Daily American Drama

Chapter 923 One of me died, and there are 532 more of me left!

medical center.

Supervision ward.

Two men in uniform with big arms and round waists and a strong figure stood outside the ward, guarding the death row prisoners whose hands were handcuffed to the hospital bed.

So, how are you thinking?

The death row inmate looked at Meredith who came in: That child's time is running out, he needs a healthy organ, and I'm just about to die, and there are healthy organs suitable for him.

We're trying to figure it out.

Thinking of Adam's reminder, Meredith couldn't help but disgusted when he saw the curvature of his mouth, which looked like he was playing with her smug smile.

You have nothing better than me.

The condemned prisoner smiled and said, If there was, I would have started doing it a long time ago. He needs me, and I like him too.

They met in the corridor, and the two chatted a little.

yes?

Meredith sneered, Like your female colleague? Slit his throat if you get the chance?

Someone said something to you.

The condemned prisoner looked in surprise at the silly doctor who was almost successfully PUAed by him.

He didn't believe that with her IQ, she could break free by herself.

It doesn't need to be said at all.

Meredith naturally wouldn't admit that she was almost fooled, and complained: If you think about what you did, you will know.

Yesterday you resisted the operation, saying that you are not afraid of death.

But don't want to be strapped to the operating table like a beast.

Today, you want to donate your organs to save an innocent child who was killed like a beast under your knife?

For this reason, would you rather become the 'beast' you least wanted to be yesterday?

Listen to your words, inconsistent, you are incoherent!

Still using others to remind me, are you playing tricks?

hehe.

The condemned prisoner couldn't help laughing: Don't you need it?

...

Meredith just checked the various data and didn't want to talk to him at all.

Taking advantage of her overflowing sympathy is too much!

ok I admit it.

Seeing that Meredith really ignored him, the condemned prisoner couldn't help saying: I was a little bit wrong before, but there is a reason for that.

I just want to make you happy.

Dreaming at night, if you dream of me, don't wake up immediately, you can sleep well.

This is my real purpose.

I really don't care if that kid lives or dies.

hehe!

Meredith sneered: You really think highly of me! So the one you really want to cut your throat is me!

Do not.

The condemned prisoner looked at her and said with a smile, I want to cut your heart, get in, and stay there forever.

...

Meredith's own blurred eyes met the seemingly sincere eyes of the condemned prisoner, and his heart, which was tough before, immediately softened.

What if what he said was true?

It's not like she hasn't met people who have reformed under her halo.

And little Jackson really needs a healthy organ transplant right away.

at this time.

Dr. Shepter came in.

Meredith was shocked for a moment, and asked with a guilty conscience, Why are you here?

Let me take a look.

Dr. Shepter took a deep look at her: We are doctors, we want to ensure that he lives...and then accept justice.

Meredith averts his eyes.

I'll keep watch tonight.

Dr. Shepter added: Dr. Gray, Dr. Yang has something to do with you, so I will leave it to me.

That's right!

Christina knew her best friend's temperament very well, and just in case, she went to him and told Adam's analysis, which scared him and ran over immediately.

You know, before the death row inmates didn't want to have surgery, they wanted to die.

When he asked Meredith to sign together to send the condemned prisoner to the operating room, Meredith was really reluctant to sign, as if he wanted to fulfill the wish of the condemned prisoner.

It was Christina who grabbed the pen and signed it, and sent the condemned prisoner to the operating room in time.

His life experience is similar to that of Batman, except that it was only his father who was shot.

Therefore, he hated criminals like death row criminals extremely, and would never allow the other party to die so easily.

this……

Meredith hesitated: Is there any news from the organ transplant center?

Wait anytime.

Dr. Sheput said with a blank expression: Everything will go through the formal process. If you can't wait, it's God's will. We can't do anything.

Seeing that her boyfriend was like this, Meredith could only leave with hesitation.

Pity.

The condemned prisoner looked at Meredith's leaving back, and smiled at Dr. Sheput, It was just that close, she was hooked.

With us here, your plot will not succeed.

Dr. Sheput suppressed his anger: You will die in despair and pain.

I was just teasing her.

The condemned prisoner smiled and said, She's so easy to deceive, it's not that difficult to play with her, it's just a casual game.

I just want to see her open up to me.

Then I tear her apart and see the pained look on her face when she loses her job.

That's kind of interesting.

Speaking of this, looking at Dr. Sheput who was suppressing his anger, he smiled evilly: And you are wrong, unless you kill me on the operating table, I will definitely not die.

Your execution is only two days away!

Dr. Sheppert looked at him.

Two days is too long, anything can happen.

The condemned prisoner said with a meaningful smile: Perhaps two days later, I will be able to stroke Dr. Gray's slender and tender neck in front of you...

How about, taking advantage of the chance that you can still perform surgery on me, let me die with a 'failed surgery' with a shake of your hand?

This is the only way you can ensure my death.

Otherwise, I promise you, your nightmare will come true.

This will prove that you and I are two sides of the same coin, and I am the same as you?

Dr. Shepter sneered: Don't even think about it, I will never do that!

That would be such a pity.

The condemned prisoner shook his head and said with a smile: For your own ideals, you would rather let your woman die in despair and pain in front of you, it is really cold-blooded.

Oh yes.

You don't take my word for it.

Don't think I can do it.

That being the case, I'd better give you the bottom line.

Do you really think someone dares to mess with a death row prisoner like me?

Especially the week before my execution is due?

hehe.

Let me tell you, I forced him to sharpen a toothbrush into a blade and force him to insert it into my back.

Guess again, why did I do this?

You want to escape from prison!

Dr. Shepter's eyes changed, and he looked at the handcuffs nervously.

Relax, not now.