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"Dr. Yang was still very weak. He was only just taken off the ventilator and was out of immediate danger, but his body was still in poor shape.

When he saw me, he asked me to take him to see his wife, because the hospital didn't allow it.

I was surprised that he even dared to face Ms. Gao Siyun. Could it be that things weren't as I had suspected?

He seemed completely open and calm, so I thought I had been overthinking it and took him to the morgue.

Once we arrived, Ms. Gao began pounding on the bed even more violently.

Dr. Yang showed no hesitation at all. He took her hand and said gently, 'I will take good care of our daughter.'

Strangely, after he said that, Ms. Gao stopped pounding. The eyes she had kept wide open also closed.

He then went to see his daughter. Seeing that she was still in critical condition, he looked deeply distressed.

His behavior was so normal that no matter how I tried, I couldn't connect him to a grave-robbing maniac. Therefore, I convinced myself that I was just imagining things.

Although he was out of danger, his body remained weak. The doctors said he might be frail for the rest of his life, unable to overexert himself, and unable to ever hold a scalpel again.

When he heard this, he sat silently by the window for a long time without speaking.

I tried to comfort him, but it didn't seem to reach him.

Since there were no surveillance cameras in the hospital, the case of Ms. Gao's body being tampered with had no leads and became a cold case.

I'm just a forensic doctor, not a police officer, so I wasn't responsible for the investigation. I returned to work, only to hear that a week later, the officer in charge of the case had gone insane.

I don't know what happened to him. No matter what we asked, he couldn't answer. He kept murmuring some kind of tune we couldn't make out.

I went back to the hospital to examine Ms. Gao's body again. This time, her internal organs, blood vessels, nerves... All of her organs and tissues vanished.

It was as if someone had been gradually stealing parts of her body and transferring them elsewhere.

I still suspected Dr. Yang, so I visited him again. This time, his condition had improved even more. He could walk on his own, and all his vital signs had returned to normal.

His body was essentially fine aside from the severely corroded skin on his face, neck, and arms, which was eaten away by concentrated acid until he looked quite frightening.

His mental state was also good. He visited his daughter every day and actively participated in her treatment. There was nothing outwardly unusual about him at all.

So I went to see the mentally unstable officer. He was also in this hospital, placed in the psychiatric ward on the fifth floor of the inpatient building.

He was injected with medication and seemed somewhat better. He was able to communicate normally, though he couldn't bring up Ms. Gao or Dr. Yang.

He was exhausted from the sedatives, and after talking for a while, he fell asleep.

I was about to cover him with a blanket and leave, but as I drew closer, I heard him murmuring in his sleep. This time, I could make out what he was singing.

He was singing: 'Take my heart, take my lungs, take everything I have, my daughter, I only wish for you to live well.'

Hearing that song, all I felt was a wave of dizziness, a feeling like I might go mad.

Fortunately, due to my line of work, I have some resistance to such things. After sitting in a chair to recover for a while, I returned to normal.

I quietly thought about what the song meant. Could it be that Ms. Gao's body had been taken by her daughter? Even in death, she wanted to protect her child. Perhaps her dying obsession had given her a mysterious power, allowing her to pass her own life on to her daughter.

But her daughter hadn't recovered. The one whose health has improved was Dr. Yang!

I noticed the officer was clutching his phone tightly. The doctors told me he was extremely protective of it, that no one was allowed to touch it, and if anyone tried, he would lose control.

I suspected that the phone might contain crucial evidence, so while he slept, I lifted his hand and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

To avoid waking him, I didn't take the phone away. I stayed in that position and browsed through the videos and images on it.

I found a video he had recorded the night before he went insane. It was filmed in the morgue. In the footage, Ms. Gao sat up in the cold storage. Using her sharp nails, she cut open her own body and took out her organs and tissues.

Holding these things, she begged the officer, crying, 'Please, take these to my daughter, please.'

Then came the officer's frenzied screams as he fled the morgue, dropping the recording phone in his panic.

He escaped, but the phone kept recording.

In the footage, a pair of legs appeared in the morgue. The person was wearing a hospital gown, and they took what Ms. Gao had been holding.

The video didn't capture the person's face, but I recognized the shoes on their feet. They were the same ones Dr. Yang had been wearing the day I accompanied him to the morgue.

I put down the phone, intending to go find Dr. Yang. But when I turned around, I saw that the officer had opened his eyes at some point and was staring intently at me.

I was startled and quickly tried to calm him. As I was thinking of an excuse, he suddenly spoke: 'Save her, please, save her.'

His voice was high and thin, not like a man's, more like a woman's.

I don't know where I found the courage, but I actually spoke back to 'her.' I said, 'If you think your body can save your daughter, I can help. Is there anything else in you that can save her?'

'No!' 'she' said urgently. 'Old Yang is selfish. He chose to save himself first. I don't blame him. After all, only if he survives can he save our daughter. He's already given her part of the "medicine." But that day, I heard someone was targeting her. Please, save her!'

After saying that, the officer fell asleep again.

What did she mean? Her and Dr. Yang's daughter suffered severe burns. She would have died long ago if not for daily ICU treatment. Who else could be targeting her?

I didn't understand the truth. After thinking it over, I decided to speak with Dr. Yang first.

In her words, Ms. Gao still trusted Dr. Yang. As a father, he would surely protect his daughter.

I went to Professor Yang's ward, and the nurse told me he was asleep.

I saw him lying in bed with an IV drip, and I confirmed he was indeed sound asleep. I glanced casually at the IV bottle and then left his ward.

Professor Yang had only just recovered from severe injuries. His body was still weak, so it was normal for him to sleep often.

Therefore, I decided to visit their daughter myself.

