I was an anatomy instructor in medical school before changing careers as a pharmaceutical sales manager. I changed careers, not because I did not do well in this field. In fact, my class was very good. If I hadn’t given up, I think I could probably be promoted to the position of associate professor now.
What forced me to leave the university platform was a psychological factor, because I hated dead people and was afraid of dead people. It is a kind of unfathomable fear, like a flowing cold needle, which penetrates from the sole of your foot and travels through your body through blood circulation. You don’t know when it will reach your heart, it may be half a year , which could be a month or a minute. Similarly, I don’t know when it will come again, but I feel that it is not far from me, it is still spying on me somewhere, waiting to kill me at any time.
We have to start with an anatomy class three years ago. For students, this class may be the most memorable class in their life, because the first live autopsy always gives people a very strong impression. I have emphasized the need to be mentally prepared, but some people still vomited. In the next three days, few people went to the cafeteria to buy meat, especially meat dishes such as fried pork liver.
The corpse this time was a young woman, which is an anomaly in medical schools, because the shortage of corpses has become a common problem in all major medical schools. Most of the corpses obtained are old and sick, and their organs have failed. Even so, the whole autopsy class is often pushed back and forth. Because according to local customs, even if the patient volunteered to devote himself to the medical cause during his lifetime, the children of the deceased often did not allow it, thinking that it was a blasphemy to the deceased. Therefore, every corpse is a rare internship opportunity, and young and fresh ones are extremely precious.
The female corpse was lying quietly on the dissection table. Before the class started, the corpse was covered with a white cloth. As usual, I told the students the precautions and the importance of autopsy in medicine. Look at the dead body. The eyes of the students were both curious and a little scared, but no one made a sound, as if waiting for an extremely serious moment.
The white cloth was lifted, and there were a few slight sighs among the students. This is a very young female corpse, only about twenty-five or sixteen years old. It is said that she was a secretary before she was alive, and she committed suicide by cutting her wrist because of emotional problems. Her friend dug out a letter of volunteering to donate her body from her belongings , which was filled in when I was a student. Young people generally seldom think about such things. Why did she have such aspirations? Maybe it will always be a mystery.
She was not a very beautiful woman, and her eye sockets were a little sunken, probably under a lot of pressure during her lifetime. With her eyes closed, her expression was very peaceful, as if she was in a deep sleep, and she did not have the stiff dead appearance of a corpse at all. Perhaps death was really a relief for her.
Thinking about it this way, I covered her face with a square scarf as usual, so I couldn’t see her face, and her pale body stood out abruptly.
“Now, let’s get started!” I said, motioning the students to focus on the dissection demonstration table.
Surrounded by silence, I took out a scalpel from the tray and pressed it against her throat. The white plastic gloves matched the skin color of the female corpse, making it suffocatingly white.
Her corpse is still a bit soft, and the skin remains elastic, which is very different from the corpses I have touched before. not dead. But soon, I felt ridiculous for my thoughts, maybe it was such a pity that this girl died, so I had this illusion.
The students all stared at the scalpel with wide-eyed eyes. I concentrated on it, and finally slashed down the blade vigorously. The sharp scalpel barely encountered any resistance, and it reached her lower abdomen, as if the chain had been pulled open. We could clearly hear the slight sizzling sound of the scalpel cutting through the flesh. Due to the pressure in the body cavity, the cut skin and purple muscles immediately opened to the sides automatically, and her originally strong breasts hung to the side. The sides of the body, together with the skin, became very loose. After the skin and muscles were pulled apart with the fixator, the internal organs were completely displayed in front of us. At this point, I had already forgotten what kind of person the corpse in front of me was. It is not important anymore, what is important is how to let students firmly remember the structure of the human body, which will have a profound impact on their future medical career.
The internal organs were taken out one by one and explained to the students in detail. After dissection, the structure was explained. After the internal organs were completely removed, only a red body cavity was left in the female corpse.
The class went smoothly, although a few students turned blue with discomfort, and almost all of them felt a little nauseous, but they still withstood the test, and the trip was worthwhile.
After the students left, I was the only one left in the anatomy demonstration room. The white light shone strongly on the dissection table, reflecting a harsh light. I began to put the removed internal organs back to their original positions one by one, and then used thread to Sew the skin back to its original shape layer by layer.
