Most ghost stories use the freely switching world of yin and yang as the space to unfold the story, and hospitals are often such a space. Below are some hospital ghost stories and super scary short stories that I recommend for everyone.

Super scary short hospital ghost story 1: White figure

In 1988, I started my internship.

We intern doctors also have to manage several hospital beds. In fact, doctors are sometimes more superstitious than anyone else, because we have been helping patients fight for life and death for a long time. In such an environment, it is normal to easily feel or see things that ordinary people cannot see, but it is just a requirement of professional ethics. We can't talk about those things in public places.

For example, one of my teachers is a surgeon. Whenever he is on duty, there are so many patients. He writes endless medical records and performs many surgeries, and he basically cannot sleep at night.

Once, he had 5 appendicitis surgeries in one night. He couldn’t bear it anymore and actually started crying on the operating table!

Our interns were most afraid of being on duty with him. , because we can’t sleep either. Later, a doctor bought a bunch of artillery pieces and fired them in front of him.

And I was particularly lucky when I was on duty.

My classmates basically encountered the death of a patient when they were on duty, which was very troublesome because they had to rescue before death, communicate with their families after death, and write death records. But I haven't encountered it even once.

My classmates all say that I am lucky, and the teacher also likes to be on duty with me.

In fact, they don’t know that I have a secret: On my first day as an intern, I was inspecting the ward at around 11 o’clock in the evening. When I walked to the bed of a serious patient, I saw a The white figure was standing at the head of the patient's bed, leaning down towards the patient's head. It saw me coming in, looked up at me, and realized that I could see it. It froze there for a moment.

I was so frightened that I stood there unable to move my feet and looked straight at it. Maybe it thought I was glaring at it, so it suddenly disappeared.

Now I understand: It turns out that it is here to suck the souls of dying patients!

When I am on duty in the future, I will go to the window of critically ill patients and recite silently. :?Leave, please, leave, please!? Hospital ghost story super scary short story 2: Scalpel

?Many people study medicine with compulsion. My college classmate Lin is. But there's nothing he can do about it, because his family comes from a family of doctors. Three generations of his family have studied medicine, and his grandfather and father are both very famous figures in the medical field. So he himself said that his college entrance examination choices from first to eighth were all for medical school.

It is undeniable that genetics is indeed very useful. Lin seems to be born to be a doctor. He memorized even the most difficult textbooks very firmly. According to his classmates, he is familiar with every blood vessel in the human body, but he often gets lost on the way back home.

He graduated with honors and refused to stay in school as a recommended graduate student. It seemed a little weird to us that he turned down such a generous walk opportunity. But recently when I was traveling abroad, I suddenly received a call from him, asking me to come and lie down immediately. He said it was something important, so the two of us sat together and chatted after graduation. Naturally, I also asked why he Refuse to convey.

In fact, it was not Lin’s idea to refuse the escort, but a decision made by his family. His grandfather did not approve of Lin going to graduate school. He hoped that Lin would come to the hospital where he and Lin's father were staying now. Maybe the old man can't wait anymore. Lin himself had no objections. Because this path was chosen by my grandfather for me.

Unfortunately, before Lin officially started working in the hospital, Lin's grandfather died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

Grandpa’s death was a big blow to the family. Their family is not prosperous. Lin is an only son, as is his father. after the funeral. Lin's father gave Lin a box. ?

?Take it. This is what your grandfather often told you before he was alive. I must give it to you. ?The father solemnly handed the box to Lin. This surprised Lin, because in Lin's opinion, his grandfather was sometimes very strict and even a little bossy. He always thought that his grandfather didn't care about him and only forced him to study medicine for the so-called reputation of the family.

?This is grandpa’s collection. You must keep it carefully. You must know that I am not qualified to inherit it. Your grandpa often said to me that you are a material for studying medicine. You can only use this thing in your hands. greater effect. ?Father said slowly. However, sadness and longing for his grandfather welled up in Lin's heart.

When Lin said this, I couldn’t help but ask Lin, what is in the box?

Lin said, Grandpa’s explanation at the time was that you will not be able to do anything about the patient until the time comes. , do not open the box.

Lin naturally grew up to be an excellent doctor, but his path to medical practice seemed to be extremely smooth. He often joked to himself that it might be the blessing of his grandfather's spirit in heaven. But soon he encountered a patient whom he could not solve despite all his efforts.

?That patient came last week. When he came to me, I saw a fat ball. Some people say that a person depends on his clothes and gold, but although this fat man wears Even though he was wearing famous brands, I could feel his vulgarity and mediocrity. The most important thing was that I smelled a bad smell as soon as he came in. There was a group of people following behind him. It was like seeing a doctor there, it was like an underworld negotiation. Although he is well-dressed, his clothes are expensive. There are also many subordinates. But I knew that his illness was torturing him badly, because I saw that his face, as fat as dough, looked like it had been rubbed by someone, and the facial features could not be distinguished clearly. ?Lin often has a bit of a lecture feel when narrating.

