"Genuine, guaranteed!"
"You don't have the skill of the Seven Arrows of Nailhead either!"
"Fang Zong!!! If you utter another word, believe me, I'll take you down with me!"
Can't we just have a pleasant chat anymore?
Ninth Sister lost her temper, and Fang Zong felt exhausted, so he continued to look through the medical data.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Fang Zong saw a patient's information.
Medical records.
[Special events in dermatology], pathology records, and interview transcripts.
Patient's name: Ukdor.
Symptoms Overview: Extensive skin corrosion, blistering, and peeling, suspected to be caused by an unknown viral infection. The patient has been placed in an isolation ward of the intensive care unit, and the cause is under investigation.
Admission date: January 23, 2019.
It was a very ordinary case, but strangely, Fang Zong stopped.
He tapped his fingers on the documents, then raised his eyebrows: "Save him?"
Ninth Sister's proud voice rang out: "No one is better than a doctor. Healing the sick and saving lives is the truth for us!"
"Isn't the Seven Arrows of Nailhead Book for killing people?" Fang Zong touched his nose.
Ninth Sister: "..."
"The skills you gave me aren't right either!"
Ninth Sister: "...Will you save me or not? Believe me or not, I'll take you down with me!"
Fang Zong chuckled: "...Alright, I'll save you."
I put on my white coat and left the lounge.
"Fang, good afternoon."
“My dear Fang, today is the New Year in Dongguo. I can spend a wonderful evening with you after you get off work…”
The hospital corridor was bright and clean, and along the way, many nurses came up to me.
Fang Zong, an international student at Little University, completed all Western academic courses below the doctoral level through self-study and worked as an intern at Little Hospital.
He has a bright future ahead of him. If Fang Zong hadn't said that he would definitely return to China after graduation, even more young nurses would have surrounded him.
The intensive care unit has ten beds and four isolation wards.
According to regulations, there is one head nurse and three nurses on duty.
Fang Zong's mentor is the honorary president of Ritter Hospital. He made an excuse, greeted the head nurse, put on his protective suit, went through the disinfection door, and entered the No. 3 isolation ward.
The ward was very simple. Apart from a lot of medical equipment, there was only a hospital bed with a robust Caucasian man lying in it.
Ukdo had a full beard and his arms were covered in black hair, making him look like a strong polar bear. But at this moment, half of his hair had fallen out, and large areas of his skin were peeling off, revealing blood-red muscles on his chest, abdomen, and neck.
At the edge of the peeling skin, there are many barbs curled back, one by one, as if they have been torn apart.
That's how it is in other people's eyes.
However, in Fang Zong's eyes, Ukdo was covered in black mist, which slowly tore at his skin. He could have killed him immediately, but instead, he made Ukdo suffer the terrible torment of the abyss of despair before his death!
"It really is the work of ghosts and monsters."
Fang Zong's eyes lit up.
He turned and left.
Saving lives is possible, but it needs to be done according to regulations.
Fang Zong took off his protective suit in the lounge and had just stepped out when someone handed him coffee.
Head Nurse Nali, who was over thirty and had a more mature and alluring figure, raised an eyebrow and smiled: "You'd better stay away from this Ukdo."
"What if I could save him?"
“You can save him?” Nali’s hand trembled, and coffee splashed out, landing on her hand.
"Yes, I can save him."
Fang Zong smiled slightly: "But I don't want this matter to get out. I need you to divert the nurses and let me in quietly. Of course, I will give you a certain reward. How about thirty thousand US dollars?"
Nari: ...It looks very tempting.
But compared to the work of a head nurse, it's far inferior.
Fang Zong continued, "If anything happens, I'll say I knocked you out, or you can say that too. In any case, it has nothing to do with you. I just want to save people."
"Save him?"
Nali laughed: "Ukudo is a big shot in Chinatown. He has countless lives on his hands, including the lives of you Easterners. You want to save him?"
Fang Zong's eyes flashed coldly, but he put on a subtle smile again: "I am a doctor."
"You really won't implicate me?"
"You just need to pretend you can't see me, and you'll get thirty thousand dollars."
Soon, three nurses were reassigned to prepare medication, and Fang Zong entered the isolation room and stood in front of Ukdo's bed.
"Help me! Help...help me!"
Ukdo stared at Fang Zong, whose body was ramrod straight in front of the bed.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'll help you. You won't die."
Most critically ill patients experience hallucinations at this time. Fang Zong knew that in Ukdo's eyes, he might have wings and a halo above his head.
Dying patients need hope, and they will find solace in it.
"No...no...you can't save me! Ghost...ghost!"
Ukdo suddenly grabbed Fang Zong's wrist and looked at him with a serious expression.
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