- Hospital Nightmare

　　 He looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in a white coat, and he really looked like a doctor.

　　He remembered when his teacher asked everyone about their aspirations in class.

　　At that time, he wrote down 'doctor.' Later on, he slowly forgot about this aspiration.

　　If it weren't for wearing this white coat today, he wouldn't have remembered it.

　　Being a doctor means saving lives, but today he is pretending to be a doctor in order to take someone's life.

　　That damn old lady! His eyes became fierce.

　　She will tell the police everything, I absolutely cannot let her live.

　　He put on a face mask, making himself look even more like a doctor.

　　Last time you got lucky, if it weren't for the police being there, you would've died a long time ago.

　　You won't have such good luck this time! He had already checked the entire hospital.

　　There wasn't a single police officer here, not even a security guard.

　　And now, disguised as a doctor, no one would suspect him.

　　Killing that old lady would be a piece of cake.

　　He hid a surgical knife in his pocket.

　　He wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary.

　　It would be best to suffocate her with a pillow.

　　That way, there wouldn't be any blood.

　　Sometimes blood leaves more clues.

　　He gave himself a final check in the mirror, making sure there were no flaws.

　　Then he opened the door and walked out.

　　Compared to the daytime, the hospital was very quiet now.

　　The hallways were empty, except for the occasional patient or family member walking by.

　　Sleeping time had long passed, and the nurses had already done their final rounds.

　　They were probably already fast asleep.

　　He remembered which ward she was in.

　　He didn't need anyone to guide him; he could find her on his own.

　　He walked alone in the hallway, holding a fake medical record in his hand.

　　Now, he truly felt like a doctor.

　　Where did that detective run off to? He suddenly thought of the detective who had been bothering the case.

　　After killing this old lady, the detective would become his next target.

　　It's just that for now, he had lost sight of his target.

　　It might take some effort to find the detective.

　　It's alright, the detective can't run away.

　　Maybe he's at the police station.

　　No, he wouldn't be at the police station.

　　He and the police have fallen out, the police don't welcome him.

　　He must be at home.

　　After all, investigating consecutive cases takes a lot of energy.

　　He needs to rest.

　　I just have to wait for him at his home.

　　A faint smile appeared on his lips.

　　He did his homework.

　　He had already checked where the detective lives.

　　Now, he just needs to take care of the old lady, then he can deal with the detective."

　　He was full of confidence, as if both the old lady and the detective had already been taken care of, and he could finally truly escape the law's grasp.

　　He stood at the door of the hospital room.

　　It was a single room, with only the old lady and her husband inside - perfect, as it would be easier for him to act.

　　He needed to get rid of the old lady's husband first.

　　But what if he refused to leave? No matter, there were no extra people in the room anyway.

　　He might as well kill them both.

　　He made up his mind - if he couldn't get the old lady's husband to leave, he would kill them together.

　　The room had no lock, so he gently pushed the door open.

　　"Squeak!" The door made a soft sound, awakening the old lady's husband.

　　Seeing a doctor entering, the old lady's husband hurriedly asked, "Doctor, is there something wrong?"

　　"Ward inspection," he replied as he flipped through the medical records and walked forward.

　　"Oh," the old lady's husband was rather confused, not understanding why there would be a ward inspection so late.

　　He only glanced at the old lady, who must have been greatly frightened and was currently very tired, as she hadn't been awakened by the noise.

　　He pretended to go forward and take a look, as if he were truly a doctor examining a patient.

　　But in his mind, he was thinking about how to get the old lady's husband to leave.

　　He noticed a water kettle on the bedside table and asked, "Is there still hot water inside?"

　　The old lady's husband picked up the kettle and found it to be quite heavy.

　　There was at least half of the water left.

　　"There is."

　　"Let me see." He took the kettle from the old lady's husband, opened the lid, put his hand on the spout, and then closed it tightly.

　　"It's not hot anymore, go heat up another kettle."

