The hospital experienced a power outage, and the intern doctor encountered a mysterious event.

"Damn it! The power is out again!" I cursed in my heart. This was the Nth time the hospital had a power outage since I started working here. In the darkness, I tidied up the medical records of all the inpatients and took out a not-too-long candle from the drawer beside me, lighting it with the matches I carried. Finally, I saw light again and sat back on the chair. Suddenly, a lightning bolt pierced through the darkness, followed by a deafening thunder. It was early summer, so how could we suddenly encounter such strange weather?

Chills ran through my whole body. I was a new clinical intern at this hospital. Although I hadn't been here for long, I knew the hospital inside out. Since I arrived, I had experienced many things. Every day, many people came to the hospital as inpatients, and a portion of them would pass away and be taken to the morgue. My duty room was diagonally across from the morgue, and being a girl, I had to work night shifts every day until midnight when a male doctor would take over. Despite countless internal protests, I had to keep quiet for the sake of my career. Every day, I would visit each room to check on the patients, and the one that left the deepest impression on me was the little girl in Room 14.

She was a very cute and beautiful little girl with big eyes, thin lips, and two braids with two bright red bows on them. No one knew what illness she had. Her father was a famous senior executive of a company, and her mother was a university teacher. Unfortunately, her parents died in a car accident, and their deaths were said to be gruesome - brain matter splattered, flesh scattered, blood everywhere, and their eyes bulging out. It was a sight too horrifying to imagine.

Now, only the little girl remained in the family. She was also the sole heir to her parents' wealth. During her hospitalization, an elderly woman took care of her daily, but there would also be a gorgeously dressed young woman who would visit the little girl and then leave after instructing the elderly woman, never looking back. Strangely, every time she would leave with the hospital director in a luxury car, disappearing from our sight. According to the little girl, the elderly woman was her aunt hired as a caretaker by her estate manager, and the young woman was her actual aunt who now managed her father's company.

However, the little girl did not like her aunt. Her aunt was cold and indifferent towards her. The little girl loved hugging a doll dressed in white. She said it was a gift from her parents on her fifth birthday and her most precious possession. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the lovely little girl. She liked chatting with me and once told me that she wasn't sick. I had carefully examined her entire body and blood, and she was completely healthy. So why did her aunt send this healthy child to the hospital? What were the hidden secrets behind all this? This puzzled me and the other doctors and nurses attending to her. The director once warned us, "Don't ask what shouldn't be asked, and don't seek to know what shouldn't be known!"

Our director was a man in his fifties, but it was hard to determine his actual age from his appearance and abilities. He was an outstanding man who always appeared icy cold in his demeanor, and no one dared to offend him. So, like everyone else, I acted as an "ignorant" bystander! But what was even more bizarre was that the little girl suddenly "died" two days ago, and her little body was placed in the morgue diagonally across from me.

The girl's death saddened me. While cleaning up her hospital bed, I saw the white doll she often hugged under the window, covered in dust. Instead of throwing it away like other doctors usually do, I picked it up, gently dusted off the doll, and placed it on my duty room's windowsill as if it were a cherished item. Since then, strange events continued to unfold after the girl's death.

Mysterious deaths of young doctors in the hospital kept everyone, including me, in a state of suspense and fear. No one knew the answers, and many interns left the hospital out of fear. But I felt compelled to stay by some unknown force, driven perhaps by my curiosity and desire to prove myself.

Recalling those agonizing memories relieved some of my fear. As I looked outside at the ongoing rain with flashes of lightning and thunder, the candle flickered with the wind blowing from an unknown direction. Glancing at the clock, it was only 23:14, and the male doctor scheduled to relieve me had not arrived. I took a deep breath and sat back in the chair. Unknowingly, my eyes were drawn once again to the white doll on the windowsill. I saw tears flowing from its eyes just as they always did. Strangely, I felt no fear; each time, I would walk over with a tissue to wipe its tears with care. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew open the window, and as if propelled by the lightning outside, I impulsively leaped out the window. Thankfully, it was only the ground floor; otherwise, the fall could have been deadly. Drenched from head to toe, I picked up the mud-covered doll, preparing to jump back through the window. That's when I noticed a dark figure entering my duty room. Panicked, I crouched down beneath the dense bushes outside the window, watching as the figure searched for something. It was clear that this person had come to take my life. I tried to get a closer look at their face, but the rain obstructed my view. Despite that, the silhouette seemed familiar, and I couldn't recall who it was. That night, I fell asleep hugging the doll in the bushes.

In a hazy state, I saw the deceased little girl, her eyes bleeding, with each drop falling onto the white dress of the doll. She spoke to me in an eerie tone, "Big sister, please save my parents. They're in the bottle under the desk in the director's office to the south. Hurry and save them, save them..." Her voice faded away.

I slowly opened my eyes, still soaked from the night's rain. My head felt like it was about to explode. I didn't know how I ended up in my bed. I sat up and saw the doll by the pillow, covered in blood and tears in its eyes. I was horrified and felt like I couldn't breathe. In extreme fear, I finally recalled the events of the previous night. Could it be that the girl had saved me? I sighed in relief. It was then my phone rang—it was the director! In a low tone, he told me to come to his office immediately. Hanging up, I stood there, contemplating in shock. When I arrived at the hospital, I ran to his office only to find him staring at me with frigid eyes, instilling fear in me. After a long pause, he said, "Why weren't you in the duty room last night? Do you know the male doctor on duty was missing? Go back and write a report. Leaving your post without authorization, I can have you fired!" I was shocked and horrified. How could this be? As he rose and walked to the window, his figure looked so familiar... I suddenly realized who had been plotting against me all along. My eyes fell on the bottle under the table. Was that the bottle? In my astonishment, I felt as if the two pairs of eyes in the bottle were silently observing me. While the director was distracted, I discreetly pocketed the small bottle. Thankfully, it was small enough to go unnoticed. I couldn't remember how I left his office, but back in my duty room, I retrieved the bottle. Opening it, an icy chill ran through me, and I broke out in cold sweat.