"The supernatural radiation has broken through the upper limit and exceeded the maximum measurable value!"
"It's impossible to perform a brain scan on the injured. The mental attack is too strong!"
"The injured person is unable to breathe on his own... The blood oxygen level is alarming again! Quick, quick, quick—"
…
Everyone was shouting, everyone was running. The emergency stretcher whizzed through the corridor and was pushed to the emergency room at lightning speed. Bai Sheng lay on it, his eyes closed, and his muscles were trembling due to the strong convulsions of his nerve centers.
He had completely lost consciousness, with only one hand tightly holding Shen Zhuo's hand beside the stretcher, as if he was unconsciously holding a life-saving straw, and his veins bulged with pain.
“Senior, senior!” Chen Miao ran from the end of the corridor, running behind the stretcher, holding a satellite phone in his hand: “This is the third call from the International Inspectorate. Director General Nielsen is on the line waiting to talk to you—”
At this time, the stretcher rushed to the emergency room. The medical specialists who had been on standby for a long time rushed forward and helped Shen Zhuo to force his hand free which had been pinched all the way. The emergency stretcher rushed into the emergency room like an arrow.
With a muffled bang, the radiation isolation door closed heavily, and then the red light indicating rescue was turned on.
Shen Zhuo stood in front of the emergency room, with the red warning light reflected in his dark eyes. The terrified inspectors beside him rushed over, took off his right glove, and saw that the back of his hand was bruised purple, and his little finger was dislocated, which was caused by being squeezed alive along the way.
There was no sign of pain on Shen Zhuo's face. He let them treat his right hand. At the same time, he took the satellite phone from Chen Miao with his left hand, but ignored Nelson who was waiting on the line and hung up without even looking at him.
"Senior?"
“Where is my confidential data platform?”
"Ah, here it is!" Chen Miao immediately pulled out a tablet computer from his bag and handed it forward.
The ten permanent inspectors all have data platforms issued by the International General Administration. Only this computer can connect to the General Administration's confidential database, which contains the names, addresses, types of superpowers, and restraint methods of most evolvers around the world.
Even a district inspector like Kingston does not have a login pass, and only the ten permanent inspectors have viewing privileges.
"Senior, do you want to go into the database to check how to crack the daydream?" Chen Miao watched Shen Zhuo quickly log into the database, and couldn't help but be puzzled: "But mental abilities are undetectable. Unless the person with the ability is willing to confess, it is impossible to accurately record it. Senior Su Jiqiao never told anyone that his ability is a daydream!"
With a slight click, the medical expert helped Shen Zhuo restore his finger bones. Before he could give him any more painkillers, the Shenhai City Inspector waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary. He then withdrew his hand and quickly searched for something on the tablet.
"Inspector..."
The psychic wanted to say that if the large and terrible bruise on your hand is not treated now, it will be more painful and more horrible tomorrow; but looking at Shen Zhuo's profile which was as calm and focused as ice, he had to force himself to hold back his words, stepped back a few steps quietly, and went to the emergency room to help.
"It's useless for Su Jiqiao to hide it any longer." Shen Zhuo quickly eliminated the thousands of results in the General Administration's database one by one, and said coldly: "He is only A-level, and Daydreaming is not Fatal Strike."