. Gao who gave them the power to start over.

"During my absence, has anyone visited the dean?"

After thinking for a long time, the skull drill shook its head: "The dean is also quite pitiful. He cured so many people, but when he fell ill, not a single person came to visit him."

"Alright, you can go now." Dr. Gao took a bottle of medicine out of his bag: "Take this to the laboratory and have Dr. Hao test it."

Besides Dr. Gao, there are three other doctors at the entrance to the human realm: Dr. Hao, a relative of the medical equipment supplier; Dr. Chi, a pediatric disease expert; and Dr. Huang, a health and wellness master.

The door to the dean's office was opened by a skull drill, which bumped into a doctor in a white coat behind it. "Watch where you're going," the old doctor said, stroking his white beard. He almost fell over from the impact of the skull drill, but he just snorted and didn't bother with it.

After the four nurses left, the old man's cold expression finally dissipated. Standing next to Dr. Gao, he poured out his grievances: "Little Gao, I really can't keep up this act anymore. How could I possibly know how to treat illnesses? I can only guarantee that those medications won't kill anyone. How come everyone's praising me as a panacea? This won't do! If this keeps up, I think I'll go crazy!"

The man with the goatee who looks to be over eighty years old is Dr. Huang. If outsiders overheard his conversation with Dr. Gao, they would probably be shocked. This health guru, who is famous on Autopsy Avenue and even in a large part of Shanghai, is actually a fraud. He was once a patient of Dr. Gao.

"Old Huang, you underestimate your intuition about medicinal herbs." Dr. Gao smiled. Old Huang used to be very ill and criticized the new Shanghai medical system, feeling that doctors were turning healthy people into madmen. Fortunately, he met Dr. Gao. Now, based on the system he established when he was insane, he is known as a very famous health master, claiming to have been enlightened by an immortal in his dream.

"How can you rely on intuition to diagnose a patient?" Dr. Huang was in great pain. Although he had earned a lot of money, he always felt that this was wrong: "I can't get past my conscience."

"That means you need to take your medicine again." Dr. Gao had looked at the prescription written by Old Huang. Some of the herbs were even dug up by the old man himself around Xinhu, and they were indeed effective. "I haven't been to work these past few days. Has anything gone wrong at the hospital?"

"No, everyone is taking their medication on time. Patients with serious conditions are not sent here; they are all taken directly to the First Rehabilitation Hospital."

"What about Dr. Hao? All the medical staff at this hospital, including you and me, are patients treated by the hospital director. We are experienced. Only Dr. Hao got in through connections. I'm worried he might harm the patient." Dr. Gao's eyes showed a hint of worry after many things happened in his family.

"He is quite diligent, and patients speak very highly of him. He is much better than the previous Dr. Bu."

"From now on, don't mention Dr. Bu's things in the hospital as much as possible."

"Why?" Dr. Huang asked, puzzled. "That day, Dr. Hao specifically asked Dr. Bu about wanting to check the archives."

Did you let him in?

"No, I was brewing medicine at the time." Dr. Huang keenly sensed something: "Could Dr. Hao be working for the police?"

"Don't ask so many questions." Dr. Gao took out the medicine he found in the forest yesterday from his bag. "Go find a place to test this medicine."

"Okay." Dr. Huang nodded, took the medicine, and left.

The door closed, and Dr. Gao sat alone beside the hospital director's bed, his eyes fixed on the row of human brains on the shelf, each brain labeled with a number.

"Number Two, Number Two, why is it that all these brains have 'Number Two' written on them..."

(End of this chapter)