Zhou Ze scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face. He slowly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked a little haggard. As an emergency doctor, this kind of haggardness seemed to be a standard feature.
"Doctor Zhou, a new patient will be here soon. He seemed to have fallen from the upstairs. I don't know if it was suicide!" Nurse Wang Ya shouted at the door of the men's bathroom.
"Got it, I'll be there right away." Zhou Ze responded, then took out a tissue to wipe the water droplets and started walking out.
The ambulance quickly drove into the hospital. Lying on the stretcher was an old man in a gray Tang suit. He kept coughing, and blood foam and spleen organ fragments were coughed out from time to time. His whole body was covered in blood.
Zhou Ze immediately ran over and pushed the stretcher while observing the injured's condition, while shouting to the people in front: "Prepare the surgical instruments, quickly!"
The injured are in a very bad condition.
“I… I… don’t want to die.”
The old man opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Ze, who was closest to him.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine. We will help you. You won't die."
Most dying patients will say something like this at this time. After all, there are only a few people who can truly face death calmly. As a doctor, this is certainly not the time to analyze the condition with the injured and tell you how likely you are to survive. What the injured need at this time is psychological comfort.
“No… no… down there… down there… down there… it’s really too scary…”
The old man suddenly grabbed Zhou Ze's wrist and looked at him seriously.
"Calm down and relax. Your life will be fine." Although his wrist was a little painful, Zhou Ze still did not try to break free.
"I don't want to... I don't want to go down there anymore... They... They found me... I... They found me..."
"Hiss..." Zhou Ze suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
"Doctor Zhou, your hand!" the young nurse beside him shouted immediately.
The old man's nails were very long, and for some reason, they were black, a transparent black color like amber, without any dirt gathered inside.
At this time, the old man's nails had already embedded into the flesh of Zhou Ze's wrist.
"I'm not going down... I'm not going down... I'm not going down... Haha... cough cough cough..."
The old man suddenly straightened up and started coughing violently. Then, his body trembled, and the hand that was holding Zhou Ze fell off, and the whole person became motionless.
"Prepare for rescue!" Zhou Ze shouted.
The old man was pushed into the emergency room, where doctors and nurses began to perform first aid measures on him and the defibrillator was ready.
"Doctor Zhou, let me help you treat your wound." Wang Ya came over at this time.
As doctors, they were not actually worried about these minor injuries. What they were most worried about was that if the old man had other diseases, it might put the doctors in a dangerous situation of occupational exposure. After all, the old man just had a lot of blood on his hands, and no one knew whether he had any infectious disease.
Some diseases, if contracted, may ruin your life.
After the wound was bandaged, another doctor came out of the emergency room and shook his head at Zhou Ze.
This means that the person could not be saved.
Everyone was feeling a little disappointed, but for them, this kind of thing was something they were used to and they would quickly adjust.
"Doctor Zhou, let's do a check-up," Wang Ya suggested.
"No, I have something to do tonight." Zhou Ze shook his head, went straight to the locker room to change his clothes, then walked to the hospital parking lot and drove away.
As soon as the car drove under the Jianghai Avenue elevated road, Zhou Ze's cell phone rang.
"Hello, I'm Zhou Ze."
"Doctor Zhou, the children are waiting for you."
"I'm sorry, Principal Wu, a patient is delayed. I'll be there right away. Please let the children wait for me for a while."
"Okay, okay." The person on the other end quickly hung up the phone.
Zhou Ze looked at the time again. It was already 8:30 in the evening. The children in the orphanage usually went to bed early.
The red light turned green, Zhou Ze stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.
"beep!!!!!!!!"
At this time,
A heavy truck ran a red light and drove over. Zhou Ze only had time to turn his head to look at the glaring high beam outside the window.
immediately,
"Bang!"
The world is spinning.
The car was like a fragile piece of white paper in front of the heavy truck and was knocked away. It rolled several times in the air and fell to the ground.
… …
"Forehead… "
Zhou Ze wakes up.
He found that his body was completely unable to move, as if it was stuck.
At the same time, he couldn't open his eyes. He knew that he had been in a car accident, a serious one. Out of professional ethics, he wanted to check his injuries right away, but he couldn't move.