　　"Why do you need hot water?" The old lady's husband asked, puzzled.

　　"Do as I say.

　　When you bring the water, I will naturally tell you!" He said sternly, as if scolding an unruly student.

　　"Alright." The old lady's husband didn't dare to say much, so he picked up the kettle and left.

　　He followed to the doorway, making sure the old lady's husband was far away before returning to the bedside.

　　Now there were only two people in the hospital room, him and the old lady.

　　He was going to kill her, and no one could stop him.

　　He smoothly took the pillow from under the old lady's head, then covered her face with it.

　　He was very excited because the pillow would suffocate the old lady, and it wouldn't take long for her to die.

　　He had done it once before, so it wasn't difficult.

　　He could kill her before the old lady's husband came back.

　　By the time someone discovered her dead, he would have already left the hospital.

　　He was like a ghost, no one knew he had been here, and no one knew how he had left.

　　Just as he was about to succeed, footsteps could be heard from outside.

　　He realized the footsteps were coming towards here, so he quickly threw the pillow on the ground, bent down, and pretended to be checking on the old lady.

　　The door was pushed open, and a nurse walked in.

　　Even at this late hour, there was still a nurse.

　　He felt extremely annoyed because if it weren't for this nurse barging in, he would have already killed her.

　　He didn't know why the nurse was here, but no matter what she wanted to do, he couldn't let her speak first, or else he wouldn't be able to handle it.

　　"Is there something wrong?"

　　"Coming in was nurse Emma, who had been secretly monitoring Grandma Ava's ward.

　　When she saw a doctor enter Grandma Ava's room, she felt a bit strange.

　　But when she saw Grandpa Daniel walk out of the room with a water bottle, she became even more curious.

　　So she walked over to take a look.

　　Startled by the sudden question, Emma thought the person was really a doctor and replied, 'I came to see if the patient needed any help.' She noticed the call button by the bedside and continued, 'I heard the call button sound, so I came to check.' Did she press it or did I accidentally touch it just now? Regardless of how the call button rang, he had to get rid of this little nurse first.

　　'There's nothing here, you can go.' 'Alright.' Emma had no intention of leaving and stared at the person.

　　'Doctor, why are you here so late?' 'What's it to you?' he said angrily, then realized it was not appropriate and quickly changed his tone, 'I came to examine her.' 'Is there a problem?' Emma stared at the doctor, feeling more and more suspicious, especially because his voice sounded hoarse, deliberately changed, as if he didn't want people to hear his original voice.

　　'Oh, no.

　　You can continue with your work, don't stay here.' He just wanted to quickly send away this nosy little nurse.

　　If she kept asking, he would definitely expose himself.

　　Emma glanced at Grandma Ava and felt that something was off.

　　Suddenly, she saw a corner of a pillow peeking out from under the bed, realizing that Grandma Ava's pillow was missing.

　　'Doctor, the pillow fell on the floor.' As she said that, she walked over.

　　'I'll pick it up.' He hurriedly bent down to pick up the pillow and placed it under Grandma Ava's head, but his eyes never left the nurse across from him.

　　Dammit, what does she want to do? Why isn't she leaving? Emma was certain that this doctor was suspicious.

　　Worried that he would harm Grandma Ava if she forced him, she didn't continue walking forward.

　　After a series of struggles, Grandma Ava finally woke up and, with sleepy eyes, looked at the two people in the room and asked, 'Why are you in my room? What's the matter?' 'The doctor wants to examine your body,' Emma spoke while secretly signaling Grandma Ava, but the latter didn't receive it.

　　'Now?' Grandma Ava looked at the two of them puzzled.

　　'Yes, it's best if you don't move,' he said, pressing down on the old lady with one hand and reaching into his pocket with the other, gripping the surgical knife.

　　His eyes, however, remained fixed on the nurse.

　　Now he understood, she wasn't a nurse.

　　He recognized this voice.

　　She was the detective's assistant who saved him from under the wheels last time.

　　He knew he was in trouble.