I was surprised at the time, because in winter, he was only wearing a very thin underwear under his coat, and I saw that his men had many sets of similar clothes.

When I asked him about his condition, he looked embarrassed. Finally, he asked everyone to go out, leaving only the two of us in the room.

I will never forget what he took off his coat and clothes to show me. It was a serious disease that I had never seen in all my years of medical practice. Lin's voice was shaking a little, and his Adam's apple was moving up and down unconsciously. Although it was very slight, I still saw it.

?His back can no longer be called a back. You can imagine what a hornet's nest you have seen looks like. The high degree of ulceration and high density of wounds prevented his granulation from growing properly, and the wounds tore each other apart. I'm surprised he survived. I also smelled a very pungent stench of pus. But I am a doctor, so I had to hold my breath and observe the wound closely.

That is indeed a very strange wound. If you look at it, you will feel as if someone has pressed it with the powerful King Kong finger in a martial arts novel. Each wound is a regular circle. But they were all dented and starting to die. And just when I was observing his wounds, I saw a scene that surprised me.

I saw with my own eyes that a fingerprint slowly appeared on the right side of his neck near the clavicle, one of the few intact muscles. It was an ordinary depression at first, then became deeper and deeper, and finally began to appear. Black, I know that the blood vessels have begun to die, and finally a wound is formed, like a water bag being punctured. But the strange thing is that although all this happened slowly, the man seemed to have no consciousness.

After the examination, I motioned for him to get dressed, because I really couldn’t bear to look at him twice more.

I asked him when he started to feel like this. He replied painfully that it had been almost a month. He didn’t care at first because there was no pain, but later he found that the clothes he took off were full of pus and blood, and his body was full of pus and blood. It was also full of rancid smell. I had to see a doctor. Only then did I understand why he carried so many sets of clothes. ?Speaking of this, Lin suddenly looked at me, ?Do you know how surprised I was at that time, because I am not a doctor specializing in dermatology, not to mention that I just debuted, why would he come to me for treatment with such a serious disease?

?I asked him at that time, but he kept silent. I have no choice but to let him go back first while I think of a way. Looking at the stumbling steps away. I suddenly thought of the relics left by my grandfather. That box is lying quietly on my bedside at home. Now might be the time to open up. ?

At this time, Lin walked into the room and took out a box. The box is dark green in color and is about the length of a hand. I was attracted to the box when Lin took it out of the room. Because it glows with a mysterious green light.

Lin slowly opened the box in front of me. The moment I opened the box, I doubted my eyes, because I seemed to see some translucent object leaving the box.

Lin and I finally saw what was in the box. A little disappointed, there is just an ordinary scalpel in the box. But it was a bit unusual, because the handle was golden, but the blade didn't have a blade!

Lin carefully picked up the scalpel, wondering why there was no blade but only the handle. Unexpectedly, he suddenly let out a "ah" sound. , then we discovered that it was not that there was no blade, but that the blade was extremely thin, so thin that it was as transparent as air. Just now, Lin was accidentally cut by a sharp blade. Blood quickly flowed onto the surface of the knife, and it was only then that the original shape of the knife became clear. It turns out that the blade is much longer than the handle, so it is about an inch longer than half a scalpel. While Lin was bandaging the wound, I suddenly discovered that the transparent blade seemed to have some streaks after being soaked in blood. I picked it up and looked at it carefully in the light. It turned out that it was not stripes, but two lines of small words.

?Doctors use skills to save people and benevolence to save souls. ?Only these ten words.

?Is this the relic that your grandfather left for you when there was nothing you could do about your condition? I asked. ?Perhaps your father can know the secret. ?

?It’s useless. My father is probably like us and has never heard anyone mention it before. But my grandfather was a very famous surgical expert during his lifetime. But it is said that unlike other experts, he is best at diagnosing and treating some very strange diseases. Since most of these people do not want their illnesses to be exposed, although grandpa is famous, he has not become a miracle doctor known to the world with those cases. ?It seems that Lin’s grandfather is indeed very low-key.

But what exactly can this knife help? At least how to treat the back patient in front of me. I asked Lin, but he remained silent.

I finally suggested that the knife should be placed here first. The patient's symptoms were very strange, and why did he only come to see Lin. Lin nodded and said that I saw a lot of strange things and wanted me to investigate the patient with him. I smiled and said, "It's a good thing that you never come to me."

Soon, we found out the identity of the fat man, and he was indeed no ordinary person. He is a local engineering and construction boss. He has many construction teams and many projects undertaken by him. But the fat man didn't seem to be a serious businessman. He defaulted on wages and withheld materials, but he didn't make any big mistakes. According to him, his eating and resting schedule is normal, and he has not been exposed to any poisons or has a history of back trauma. This stumped both of us. Although I know that the symptoms of the fat man are a bit like the Miao family's insect voodoo. But it's not entirely the same, because it's hard for someone to survive such a powerful poison. According to his condition, he won't live long. And in this day and age, it's probably too difficult to find someone who knows how to cast poison.