The big school clock struck five times, and I took off the square scarf covering the face of the female corpse. At this time, what happened to kb happened! The female corpse suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me fiercely, so scared that I almost fell to the ground.
I stood up tremblingly, and found that it was not a hallucination. She stared at the ceiling with wide round eyes, and her expression was not as peaceful as before, but an angry expression.
But she was indeed dead. Emboldened by courage, I went up and checked carefully, and finally found a reasonable explanation, perhaps because of bioelectricity, because the dissection process triggered some kind of bioelectrical nerve reflex.
I closed her eyes, covered the white cloth back, and left the dissecting room.
In the next few days, the eyes of the female corpse kept swaying in my mind. I am not a supernaturalist, but for some reason, those eyes haunted me like a ghost, and it hurt me to death . I always wondered why she At this time, the eyes will open, and, in retrospect, that look, I think, seems to convey some kind of message, not exactly like the empty eyes of a dead person.
Three days later, I learned that the female body had been cremated, and her ashes were brought back to a distant hometown by her parents.
A year passed, and I seemed to have forgotten about it, during which time I had a girlfriend.
We met on a rainy night. That night, I came home from a school meeting. It was raining heavily, and there was no one on the road. I couldn’t get a taxi for a while, so I had to drive alone with an umbrella. As I was walking, I suddenly realized that there was another person behind me, who always followed me unhurriedly. I was a little nervous. The footsteps are still four or five meters behind me. After walking for a long time like this, I finally couldn’t bear it anymore and turned around to see what happened, but the result was unexpected. It turned out that the person following me was actually a slender girl in a yellow raincoat.
We stand face to face.
“Why are you following me?” I asked her.
“I’m sorry, I, I feel scared driving alone.” She looked at me timidly.
I breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, “Then how do you know I’m not a bad person?”
She laughed and said, “Because you are like a teacher, and teachers are rarely bad people.”
“Oh! You guessed it right, I am a teacher, don’t be afraid, I will give you a ride!” I walked with her and sent her home.
After that night, we often met on the way home and gradually became acquainted.
I have been afraid to tell her the courses I teach, so she only knows that I am a teacher in medical school, and has no idea about the nature of my work.
One day, I finally told her that I am a lecturer in human anatomy.
She was not as surprised and scared as I imagined, but showed strong curiosity.
“You said, does the corpse feel pain when the scalpel is cut?” She asked, and waited for my answer seriously.
“How could it be? When a person dies, he doesn’t feel anything.”
“How do you know they don’t have feelings?”
“Modern medicine determines the standard of death is brain death. When the brain nerves are dead, any stimulation to the nerve endings will also lose its effect. Of course, people have no feeling.”
“It’s just what we living people think, but maybe it’s not the truth.” She said stubbornly.
“Stop thinking about it.” I said with a smile.
Later, she asked this question more than once, and every time I answered it, something in my mind seemed to be picked up by an iron hook, but it immediately sank down again.
But she still asked me the same question often, and I gradually felt an inexplicable sense of fear getting heavier and heavier, and I was even a little afraid of seeing her, but when I thought about it, there was nothing particularly strange about it, I guess it might be Because of the frequent contact with autopsies, the psychological pressure is too great.
I didn’t know the seriousness of the problem until I accidentally discovered it once.
I went to her dormitory to look for her that night, but she wasn’t there. The door was ajar, and I sat on the sofa waiting for her. I got impatient, so I stood up and looked through her writing desk, looking for a magazine for entertainment. There were no good-looking magazines, so I just took one An old newspaper, accidentally, a piece of paper floated out from the stack and fell to the ground. It was a piece of old and yellowed paper. My nerves were tense all of a sudden. I seem to have seen this paper somewhere before. .
I picked up the piece of paper and turned it over, my eyes widened in horror. It turned out that this was the volunteer form of the female corpse that I dissected a year ago. Before the corpse was handed over to the dissection room, I had signed on it. Character.
That’s right! My signature is still on it, but how did it appear here?
I was a little panicked, so I hurriedly opened the old newspaper and looked. In the column of social vision, it was the social news of “White-collar Beauty Suicides for Love”. The date of the newspaper was the day when my autopsy was performed. I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and I felt chills, and suddenly felt an indescribable eerieness in this room.