　　It was probably a trap.

　　The detective had long predicted he would come here, so it was her waiting for him.

　　He chuckled inwardly, so what if she's a woman? There's nothing special about her.

　　Whoever dares to stop me, I'll kill them.

　　Grandma Ava finally realized something was wrong, struggled for a bit, but couldn't sit up, and shouted at the doctor, 'Let go of me.'"

　　"Aunt Ava, don't move!" Emma was worried that Aunt Ava's actions would anger the person.

　　"I recognize you, you're the person who attacked me.

　　Even if you turned into ashes, I would still recognize you!" Aunt Ava recognized the person.

　　He pulled out a surgical knife and pressed it against the old lady's neck, sternly saying, "Shut up, say one more word and I'll cut your throat!" Aunt Ava's face turned pale, lying there motionless, fearing that the sharp blade would cut her skin.

　　"Don't hurt me, I promise not to say anything." "Shut up!" He pressed the surgical knife down.

　　He really wanted to cut off the old lady's throat right now, so she could never speak again.

　　But he restrained himself; he must ensure his own safety before taking action.

　　"Stop!" Emma shouted.

　　She was certain that the person was not her match, but he was holding a surgical knife to Aunt Ava's neck, leaving her momentarily helpless.

　　"Stand there, don't move, or I'll kill her!" He was worried that Emma would attack him, so he pulled Aunt Ava up with one hand, positioning her in front of him, while holding the surgical knife against her neck with the other hand.

　　"Alright, I won't move, just don't hurt her." Emma intentionally took a step back to make him relax, secretly observing her surroundings, looking for an opportunity to rescue Aunt Ava.

　　He dragged Aunt Ava off the bed.

　　The situation had changed, they had to leave this place before anything else.

　　"Back up!" Emma didn't want to leave the room, so she voluntarily retreated to the corner of the wall.

　　"Don't hurt her, I won't do anything."

　　"Slowly move forward, don't play any tricks, otherwise this sharp surgical knife will stab through your throat." He whispered threateningly in Aunt Ava's ear.

　　"Alright." Aunt Ava hurriedly responded, now only hoping to come out of this safely.

　　He never let his guard down against Emma.

　　While pressuring Aunt Ava to move forward, he also guarded against any suspicious moves from Emma.

　　Soon, they arrived behind the door, and he could easily open it with his hand.

　　A smile appeared on his face; once the door opened, the surgical knife would pierce the old lady's throat, and he could safely leave, victorious.

　　With a creak, the door suddenly swung open from the outside, followed by a voice, "Doctor, the water has arrived."

　　He knew it was the old lady's husband and instinctively turned his head to look, which could be the biggest mistake he made in this operation.

　　Emma seized this rare opportunity.

　　She didn't find something suitable to attack with, so she secretly loosened the shoe on her right foot with her left foot.

　　As she lifted her foot, the shoe shot towards the person's face like a bullet.

　　He caught a glimpse of something flying at the corner of his eye and hurriedly moved his head to the side to avoid it, but a figure appeared right in front of him following the flying object.

　　He knew it was Emma, and he wanted to react, but he was a step too slow.

　　A sharp pain coursed through his wrist, and the surgical knife "clang" dropped to the ground.

　　Dammit.

　　He cursed inwardly as he swung his hand at Emma, but she blocked it with her arm.

　　"Damn it, where does this woman get such strength? He felt like his arm was about to break.

　　Knowing he was no match for Emma, he forcefully pushed Aunt Ava to block Emma's attack.

　　Seeing this situation, Grandpa Daniel at the door stood there dumbfounded, staring with wide eyes and asking, 'What's going on?' Emma knew the other party wanted to escape, but she was blocked by Aunt Ava and couldn't get past for a while.

　　She could only shout loudly, 'Stop him, he's the guy who attacked Aunt Ava!' 'What?' Grandpa Daniel finally snapped back to reality and shouted sternly, 'Kid, stay put!'