On the way to the ICU, a hospital bed was wheeled past me. I was told it was a patient being taken to surgery that day. The person was wrapped in a blanket, so I couldn't see their face.

There are patients like that every day in a hospital. I didn't pay any attention to it and went straight to the ICU.

The ICU nurse said I hadn't been disinfected and couldn't enter. ICU patients are extremely vulnerable, especially a severely burned little girl who could become infected. They must remain in a sterile environment. I wasn't prepared, so I couldn't visit her.

Through the glass of the ward, I could only see a thin arm receiving an IV. It should have been Dr. Yang's daughter.

Their daughter was still fine, and nothing seemed wrong.

I decided to wait at the hospital for Professor Yang to wake up. As soon as he did, I'd have a proper talk with him about this horrifying, bizarre incident.

Since I couldn't enter the ward, I waited in Dr. Yang's old staff lounge. Sitting there, I suddenly felt how ridiculous I was.

To think I'd actually believed all of it. A mother resurrecting to protect her daughter, and the ravings of a mad policeman.

I convinced myself that it was all just my imagination, gradually relaxed, and dozed off in the chair.

Half-asleep, three images suddenly flashed through my mind.

The first was the IV bottle I had glanced at when Dr. Yang was sleeping. The label had been torn off. Because it had been stuck on quite firmly, only half came off, leaving the other half still on the bottle. Two characters were visible: 'Dex-'. Dexmedetomidine, a sedative used clinically for critically ill patients!

Dr. Yang had already recovered. Why was he still being given this drug? The nurse said he was sleeping, but was it sleep, or unconsciousness from anesthesia?

The second was the thin child's arm in the ICU. The arm was perfectly smooth, without a single scar. But Dr. Yang's daughter had suffered severe burns. Her whole body was covered in scars!

The third was the patient on the bed I had passed on the way to the operating room. I hadn't seen their face clearly, but I had glimpsed patches of rotting skin beneath the blanket!

Dr. Yang wasn't sleeping. He had been sedated. The child in the ICU wasn't his daughter. The one on the bed being taken to the operating room was his daughter!

What were they planning to do to that child?

I was filled with regret. I rushed to Dr. Yang's ward, ignored the nurse who tried to stop me, pulled the IV out of his hand, and shook him violently.

The dosage they had given him was excessive, enough to be fatal.

But Dr. Yang's constitution was astonishing. Despite such a heavy dose of sedative, after just a couple of shakes, he woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, still groggy, and asked what I was doing.

I told him everything: the policeman's words, the child in the ICU, and the bed being wheeled to the operating room.

His face turned ashen.

He jumped out of bed and ran toward the operating room like a madman. I, a perfectly healthy person, couldn't keep up with him at all.

As I chased after him, I saw countless tentacles emerging from his back. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I rubbed them, but I wasn't hallucinating.

Dr. Yang was turning into a monster.

The operating room door was tightly shut, and we couldn't knock it open at all. The strange tentacles behind Dr. Yang turned sharp as steel, smashing into the door over and over until it shattered.

I nearly lost my mind just seeing that. What was happening to this world?

But when the door opened, what I saw inside drove me even crazier.

There were two operating tables. On one lay Dr. Yang's daughter. On the other lay a young boy.

They had just completed a heart transplant.

The hospital had secretly taken Dr. Yang's daughter's heart and transplanted it into another child.

The burnt girl on the bed had already stopped breathing.

I don't remember what happened next.

All I remember is a sea of blood and tentacles flying everywhere.

When I came to, I saw Dr. Yang placing a heart into the girl's empty chest with his bare hands.

He said, 'Dad was wrong. Dad was too selfish. Mom told Dad to save you, but Dad wanted to live too. Dad wanted to save himself first, then find a way to save you. Dad should have saved you first.'

He carried the girl to the morgue, knelt before Ms. Gao's body, and broke down in tears.

He said, 'I will bring our daughter back to life, no matter what it takes.'

He tried to unzip the body bag to take a look at Ms. Gao, but the zipper closed by itself. Ms. Gao didn't want to see him.

He tried to take the body bag with him, but it seemed to weigh a thousand jin. He couldn't lift it.

In the end, Dr. Yang could only take his daughter.

Such a horrific incident at the hospital could never be made public. The police sealed the information and took everyone involved away.

After several busy days of handling the aftermath, I went to visit Ms. Gao.

I bear some responsibility too. Ms. Gao had clearly asked me for help, but I let that hospital bed pass me right by.

I sat in the morgue, confessing to her.

As I spoke with my head lowered, at some point the body bag opened on its own. Ms. Gao sat up straight and looked at me quietly.

The moment our eyes met, my body split apart, and I lost consciousness.

When I came to, the hospital had already been abandoned. It was filled with maddened monsters, each one endlessly reenacting what had happened back then. Anyone who heard the story would go mad and continue spreading it everywhere.

I didn't want people to keep going mad like that. So I stitched my body back together, destroyed those monsters, recorded everything, and sealed it all in the records room.

The policeman on the fifth floor of the inpatient building was still there. I visited him once and was pulled into his dream.

It turned out that on that night, Ms. Gao also asked him for help, but he had fallen into a frenzy and failed to save the girl.

He remained immersed in that night's terrifying dream ever since, never to wake again.

Anyone who comes into contact with his dream also turns into a monster.

I am no exception, and I am gradually losing my sanity.

To return to normal, I decided to cut away part of my brain, to forget this story, but to remember my duty to guard this secret.

Only after becoming a monster did I realize that this world is filled with malice, and people corrupted by malice turn into terrifying monsters.

But among all these monsters born of malice, the most powerful one was born from love.

It was born fundamentally different from us. Only the most intense love could give birth to such a terrible monster."

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