?In this way, you go scare that fat man and ask him to tell you why he chose you to treat his disease. Maybe you can find some reasons here. ?

Sure enough, when the fat man heard us saying that he would not live for a few days, he was as frightened as a fat bug seeing pesticides. He cried ahhh, and said while crying, he knew that Lin's grandfather had a scalpel, and the wielder of the scalpel could cure any stubborn disease.

Lin and I were both very surprised. It seemed that a patient my grandpa had treated before told the fat man. But the fat man said that no one had seen how Lin's grandfather used the scalpel.

Lin and I had to go back to his house again and took out the strange scalpel to observe. I suddenly made a cut on my hand with the knife. It really hurt, but I didn’t seem to feel it soon. . I looked at the wound again, and it healed quickly like a zipper. If it weren't for the blood stains next to it, there wouldn't be any injuries at all.

Lin looked at me strangely, "You're crazy." ?

? Did your cut hand heal quickly? I asked Lin.

Lin immediately thought, "Could this knife be able to quickly heal wounds?"

"Yes, that's what the first sentence means about saving people with magic." ?

?What about the second sentence about Shi Ren saving the soul? Lin asked.

?Don’t worry about so much, save the fat man first. ?

We immediately asked Fatty to come to the hospital to perform surgery on him. Since we have this magical scalpel, Lin plans to do this surgery with me only. In fact, it was said to be a surgery, but I just wanted to experiment it on fat people.

But the fat man’s condition no longer allows us to experiment. His wound was so rotten that we could even see his thick layer of fat and bones through the rotten hole in the wound.

Lin immediately applied to the hospital for surgery, but the hospital disagreed, saying that Fatty's disease had a high mortality rate during surgery, and asked Fatty to transfer himself to another hospital. But the fat man said that he had seen many doctors, and the results became more and more serious. If Lin did not operate on him, he would sue the hospital and Lin for their inaction, and both the hospital and Lin would go to court.

The hospital reluctantly agreed. Lin asked me to come in by name. And he doesn't want any other assistants, he doesn't want his grandfather's scalpel to be known to others.

Anesthetizing a fat man is not an easy task, so I thought to myself whether I should give him double the amount. Lin used the scalpel given by his grandfather to make a circular incision on a growing wound. Sure enough, the wound began to heal quickly and squeezed out the pus and blood.

Sure enough, it was a magical scalpel. Lin and I were greatly encouraged. There were many wounds. We carefully cut them off one by one. The muscles and skin where the scalpel touched healed very quickly. In the end, only The biggest and most important wound left was on the back, which had penetrated deep into the spine. I still can't understand why the fat man doesn't feel any pain.

Just as the knife touched the wound, something incredible happened. The fat man actually got up by himself. There is no way an anesthetic trick of that magnitude could disappear in such a short time. We watched in horror as the fat man slowly sat up. He slowly walked off the operating table, and the cloth on his body fell off. He stood there naked. I suddenly thought of the pigs hanging like this in the slaughterhouse. corpse.

?You can’t stop me!? The fat man suddenly made a very shrill and harsh female voice. What’s even weirder is that I didn’t see the fat man’s mouth move.

This beast must die! The fat man spoke again.

Lin was shaking all over. This was beyond what his doctor could handle.

Who are you? I asked seriously.

?I said, he must die, I can't let you ruin my plan!? The voice is getting louder and louder, I am afraid that if I keep shouting, I will call people.

Okay, we won’t save him, but don’t scream anymore. If you want him to die, you have to tell us why. ?I tried my best to comfort this thing that I don’t know what to call.

The fat man still stood there like a dead corpse.

I noticed that his heart was actually bulging.

?I said, he can only die!? That kind of thing seems to be very resentful towards the fat man and unwilling to say anything.

While comforting it, I signaled Lin to go out and call someone. Now he must subdue the fat man. Because I saw him pick up a scalpel next to him and slowly apply it on his neck as if he was sleepwalking. If he had waited for Lin to come, Fatty would probably be doomed.

I don’t know where I got the idea from, so I suddenly shouted: “Your husband doesn’t want you to do this either!” I was completely deceived, or maybe gambling is better.

Sure enough, the thing stopped moving, and the fat man also stopped. Just at this time, Lin rushed in with some people. The fat man was subdued immediately.

At this time, the fat man continued to be anesthetized. Lin and I were covered in cold sweat.

?Don’t touch the last wound on your back. I want him to do a CT scan of the heart first. ?I said to Lin.

? CT? Or the heart? Why? Lin asked doubtfully.

?If you are in charge, just do as you are told. And the film was seen by too many people.

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