Xia Yihan put Dr. Zhang on the toilet seat, she quickly put on the gloves, and changed clothes with her, imitating her appearance, let her hair down, covering most of her face, and then took off Dr. Zhang's glasses, make it their own.
Xia Yihan first locked the bathroom door, then went into the compartment, bolted it from the inside, then stepped on the wall-mounted paper box, supported the door with both hands, turned it over, and landed smoothly. The whole process was completed in one go.
This morning, she put on a mature female makeup look, and matched it with abstinence-style black-rimmed glasses. When she looked in the mirror, it had a fake effect.
After walking out of the bathroom, she went up to the third floor. The inpatient department and the outpatient building were different. Comparing the two, the former was the classroom during a nap, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor could be clearly heard.
Xia Yihan touched the scalpel in his pocket, walked through the corridor, came to Dr. Zhang's ward, found Gong Yanhua's medical records, and walked to the special ward while looking at it. The policewoman in front of the door was on duty in the row of chairs. Get up and block the door to the ward.
The policewoman glanced at her badge: "Are you Doctor Zhang?"
Xia Yihan had medical masks stacked on his chin, holding a file clip in his left hand, and his right hand in the pocket in front of the white coat. The eyes shot from behind the glasses were sharp and cold, and the whole person looked inhumane.
"Yes, to patrol the room." She lowered her voice deliberately, and the ending was clean and neat, sounding a little impatient, and did not want to explain more to the policewoman.
The policewoman looked behind her and took a business-like attitude, "Didn't the nurse come with you?"
Xia Yihan said calmly: "There was a debridement operation, and the patient's reaction was too great. The nurse with my partner came over to help."
The policewoman smiled politely: "I'm sorry, we need to make sure that two people are present at the same time when checking the victim's condition."
Xia Yi looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, his eyes swept across the policewoman's face, and took out the professional indifference of seeing too many people "sick" every day, "Okay, the operation is estimated to end at 7 o'clock. , I'll come back later."
After he finished speaking, Xia Yihan turned his toes and walked out, without any hesitation, with a kind of indifference of "You don't let me see, I'm not rare".
When she passed the nurse station, she saw two nurses typing information into the computer. She went down to the first floor and saw several family members waiting in front of the operating room. A nurse pushed her cart past her, and the cleaning aunt stared intently at the mop.
Keeping everyone's activities in mind, Xia Yihan reconfirmed the safe route and the monitoring blind spots outside the hospital to prepare for the escape after the event was completed.
Like a ghost, she floated past everyone, her feet were silent, her steps were light, and no one noticed her on the way. When she saw her figure, she defaulted to a white-clothed staff member.
Back in the office, on the computer, Xia Yihan recalled all the records since Gong Yanhua was hospitalized, and browsed it carefully to gain a detailed understanding of her injury.
When she found an apple on the table, she took out a scalpel, turned the flowers, and peeled off the apple's skin. The red coat of the whole apple faded away in an instant, revealing the flesh. She didn't eat it, and continued to "peel". The knife is smooth, and the pulp that is pushed out is extremely thin and almost transparent.
Turning around in circles, the apple has only a core left, and the skin and flesh are like ribbons. They lie in the trash can. In a short time, they change from a spherical shape to a long strip, completing the physical shape switching. .
After warming up before finishing the carving, Xia Yihan took out the cotton, rubbed the knife with alcohol, put the knife into the transparent bag, and put it in his clothes pocket.
After touching the fish for a long time, she finally got to seven o'clock. She walked to the door of the special ward again, holding the shelf of the patrol room.
When the policewoman saw that she was still alone, she cast a questioning look.
"The operation isn't over yet. I'll have to keep track of the course of the disease later, so let's go in with me, I'll check the situation, and you'll be watching."
The policewoman hesitated for a moment, "It's not a matter of the number of people, but we need to ensure that two medical staff are present when checking the victim's condition."
This is the previous sensitive period. The security personnel will first check the identities of the doctors and nurses, and then ensure that two medical staff are in the ward at the same time to prevent one of them from touching the victim, and only the insiders can see the hands and feet.
But now that the sensitive period has passed, the large troops have withdrawn, and the installation of security personnel is also a decoration. The focus is on guarding the victims rather than the medical staff. The main task is to ensure that the victims do not commit suicide and can be discharged as soon as possible.
Interfering with the attending doctor's rounds is not a move that will help the patient to be discharged as soon as possible.
Xia Yihan didn't point out the reason, but followed the words of the policewoman: "Okay, then I'll come back tomorrow. You cooperate with the nurse on duty tonight and pay more attention to the patient's condition. She may suddenly have a high fever."
After speaking, Xia Yihan turned out and hurried back.
The policewoman was taken aback: "Fever? Why?"
"The patient experienced postoperative heat absorption two days ago, and we applied cold compresses to her. However, the patient's constitution is special, and the body's immune system function is somewhat disordered. Tonight, we have to confirm whether she is still feverish to rule out the possibility of infection."
The policewoman looked flustered, looked inside through the glass opening on the door, and said softly to Xia Yihan, "Doctor Zhang, go in."
After she finished speaking, she opened the door, Xia Yihan was not polite, and walked into the ward with a swagger. It was nightfall, and the blackout curtains blocked the outside light. In the entire ward, there was only a star and a half of light that penetrated through the corridor, providing patients with rest. the perfect environment.
After the policewoman came in, she turned around and closed the door, tiptoeing, for fear of disturbing the patient to rest.
On the hospital bed, the victim lay down silently, covered with a thick quilt, covering most of his face, and the other half hidden in the darkness. Someone came in, but she didn't wake up, and slept very seriously.
With his back to the door, Xia Yihan stood in front of the ECG monitor. He didn't deliberately lower his voice, but his tone sounded extremely low, as if the monitor's value was abnormal: "Do you know how to recognize the value?"
The policewoman walked up to her: "I know them all, otherwise they wouldn't have sent me to guard them."
Xia Yihan stretched out his right hand and pointed at the top line: "What does this ECG waveform indicate?"
The policewoman stared at the undulating curve and looked seriously. When Xia Yihan's outstretched hand was retracted, it was as swift as a snake, and quickly circled behind her head. She slashed her palm to the carotid sinus under the sternocleidomastoid muscle. The policewoman had no time to respond, and she was already unconscious in the flash of lightning.
Xia Yihan caught the policewoman's fallen body with his right hand and put her on the bench in the corner.
She looked up to check the monitor, and her heartbeat was steady and normal, indicating that the victim was still in a coma or sleeping state and did not notice the movement in the room.
Xia Yihan turned on the light and saw everything in the room, including the victim's yellowed forehead on the bed, and the messy hair.
Xia Yihan took out the scalpel, held it in his hand, and put on a white coat, like an angel who was conscientious, sticking to his post, and opening his stomach for the patient.
She touched the top of the quilt and lifted the quilt, revealing the victim's head and upper body.
The next second, the person lying on the bed suddenly sat up, raised his right hand, held a syringe in his hand, aimed at Xia Yihan's neck vein, stabbed it, and then put his thumb on the piston handle and quickly pushed the anesthetic in.
For a time, Xia Yihan's eyes were crystal clear in the blue light, reflecting the wild face in front of her. Soon, her vision gradually blurred, and her strength slipped away from her body, leaving no trace. The knife in her hand slipped and hit the floor tile. Makes a screeching sound.
Before she lost consciousness, the corners of her mouth twitched, she laughed, and squeezed a voice out of her throat, "Sister..."