C20 Life and death

I looked around the room, but the doctor had been fiddling with his surgical instruments and hadn't turned his face back, so I couldn't be sure who he was. I watched him fiddle around with the small scalpel in his hand.

I waited for him to turn his face towards me, but when he finally turned his face towards me, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had only seen that face once, but he was definitely right.

I pounded on the glass door and tried to push it open, but it was locked and impossible to open from the outside. I was anxious to break in, but the person inside was as unconscious as the person in the bed …

It wasn't until I kicked at the door and the sound caught his attention that he put down what he was doing and came up to me in annoyance. I thought he was going to open the door for me, but he slapped me in the face through the glass door and said through the crack, "The patient is in desperate need of rescue now.

I don't know what's wrong with this guy. The person lying on the bed is clearly dead, but he can still save him in his eyes.

I pulled out the lock on the lock that held the door, trying to find a way to open it, but there wasn't a tool.

He glanced back at me and made a silent gesture, then put on a mask, disinfected all the utensils in the tray with alcohol, and circled the body.

I didn't know what he was up to, but I had a bad feeling that I had to open this door. I told him not to mess around, but he ignored everything I said.

With trembling hands, he carefully slit open the chest with the scalpel. I saw the blood quickly slide down the sides of the bed, forming two blood-red water curtains. I hammered at the door, but he paid no attention to me, as if he were actually performing an operation.

He reached out his hand towards me. "Hurry up and give me the needle and thread as well as gauze. The patient has lost too much blood. If you don't stop it now, it will be life-threatening." After saying this, it was as if a person was performing a one-man show, picking up a bandage from a plate to stop the bleeding, and then starting to sew needles. He suddenly stopped what he was doing halfway through.

I'm still dealing with this annoying lock. It's been almost five minutes and it still hasn't moved … In the meantime, I also have to focus my attention on Song Tao.

When I looked up again, he was holding the dead man's intestines in his hands as if he were admiring a work of art. He held the bloody intestines in front of his face, sniffed the other end of the intestines and seemed to enjoy it, then put the intestines back into the dead man's stomach with glowing eyes and pulled something out from his belly.

I tugged at the door, and it finally came free. I pushed it open and rushed in, and before he could react, I was right in front of him, and I was about to try to subdue him, but he smashed his hand against my face, and the blood splattered all over my face.

Some of the blood dripped into my eyes, and an uncomfortable feeling spread all over me. I closed my eyes painfully and let it go, for I couldn't see, and I didn't know what he was wrapping around my neck, but he was pushing me very, very hard to the point of death.

The vision had not returned, and I could only use my fingers in the darkness to resist the noose around my neck, but it was no use. The feeling was suffocating, and I tried to struggle free, but I couldn't.

"I'm still having surgery. Why did you suddenly rush in? Nothing can stop the doctor from having surgery. Do you know?" I opened my eyes wide and finally regained my vision. Although it was still blurry, I could at least see what was in front of me. I stared at the utensils on the plate and tried to reach the scissors, but it was too far away for me to reach them. Furthermore, he kept pulling my body backwards, making it more and more difficult for me to breathe.

At the edge of life and death, one's potential is limitless. I used all the strength in my body, and finally let my body slant forward for a moment. The moment I touched the scissors, he pulled me back, but the thing that could save my life was already in my hand.

I pointed the scissors at the rope, and in an instant, the binding around my neck was gone. Although the tip of the scissors had touched my skin, it was nothing compared to what I had felt earlier.

Due to the sudden loss of support, Song Tao used too much strength. Thus, the moment I cut the rope, he quickly retreated backwards and heavily crashed into the wall. I should have seized this opportunity to retaliate quickly.

But as soon as I regained my breath, I didn't have the energy to do any of those actions, so I had to hold on to the edge of the bed and breathe deeply, greedily, the air I could barely breathe.

However, he obviously didn't give me that chance. While I was still paralyzed by the bed, he took advantage of my complete laziness and kicked me in the back. A force came from behind me, and my chest directly hit the corner of the bed.

The follow-up attack was more than a simple kick. Before I could recover from the pain, he grabbed my head and knocked it against the bed. I let myself be pushed off the bed and fell to the floor, the sound of pork being thrown onto the bed.

I kept coughing nonstop as I really didn't have the strength to fight back, but if I don't fight back, the only result will be death. At this moment, I still couldn't understand why Song Tao would suddenly turn into this, even though he was still guarding Song Tao last night.

He laughed sinisterly, his laughter echoing in the room. He pulled up the half-dead me and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to cripple you. Then I'm going to make you lie on this bed. I'm going to operate on you."

I smiled. "I've never seen an idiot doctor injure someone and then treat them."

"I am. Otherwise, how would there be such a patient to perform surgery on me?" He grabbed my head again and slammed it down on the bed.

I felt a warm liquid running down my head. "You're not a fucking doctor, you don't call yourself a doctor in a white coat!"

The moment I shouted the last word, he knocked my head against the corner of the bed, and a wave of dizziness filled my head. He let go of his hand, and I was completely powerless, lying on the edge of the bed, unable to move.

The whole ceiling was spinning, and I felt myself slowly losing consciousness, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier …

I wanted to sleep, I hadn't slept for an entire day. I was really tired, if I could just sleep for a bit, it would probably be great, I told myself.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, a familiar female voice rang in my ears, "Brother Zhong, don't sleep. Get up quickly. There's still some bad news I need you to catch. How can you sleep now?"

"But I'm too tired, and I can't hold on any longer. The case is too difficult, so I might as well leave it to someone else." I smiled back at her.

"Open your eyes and look at me. If you sleep, what should I do …" You weren't like this before, did you forget? " As the woman's voice grew clearer, I opened my eyes and saw Ding Zhu slowly descend from the ceiling with open arms. She was about to embrace me, and I welcomed her embrace with open arms.

"We'll just rest for a few seconds. Later on, you have to get up and deal with him, okay?" I smiled, closed my eyes and said, "Okay …"