All around, there were the sounds of other vehicles passing by and various lamas.
Am I still at the scene of the accident
Am I still in the car
Zhou Ze thought in his heart.
soon,
The sirens of police cars and fire trucks were heard.
Finally, Zhou Ze heard the familiar sound of an ambulance siren.
Zhou Ze felt that his body was being moved. The temperature nearby was a little high. It seemed that they were cutting his car to rescue him.
Zhou Ze has participated in many rescue operations of this kind and is familiar with some of the procedures.
It's a pity that the cake in the trunk of my car and the Children's Day party for the children in the orphanage will have to be ruined.
"Doctor Zhou!"
A familiar calling voice.
It should be Doctor Chen from the hospital.
Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At least, he saved his life. This could be considered an unexpected disaster.
There were also several nurses' voices around him, but because it was too noisy nearby, Zhou Ze could not hear them clearly.
But then, Dr. Chen's words made Zhou Ze's heart suddenly sink to the bottom!
"Doctor Zhou has lost vital signs."
No,
I'm not dead!
I'm not dead yet!
I'm not dead!!
Zhou Ze screamed desperately in his heart!
He is not dead, he is still conscious, he is not dead!
Next, Zhou Ze felt someone performing CPR on him. He felt the heavy squeeze again and again, but he couldn't open his eyes or speak.
He is not dead.
He hoped they would soon realize that he was not dead!
But after a busy day,
Zhou Ze heard the crying voices of several nurses he knew.
Dr. Chen punched a nearby car door and looked very sad.
Hello!
Don't give up!
Don't give up!
I'm not dead!
I should be in suspended animation now.
Excessive blood loss
Seriously injured
But I'm not really dead!
I should still be breathing, my heart should still be beating!
Zhou Ze roared madly in his heart.
But then, he felt himself being carried onto a stretcher, probably into an ambulance.
Then there was the sound of an ambulance starting.
The nurses in the carriage were still crying.
But this crying sounded particularly harsh to Zhou Ze's ears.
He is not dead yet.
Why are you crying!
Why are you crying!
Look at me again.
Look at me again,
Check again,
I'm not dead!
The ambulance stopped.
Then, Zhou Ze heard the voice of the hospital leader:
"The Xiao Zhou people are gone just like that?"
"The accident was very serious. Dr. Zhou was severely injured and lost too much blood. He has been confirmed dead."
"Really? The person is gone just like that?" Another vice president still didn't believe it.
"Xiao Zhou is gone." This was the voice of a department director. "I just checked again."
I'm not dead!
You bunch of quacks!
I'm not dead!
You bastards!
asshole!
Zhou Ze kept cursing in his heart. At this moment, the people around him were no longer his colleagues, nor his friends, nor his leaders and elders.
They actually thought they were dead.
But can the dead still hear sounds and feel things
I'm not dead!
You bastards,
brute,
I'm not dead!
Help me!
Help me!
The stretcher began to move, everything was quiet, and the temperature was gradually dropping.
"Xiaoya, don't be too sad. The dean said that the hospital will hold a memorial service for Dr. Zhou tomorrow."
"Sister Suqin, I just can't believe it. A person is gone just like that. Doctor Zhou was such a good person, how could he be gone just like that?"
"There are unexpected changes in the weather, and people are subject to misfortunes at any time. Just look at it with an open mind."
After the two nurses said this, they left.
All around,
Empty,
That chilly feeling.
It is so clear.
Zhou Ze kept struggling and trying to resist. He wanted to wake up and he desperately wanted to make his own voice heard.
But what he felt now was like sleep paralysis. No matter how hard he tried, his body was no longer under his control.
final,
He gave up in despair.
He is tired.
I am tired too.
He knows where he is now.
In the hospital,
Morgue.
… … …
When Zhou Ze "woke up" again, he felt a slight chill on his face, and a very clear tingling sensation.
"Have you finished your makeup?" someone asked.
"Don't be impatient, wait, he's been hit like this, how can he put on makeup so quickly?"
"The hospital is urging them to send him to the memorial service right away."
"Why don't you come?"
