The Doctor

"I... The man in the white coat appeared calmer than the others, not even the corpse on the table could affect him, "My name is Zhao Haibo, and I am a doctor, which you should be able to tell from my attire."

He tugged at his dirty white coat and continued, "Before I came here, I was performing surgery on a woman. The woman had an intraventricular tumor, which was growing rapidly. It had been increasing in size over the past six months and had already caused mild hydrocephalus. If not treated by craniotomy as soon as possible, it could be life-threatening."

"I chose the frontal lobe approach for the surgery, directly puncturing the ventricle under CT guidance. In fact, this type of surgery involves considerable risk every time it is performed, but the woman chose to take the risk in order to be able to stay with her young son for the long term."

"Generally speaking, to ensure the stability of the environment, the operating room should not even have a breeze, but no one expected something more powerful than the wind to come."

"When the earthquake struck, I had just removed the skull of the patient and was in the process of cutting the dura mater. If something goes wrong at this step, it could easily cause cerebral contusion and leave devastating sequelae."

"I made a quick decision to terminate the surgery and temporarily cover the woman's skull back up. Otherwise, in an environment filled with dust, the woman's life would be in danger."

"But I didn't expect that this step would be more difficult than I had imagined. I couldn't even stand firmly, so how could I accurately cover a small piece of bone back in place?"

"The nurse beside me knocked me around, and everyone was unable to maintain their balance. In the chaos, I could only use a sterile sheet to cover the woman's head first, and then immediately turned to organize everyone to evacuate. However, at that moment, I was hit in the leg by a medical cart, causing me to fall to the ground."

"But before I could get up again, the ceiling of the operating room cracked, and I lost consciousness immediately."

After listening to the doctor's narrative, everyone's faces were unnatural.

In this story, he used a lot of medical terminology.

If one of these terms was made up, no one would be able to identify it.

"Dr. Zhao, where are you from?" the Strong man asked casually.

"I do not feel obliged to answer your question," Dr. Zhao replied, "I have finished my story."

The strong man opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Is it... my turn?" A man with glasses, Han Yimo, said with a flicker in his eyes, "My name is Han Yimo, and I am a..."

"Wait a minute." The goat-headed man suddenly interrupted Han Yimo's speech.

This action startled Han Yimo, and he turned his head in confusion.

"What's... the matter?"

"It's 'intermission time'," the goat-headed man said with a sly smile, "We will take a break for twenty minutes."

Everyone was somewhat at a loss.

"An 'intermission time' at a moment like this?

Qi Xia glanced at the clock in the center of the table. Half an hour had passed since they woke up.

It's now half past twelve.

Which means this 'rest' is mandatory, Qi Xia thought to himself. When it's half past twelve, no matter who the storyteller is, there will be a mandatory twenty-minute break...

But the game has only been going on for thirty minutes, and now there's a twenty-minute break?

Qi Xia furrowed his brows, knowing that this was not something he needed to consider.

The organizer of this game was a madman, and there was no need to think about it with a normal person's mindset.

So he could only repeatedly brainwash himself in his heart.

"My name is Li Ming, I'm from Shandong."

He had to instill this phrase into his mind countless times so that he could blurt it out when it was his turn to tell his story.

Everyone looked troubled and waited quietly.

Although it was called an 'intermission,' the atmosphere among the people was even more oppressive.

"May I ask... are we allowed to talk?" the strong man asked the goat-headed man.

"Oh, of course, you are on a break now, and I have no right to interfere," the goat-headed man replied.

The strong man nodded and then turned to Dr. Zhao: "Dr. Zhao, where are you from exactly?"

Dr. Zhao's face darkened: "I said, you seem to have been very dissatisfied with me from the beginning. Why must I tell you where I am from?"

"Please don't misunderstand, I have no other intentions," the strong man said in a steady voice. "The more you say, the stronger the authenticity. Since everyone has mentioned their hometown, there's no need for you to hide it, right?"

"The more you say, the stronger the authenticity?" The doctor shook his head noncommittally. "I only know that 'the more you speak, the more mistakes you make.' If the rules are absolute, my current narrative has no issues. Moreover, I don't trust any of you."

"That's a bit biased," the strong man said. "There are a total of nine people here, and only one is the enemy. If you are willing to cooperate with everyone, we can work together to expose the liar. The more you conceal, the more suspicious you become. I have already asked you twice, do you still intend to hide?"

The strong man seemed very adept at interrogation, managing to corner Dr. Zhao with just a few words.

His message was clear.

Only the 'liar' would not need to trust others, as he knows his own identity.

"If the doctor continues to conceal information now, he will become a target of public criticism.

However, a person capable of becoming a neurosurgeon is by no means an ordinary individual. He let out a cold snort and asked, "Then you first answer me, who are you and what do you do?"

"Me?" The strong man, Li Shangwu, didn't expect the doctor to turn the tables on him so suddenly, and his expression was a bit unnatural.

"That's right, since you persistently questioned me after my narrative, then I can also ask you before your narrative." Dr. Zhao smiled.

"Fair enough, right?"

Li Shangwu pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "You're right, I have nothing to hide. My name is Li Shangwu, and I am a criminal detective."

As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at him.

At this moment, the word "police" gave people a sense of security they hadn't expected.

"You're a police officer?!" The doctor was taken aback.

No wonder he felt that this man had been probing from the beginning. He was also the first to propose the idea of "wanting everyone to survive." Perhaps he really wanted to save everyone and get them out of here.

The doctor's attitude had clearly improved: "If that's the case, then I apologize for my earlier attitude. I am from Jiangsu."

At this time, the tattooed man, Qiao Jia Jin, looked a bit uneasy: "I say, Dr. Zhao, do you trust this Officer Li?"

"Hmm?" Dr. Zhao looked at Qiao Jia Jin, puzzled, "What are you trying to say?"

Qiao Jia Jin tapped the table with his finger and said indifferently, "This is not the 'narration time,' in other words... right now, everyone is allowed to lie."