The nurses who cared for a man in a coma for over a year began getting pregnant one after another. But when the head doctor secretly installed a camera in the ward to uncover the truth, he saw something far more horrific and called the police.

When the first nurse reported her pregnancy, no one was surprised. People have private lives; no one is held accountable for what happens outside of work.

But then the second nurse became pregnant, and soon a third. It was then that rumors began swirling in the ward.

The strangest thing was that each of them claimed the same thing. None of them was in a committed relationship, none of them could name the man who had impregnated them. They avoided conversation, fumbled their words, and asked not to ask unnecessary questions.

But all these stories had one thing in common.

They had all been working night shifts for the past few months and were on duty in Ward 23B.

A young firefighter had been lying in this ward for over a year, caught in a terrible fire while on duty. He never came out of a coma.

His condition remained stable, but there was no improvement. Despite this, friends and colleagues continued to visit him, bringing flowers and cards, sometimes simply sitting by his side, hoping for a miracle.

When rumors reached the head physician, the first thing he did was check the patient. Perhaps something inexplicable had happened. But all the tests were identical: minimal brain activity, no reaction, no movement, no sign of consciousness.

Medically, what was happening was impossible. The nurses were definitely not pregnant with his child.

The more the doctor thought about it, the more alarmed he became. The nurses were hiding something. Not individually, but all together.

And then, driven by despair and a desire to know the truth, the head physician made a difficult decision. He secretly installed a hidden camera in ward 23B without telling anyone.

There were cameras in the hallways, but he was interested in something else. What happens in the ward at night, when the department is empty, the lights are dimmed, and the duty officers are changing.

A few nights later, he turned on the recording.

What he saw made him turn pale with horror and immediately call the police. 😨😲

A man came into the ward. Calmly, confidently, as if he had every right to be there. He was the brother of the firefighter in the coma.

He told the staff he was visiting a loved one, sat next to the bed, and spoke quietly and caringly. But when the door closed, everything changed.

He flirted with the nurses, promised them love, told them they were special, that no one was allowed to know about their meetings. He knew perfectly well there were no cameras in the ward.

He knew that no one would appear there at night. And he didn’t care that his brother lay just a few steps away, possibly hearing every word, but unable to move or call for help.

He told each of the women the same thing. He asked them to keep quiet. He said it was temporary, that they would get married later. And when they became pregnant, he simply disappeared, leaving them alone with questions and fear.

That same day, the head doctor called the police. And from that day on, Ward 23B was never without cameras.