At this time, I heard clear footsteps in the corridor, the sound of high heels, walking towards this side step by step. I didn’t know what to do for a while, so I had to bite the bullet and wait for her to appear.
The footsteps came to the door and stopped suddenly. I didn’t see anyone, but I seemed to feel that she was standing at the door and staring at me. My feet were a little weak, but I didn’t dare to move. After a while, the sound of high heels sounded again. Come, get farther and farther, and finally disappear.
I ran home frantically and calmed down for a few hours, my mind was spinning rapidly, how could this be? Maybe she’s just that girl’s classmate or colleague, or maybe a good friend, so it’s not surprising to keep these things. Also, maybe the sound of footsteps just came from downstairs, it’s all because I’m too sensitive.
My mind was a little more stable, so I called her on the cell phone, hoping to find out the truth.
No one answered the phone, I tried desperately to call, but it was always a long tone.
The more she didn’t answer, the more frightened I felt.
After a while, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, exactly the same as what she heard there, the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the concrete floor. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t dare to breathe.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!” Someone knocked on the door.
It was really her, she came to me! After much hesitation, I finally convinced myself to open the door.
“It’s you!” I said, my throat a little astringent.
“It’s me,” she said.
“I went to look for you at night, but you’re not here.” I stepped back and said.
“I went out to do some errands! When I came back, I found you were here,” she said.
“yes?”
“Why do you keep calling my cell phone?” she said.
“I… I’m afraid something will happen to you.” I said.
She smiled and said, “How about I stay with you tonight?”
I want her to go, but I can’t say it. We have known each other for so long, but she has never let me touch her body. I thought to myself that maybe I was really suspicious. Her appearance has nothing in common with that girl, so how could it be related?
I’m going to take a shower first! ’ she said as she headed for the bathroom.
“Okay!” I stepped aside.
I sat in the living room and heard the sound of flushing water inside. I felt uneasy, but I always persuaded myself not to think about those weird things. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
She came out in her pajamas and sat on the couch across from me.
We were relatively silent.
“Let me give you a massage.” She walked behind me with a smile and pinched my shoulder.
“You said, do the corpses feel pain when the scalpel is cut?” She asked suddenly.
I jumped up from the sofa and shouted, “You, who are you?”
But as soon as the neck hurts, like being hit by a heavy object, he has already lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I had a splitting headache and found that my hands and feet were tied to the bed.
I saw her standing in front of the bed, looking at me angrily, that look! I remembered, that look was exactly the same as that female corpse!
“You…you are…” I couldn’t restrain my fear, but it was useless to struggle.
I noticed that her face was changing, changing slowly, eyes, nose, mouth were all shifting, after a while, a face that made people kb appear in front of me, it was her! That female corpse from a year ago!
“You said that it hurts like death. Does the corpse feel pain when the scalpel is cut?” She asked me again sharply.
“Also…maybe!” I said tremblingly.
She slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, I have never felt so disgusted, her body is just an empty shell from the nape of her neck to the bottom, her internal organs have long been gone, and her red body cavity is exposed.
“Tell me, do I hurt?” She said angrily.
“But you did it voluntarily!” I shouted.
“I regret committing suicide for that man, but just as I was about to leave this dirty world, you woke me up again! I want you to be with me forever!” she said.
“You, what do you want to do?” I said in horror.
She laughed stiffly, took out a gleaming scalpel from her pajama pocket, shook it in front of me, and then pressed it against the crest of my neck.
“I want to let you know the pain of being dissected!” She said grimly.
“Don’t! Don’t! You’re dead, I’m alive!” I shouted.
There was a stabbing pain in my throat, as if I had been skinned alive, and I screamed and sat up.
I found that my whole body was sweating profusely as if I had been soaked in water. The moonlight shone on me through the window. She was not in the room. Could it be that she had been dreaming at night?
I feel incredible, but very happy, there is a thrill of escape from death.
The next day, when I woke up, I found something that would never give me peace. Under the bed, there was a scalpel, a sharp scalpel with a cold light.
This afternoon, I went to her room again, but the door was closed tightly. The neighbor’s old lady told me that no one had rented this room since the woman committed suicide.
From then on, I didn’t dare to touch any dead bodies anymore, and I didn’t even dare to stay in medical school anymore, so I had to change my career to become a drug dealer.
But did what happened that night really happen?
To this day, I still haven’t found the answer!