There was someone coming towards the emergency room. As the figure got closer, it was clear that the person was not Nurse Yang who might have returned from a phone call.
The fluorescent lights in the emergency room are bright white at night. Because people become tired at night, the white light is particularly glaring, and the human body outlined by it may give people a sense of abruptness, like walking out of a dream into reality.
Regardless of whether the above reasons are valid or not, the two young men in the yellow sweater can be sure that their hearts were beating faster and they felt like they were frightened.
The man walking towards them, although not tall and seemingly non-threatening in terms of height, was wrapped in a black coat and with almost silent steps, he looked like a black panther, emitting waves of awe-inspiring aura.
"Ren, Professor Ren--" the man in the yellow sweater spoke, with a hint of timidity in his voice.
Zhiyuan, the young man who was in a hazy and half-dream state before, was now completely awake and swallowed his saliva.
"What are you doing standing here?" the man asked them both.
The man in the yellow sweater quickly reported: "Our plane is late. If we go to the hotel, it might be early in the morning and we won't have time to sleep. It's better to come to the hospital directly and not have to run around. So I sent you a text message to let you know. I thought you were asleep--"
Did this scary man wake up in the middle of the night to check their text messages? The man in the yellow sweater couldn't help but complain in his heart when he spoke to the other party. Waiting for their text messages? Impossible. It can only be said that this man has developed some professional habits and is ready to respond immediately to the movement of the phone.
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"I guessed you would be here." The man was not afraid to tell the two men directly, "I left you guys here alone, I was afraid you would do something."
The man in the yellow sweater scratched his forehead with his hand, an unconvinced gesture that showed: What can we do?
His companion Zhiyuan opened his mouth to yawn but didn't dare to yawn. When he saw his companion's eyes, he looked helpless: You dragged me into this.
"We haven't done anything." The man in yellow sweater responded seriously, "Without you coming here, we haven't officially started working here, so how can we do anything?"
"What were you just doing standing here?" the man repeated the question he had asked them both at the beginning.
Don't think you can fool this black panther-like man. It can be seen that this man has a high degree of understanding of their moral character.
The man in the yellow sweater turned his head.
What is the situation in the emergency room now? I have to admit that the injured person inside is at a critical point of life and death. If the emergency doctor can't find a solution, the patient will most likely die.
Zhiyuan, the young man who seemed to be taciturn, opened his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse compared to the quick and bright rhythm of the man in the yellow sweater, but the content of his words was much more direct than the man in the yellow sweater who was beating around the bush. He said, "Hemothorax, plus sudden and heavy bleeding in the abdominal cavity, it is very likely that--"
The man waved his hand, asking him to pause his report and walk towards the door of the emergency room.
The man in yellow sweater moved aside to make room for him.
Even if the door is opened a little wider at this time, it is not certain that the person inside will notice it.
The air in the emergency room was destined to be hot, and the doctors and nurses were so anxious to save people that they had no time to take care of anything else.
"Scalpel." Xie Wanying shouted again.
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