If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

The record clearly states that the patient, Takagi, was rushed to the hospital and underwent surgery. The post-operative medication list is densely packed with symptomatic drugs in considerable doses.

From the second day onwards, the medication records were suddenly simplified. Every day, there was a fixed dose of glucose, along with several common drugs that were not targeted at any specific patient. The dosage was surprisingly precise, and not even a single antibiotic was prescribed.

This is completely contrary to the treatment logic for postoperative patients, especially those who have just undergone major surgery, where anti-infection treatment should be the top priority.

He continued scrolling down, his fingertips suddenly pausing. Apart from Takagi's record, the medication records in the other wards on the fourth floor were completely blank, without a single word.

"What about the other patients in the wards on the fourth floor?"

Liu Xiaojing stood aside and answered in a low voice, "We received a notice two days ago that we would be under centralized management. All the patients on the fourth floor have been moved to the third floor. Now, only Takagi is left on the entire floor."

"This medication is completely wrong. There are only two possibilities: either the patient is already dead and there is no need to use the appropriate medication, or he is actually healthy and these glucose and ordinary drugs are just a smokescreen to fool people. I am certain that Takagi is dead and the fourth floor is now a trap, just waiting for someone to jump in."

Liu Xiaojing shuddered, her face turning pale instantly.

Her lips moved, her voice filled with barely concealed anxiety: "But...but the orders from above are absolute; we have to kill them."

She was clearly aware of the gravity of the situation. On one hand, there was the order to die, and on the other hand, there was a blatant trap. Caught in this dilemma, she seemed somewhat at a loss.

Chen Qing remained silent for a moment, and only the sound of their breathing could be heard in the room.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, then stood up, his eyes returning to calm.

The clock on the wall was ticking away; it was almost one in the morning. If they missed their night patrol, they wouldn't have a chance to go up. They had to make a decision immediately.

"Where is the morgue?" Chen Qing suddenly asked.

Chen Qing couldn't possibly carry out this mission; what mission was more important than his own life? However, since he was certain that Gao Mu was dead, and given how hot it was, it was impossible to leave someone in a hospital room to rot; it must be an imposter inside.

Takagi's body should be in the morgue. If this is confirmed, I don't need to go to the fourth floor; I can retreat directly.

"The second basement level!" Liu Xiaojing was stunned for a moment before blurting it out.

"Is anyone watching?"

"That awful place..." Liu Xiaojing curled her lip, her tone carrying a natural aversion to morgues. "During the day, there's just an old man guarding the door, who only stands at the entrance and never goes in; at night, he's already gone to sleep. Who would bother to steal corpses?"

"Let's not go to the fourth floor, let's go to the morgue and see if Takagi's body is inside," Chen Qing said.

Liu Xiaojing nodded, no longer hesitating, picked up the flashlight, and led Chen Qing out of the duty room.

Reaching the entrance to the emergency exit, Liu Xiaojing gently pushed open the fire door. The soft creaking sound was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor. Both of them instinctively stopped and looked around warily, only continuing down the corridor after confirming that there was no movement.

The further down she went, the colder the air became, and a chill crept up her trouser legs, making her shiver involuntarily. Liu Xiaojing shrank her neck and instinctively quickened her pace.

At the entrance to the second basement level, a faded wooden sign hangs with the words "morgue" written in blurred handwriting. The wind blows through the corridor, making a whistling sound, which adds to the eeriness of this silent underground space.

Pushing open the iron door of the morgue, a blast of cold air, a mixture of formaldehyde, mold, and decay, rushed in, instantly filling their nostrils and throats, making them instinctively want to flee.

The beam of Liu Xiaojing's flashlight swayed violently, illuminating the dim scene before her: rows of iron mortuaries were neatly arranged, covered with pale white sheets, their stiff outlines visible in the dim light.

The air was bone-chillingly cold. Even though they were wearing thick white coats, the chill seeped into their pores, and their arms instantly broke out in goosebumps.

Liu Xiaojing's teeth chattered uncontrollably, and she instinctively gripped Chen Qing's arm tightly.

Chen Qing was in no better shape; her heart was pounding, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and the sound of her teeth chattering was particularly clear in the silence.

The place was even more eerie than he had imagined; every inch of the air was filled with the stench of death, sending chills down his spine.

The beam of the flashlight moved slowly between the mortuary beds. Chen Qing suppressed his fear, holding Gao Mu's photo in his hand, and lifted a white sheet to check it. Liu Xiaojing shone the flashlight on the corpse's face, turned her face away, afraid that the corpse would suddenly move.

Just as the two reached the middle of the room, a rustling sound suddenly came from the darkness, followed by a soft "thud," as if something had been knocked over.

Liu Xiaojing was so frightened that she threw herself into Chen Qing's arms, her body trembling violently.

Chen Qing was in no better shape. Gritting his teeth, he picked up a flashlight and shone it over. Following the beam of light, he saw a corpse moving under a white sheet on a bed in the corner.

Suppressing his fear, Chen Qing walked over and yanked off the white sheet covering the body.

A fat rat was crawling on the corpse, gnawing at it.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a mouse." Chen Qing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gently comforted Liu Xiaojing in his arms.

The two composed themselves and continued their search.

Each time a white sheet was lifted, it took immense courage: some corpses had ashen faces and purple lips; some were covered with thick gauze, revealing only their tightly closed eyes; and others were stiff all over, their skin gleaming with a waxy yellow luster, making the two men's stomachs churn.

Liu Xiaojing wanted to back down several times, but Chen Qing firmly held her shoulders down, so she could only grit her teeth and follow.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Qing suddenly stopped when the beam of his flashlight swept across the third-to-last mortuary bed.

He gestured for Liu Xiaojing to shine the flashlight on the corpse's feet.

On the toes of the corpse hung a sign with four Chinese characters and a line of Japanese written clearly in ink: Takagi Ichiro.

The Japanese text below also matches.

The two of them held their breath at the same time, and the chattering of their teeth stopped instantly.

Chen Qing slowly squatted down, his gaze lingered on the sign for a moment, then looked up at the corpse's face, holding the photo to check it. The corpse and the photo were exactly the same.

Chen Qing first pulled back the white cloth and saw that Takagi Ichiro had two bullet holes in his chest. His chest cavity had been cut open, exposing his internal organs, but his stomach was gone.

After confirming that everything was correct, he slowly stood up. His back was soaked with cold sweat. The fear he had felt earlier was now replaced by a complex emotion that was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Chen Qing felt a churning in his stomach, but he forced himself not to vomit. He took a deep breath and said, "He died right then and there. The doctor cut open his internal organs and removed his stomach, fearing that he might have swallowed the intelligence. The patient on the fourth floor was a spy in disguise."

After covering him with the white sheet, Chen Qing said, "Let's go. It's now confirmed that Gao Mu is dead. The operation is canceled."

The two returned to the duty room, where all was quiet. Chen Qing left Guangci Hospital and got into his car before finally letting out a sigh of relief, his heart filled with resentment.

That damned Minglou! He knew there was an ambush on the fourth floor, yet he still sent me there to my death. Luckily, I was smart enough not to walk right into his trap.

When his older sister comes back, he will definitely get his revenge.

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