My name is Su Wanqing, a clerk in the medical record room of the Third Municipal Hospital. For six years, my greatest skill has been dealing with moldy medical records.
Until that day, when I was cleaning out old files, I found a scribbled diary tucked into a medical file. The owner of the diary is Chen Zhiming, an intern who died in a hospital fire twelve years ago.
He said: "If you see this diary, it means I am dead."
The diary is filled with strange coded symbols: a heart pierced by a needle, a doctor wearing a smiling mask, a map of a hospital bed marked "405"... And a drug name I have never heard of - Azurite.
What sent shivers down my spine even more was that the current vice president's name was signed on the drug registration form.
An anonymous text message led me to the abandoned room 405. When I pushed open the door that had been dusty for twelve years, I realized: this was not only a diary, but also a death list.
And the person who wrote this list is watching me in the dark.
