There was someone coming towards the emergency room in front, and as the figure approached, it was clear that the person walking was not Nurse Yang who might have returned after answering the phone. The fluorescent lamps in the emergency room were blinking white at night. Because people are tired of their physical habits at night, the white light is particularly dazzling. The outline of the human body drawn from this may give people a feeling like walking out of a dream.
The abruptness of reality.
Regardless of whether the above reasons are true or not, what the two young men in Huang Sweater can be sure of is that their hearts are pounding a few times, and they feel like being frightened and frightened. Who let this man walk in front of them, although he is not tall, he does not seem to be threatening in height, but he is wrapped in a black coat, his footsteps are almost silent, like a black panther, exuding waves of awe-inspiring aura
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"Ren, Professor Ren—" Huang Sweater said, with a little timidity in his voice.
Zhiyuan, a young man who had been in a half-dream before, had completely woken up now, swallowing saliva in his throat.
"What are you standing here for?" the man asked both of them. Huang Sweater hurriedly made a report: "Our plane is late. I thought it might be early in the morning if I ran to the hotel. I don't need to go to bed. It's better to come to the hospital directly instead of running around. So I sent you a text message to let me know.
You fell asleep—” Did this horrible man wake up in the middle of the night to check their text messages? Yellow Sweater couldn’t help complaining in his heart when he spoke to the other party. Waiting for their text messages? Impossible. I can only say , this man practiced early
With a certain professional habit, I have made a physical response to the movement of the mobile phone at any time and immediately.
"I guessed that you would be here." The man was not afraid to tell the two people frankly, "Let you hang out here by yourself, afraid that you will do something."
Huang Sweater scratched his forehead with his hand, and his unconvinced gesture expressed: What can we do
His companion Zhiyuan opened his mouth and wanted to yawn but he didn't dare to yawn. When he received the look in his eyes, he looked helpless: I was dragged into the water by you.
"We didn't do anything." Huang Sweater responded seriously, "Without your professor coming, and we haven't officially started working here, how could we do anything?"
"What were you standing here for?" the man repeated the question he had asked the two of them in the first place.
Just don't think that you can fool this man like a black panther. It can be seen that this man has a high degree of grasp of their virtues.
The yellow sweater turned around.
What's going on in the emergency room now? I have to admit that the wounded inside are at a critical point of life and death. If the emergency doctor still can't find a way, the patient will probably die. Zhiyuan, a young man who seems not very talkative, opened up his voice. Compared with the quick and bright speaking rhythm of the yellow sweater, his voice was a bit hoarse, but the content of his speech was more direct than the yellow sweater who beat around the bush.
Chest, plus the sudden increased bleeding in the abdominal cavity, it is most likely—"
The man waved his hand, asking him to suspend the report first, and approached the emergency room door.
The yellow sweater turned sideways to make room for him.
Even if the door is opened a little more at this time, the people inside may not notice it.
The air in the rescue room is doomed to be hot, and the doctors and nurses are too anxious to save people and have no time to care about other things. "Scalpel." Xie Wanying shouted again.