After wearing the book, I made the villains cry

Chapter 84

The doctor stared at the syringe at his feet, and suddenly had a thought, and suddenly realized:

"It's the anesthetic! It must be the anesthetic! Either he is allergic to this anesthetic, or the nurse accidentally injected too much, which caused him to have symptoms of delirium!"

The security chief confirmed:
"That means he can still donate? Physically, the most important thing is that there is no other problem with the heart?"

The doctor nodded affirmatively: "No. It's just a mental problem, as long as he is under control now."

That's how it is in college.

No matter what happens, in the eyes of humans, the highest priority is to ensure the "availability" of organs, and they don't care about other things.

The only trouble now is that this "organ" container still holds a human hostage in its hand.

The captain clicked annoyedly:
"Tsk, what a hassle!"

Turning around, he ordered to the subordinate behind him:

"Use tear gas and bullets to disperse the crowd, and be careful not to hurt innocent people. Take the hostages back to me while Anhe is squatting down."

A team member timidly said: "But he has surgical scissors in his hand..."

The captain stared:
"Counseled, right? Well, it's up to you. If the hostage can't be taken back today, I'll dig out your heart and donate it."

This thin little security guard was rushed to the vanguard in a daze...

There is no way, if you don't want to be poached, you can only bite the bullet.

Voice over the intercom:
"Captain, tear gas, bombs are ready."

The security captain waved his hand:
"Throw."

Shhhhhhhhh

With the crisp sound of shell casings falling to the ground, thick smoke rose in all directions.

"Run! Run!"

The biochemical people who were still closely surrounding An He just now were choked up with snot and tears, and dispersed in a hurry, each chaotically looking for cover;

An He was also choked up with physiological tears, but his arms still did not relax, and he still hugged the nurse hostage tightly in his hands!
Through the thick smoke, the doctor who judged him to be in a state of "delirium" looked at An He with blurred eyes, but found that there was no madness in his eyes at all, but a cold and calm expression.

The doctor secretly wondered:

Could it be that he was just pretending?
If not, it is only a few minutes, it is impossible to change from a crazy state to normal suddenly?
Suddenly, a short and thin figure pounced on An He from the side!

Anhe let go of the nurse reflexively, and pointed the sharp knife in his hand at the attacker.

The nurse lost her restraint and immediately ran away screaming and crawling...

And here, An He was fighting with the assailant, and the two rolled into a ball in the thick smoke.

An He's figure is much taller than this little security guard. In just a few seconds, he pinned down the security guard ruthlessly, ignoring the security guard's screams, raised the surgical scissors, and was about to stab his eyes with force. go--

The gun went off.

The bullet passed through his shoulder blade and penetrated right in the middle of his chest.

As soon as the man let go, the sharp surgical scissors fell to the ground with a "ding", and he collapsed limply, prostrate on the ground.

The little security guard who saved his life, or one eye, struggled to lift off the man on his body, and ran out rolling and crawling.

Just after leaving the danger zone, I heard the captain roar angrily:

"Who!? Who fired the gun!? Don't you know he wants to donate his heart? What if the heart is pierced? Do you want to dig out your heart and pay for it?"

Another security guard raised his hand timidly:

"Captain, I drove it. Just now, Xiao Hei was really dangerous, and he was about to be stabbed..."

The captain interrupted impatiently: "You are the only one who can do it? You are the only one who is affectionate and righteous, right? Pull him out quickly, where is the doctor? Where is the doctor?"

The doctor coughed and waved: "Here!"

"Doctor, let's see if this cyborg's heart is still working. If not, dig him out."

The captain raised his hand and pointed at the boy who shot to save the team members just now, "He has a lot of leisure time, and he just dug out something to save me trouble."

The latter feared:
"Captain! Don't be like this! I'm saving my brother, and I have good intentions!"

The captain sneered and said:
"Good intentions? Is kindness useful? There are good intentions everywhere in this academy, and that thing is the most redundant here."

Several security guards hurriedly carried the unconscious An He to the operating bed, and the doctor frowned:
"He lost a lot of blood, and the transplant operation may have to be postponed. We must first find a way to save his life."

"Is his heart still working?" The security captain was always concerned about this matter.

"It should be possible, but first we have to stop the bleeding. If he dies before the recipient arrives, his heart will be unusable. The shelf life of the heart is limited."

The captain nodded, and ordered the subordinates behind him:

"Report this matter to your superiors, and let them notify the recipients to come to the academy as soon as possible."

The subordinate security guards took orders to disperse.

The medical staff have started to give first aid to An He.

The smoke, the dense fog caused by the bomb gradually dissipated, and the situation has basically subsided. Just as the security captain wanted to relax and smoke a cigarette, he felt a cold and stern aura behind him.

He instinctively turned around:

Jiang Chengsi, the dean of the college, stood quietly behind him, his eyes fell on An He on the hospital bed.

The captain was shocked and stammered:

"Dean Jiang! You, what are you... When did you arrive?"

Jiang Chengsi was tall and slender, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his steep nose, and his black clothes made his pale skin even more gloomy.

But he was smiling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"The captain's security work is quite good, so that I, the dean, need to report my whereabouts from time to time, and my promotion is just around the corner."

The security captain's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees:

"No, Mr. Dean, don't say that. There is a reason for today's incident. Well, it's actually this nurse. She, she gave too much anesthesia..."

The captain is a rough man who doesn't know anything about medicine, so he can only grab a little doctor:

"You, explain to our dean."

The little doctor was also forced by Jiang Chengsi's aura, wiped the sweat from his forehead unconsciously, and was about to open his mouth:

"that……"

"No, I'll see for myself."

Jiang Chengsi strode to the hospital bed, stared at An He's face carefully, and after a few seconds, he lifted An He's eyelids.

At this time, An He had completed the debridement and suture operation, and was lying quietly. The heart and lung monitor issued regular beeps, which meant that although he was not awake, his vital signs were stable.

Jiang Chengsi picked up the unsealed liquid medicine injection next to him, picked up the large syringe on the ground, and shook it in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a chuckle.

Everyone around trembled in fright, and they didn't know what he was laughing at.

The man turned around and said in an emotionless voice:

"You don't know, do you have to do a full set of acting?"

(End of this chapter)