Pushing the door open again, Chang Jianjun strode out directly.
What the heck?
The hallucination that appeared just now was still there; he sniffed.
Damn, not only hallucinations, but even false tastes appeared?
Moreover, those people eating all stopped their actions and were staring at him!
As a doctor, Chang Jianjun was naturally an atheist, but having spent a long time in the hospital, he couldn't help but hear some of the girls gossiping about various strange incidents that happened in the hospital over the years.
"Ghosts hitting the wall?"
Imagine, the hospital at two in the morning, the inpatient department is quiet and dark, and even in daylight, few people come here, and now there's a group of four or five people sitting eating.
What a bizarre scene.
Chang Jianjun pretended he hadn't seen anything and walked to the wall, his back covered in cold sweat. He feigned calmness and lit a cigarette, glancing furtively.
"Damn it, really ghost hitting the wall!"