The makeup artist seemed a little angry and applied makeup more vigorously. Of course, their clients were dead people, who naturally wouldn't complain about pain, and they didn't have to worry about receiving complaints. They just needed to let living people see the results.
Zhou Ze no longer had the strength to struggle.
He just stayed there quietly.
Enduring the stinging pain of the makeup pen pressing down on my face,
finally,
The makeup is finished.
"Okay, let them in, our work is done."
Zhou Ze felt that his clothes were being changed, and then he was pushed out. The hospital nurse carried him to a soft and cramped space.
this,
It should be an ice coffin.
Then, all the noise around was instantly isolated.
The lid should be closed.
Jitter,
shake,
Bumping…
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Ze finally heard the sound again. The lid of the ice coffin should have been opened.
In-ear,
It is mourning music.
The dean was holding the microphone and giving a speech. He was praising himself and feeling sorry for himself.
Then there are the vice-president, director and so on.
around,
From time to time there were sounds of footsteps.
Some people just walked past quietly and took a last look at themselves.
Someone even tried to call out to me a few times, crying.
This is to pay respect to the deceased.
Look up,
My remains!
I am not dead.
I'm not really dead.
I'm not dead yet!
Not dead!
Zhou Ze wailed in his heart,
He started trying again.
But still no way,
He can only hear and feel.
But I can't speak,
I can't open my eyes.
Everyone thought he was dead.
But he knew clearly,
He is not dead yet!
The children from the orphanage also came and cried beside him.
They cried sincerely because Zhou Ze himself was also a child from an orphanage. Therefore, after working, most of his salary was donated to the orphanage. This time he had a car accident because he was rushing to drive back to the orphanage at night to spend Children's Day with the children.
"Xiao Zhou, go with peace of mind. This time, your accident was due to work, and you have no family. But the hospital will give your compensation to the orphanage, so don't worry." The vice president said as he stood beside Zhou Ze.
Then,
Zhou Ze felt that he was isolated again, and the lid of the ice coffin should be closed again.
Then there was another jolt.
Finally, it stopped.
The lid of the ice coffin was opened again.
It was quite quiet all around, with occasional human voices heard, but it wasn't noisy.
There were two people, one holding his shoulders and the other holding his legs to lift himself up, and then placed him on another cold rack, which seemed to be a steel plate.
These two people are very skilled. Very, very skilled.
There were faint cries all around.
Zhou Ze couldn't figure out where he was at first.
But at this time,
He suddenly understood.
Son of a bitch!
They sent themselves to the crematorium!
They are going to burn themselves!
I'm not dead, you bastards!
Fuck your ancestors!
I'm not dead!
Not dead yet!
Don't cremate me.
Don't cremate me!
I’m really not dead yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You bunch of beasts,
Bastard!
Son of a bitch!!!!
This time, Zhou Ze was the craziest and also the most insane time.
He knows,
Once you are cremated,
Then there is no room at all!
He will face death directly!
The complete end!
He was unwilling to accept this, he really was unwilling to accept this. He was not even thirty years old, he had not started a family, he had no children, he still had a life to live, and he still had a long way to go!
"Mom, I just saw this uncle's hand move." A little girl's timid voice sounded nearby.
"Pa!" A slap came over.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'll deal with you when I get back." The girl's mother scolded.
Zhou Ze was desperate.
Because no matter how hard he struggled,
How to roar in your heart,
No one outside can sense it.
He was put on the conveyor belt.
The machine starts up.
He is being pushed forward.
He knew what he was about to face.
Therefore, he was extremely terrified!
No,
No,
No!
I'm not dead, I'm really not dead!
Don't burn me!
Don't burn me!
No one can hear my call,
They are only responsible for sadness,
Only responsible for sadness,
Just responsible for completing this process,
Then go home for dinner and continue tomorrow.
finally,
Zhou Ze felt as if he was pushed into a narrow place full of the smell of oil residue.
Next,
A sticky liquid sprayed on his body.
He knew what this was.
It's gasoline.
Next,
“Sizzle…”
hot!
Very hot!
pain,
Severe burning pain!
fire,
fire,
Fire,
There was fire everywhere...