Human on a Chip Project

"Boss, look here."

The entire wall of the monitoring room is covered with small screens, and each screen is refreshed every few seconds to monitor all corners of the hospital.People who are not familiar with this environment may get dizzy after watching it for a long time.

The speaker pointed to one of the small screens, which showed a patient grappling with two strong men in blood-red uniforms.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh... Actually, it's nothing. But this camera is in the first-level ward, and it looks quite fresh."

The "boss" frowned, and still said calmly to the younger brother: "You just came here to look at the freshness. If you stay here for a few more years, you will see them all. Okay, the system has already recorded it now. If you want to pay attention, you can’t do without follow-up. I’ll keep an eye on it, and you’ll follow up. Call me if you see something new.”

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the back of the monitoring room, in a dark corner where the screen light could not reach, turned on his laptop, and called up the image with a few buttons.

The dispute continues.The enlarged image can be seen more clearly. The patient is tall and tall, and he seems to have practiced a few times.But he was far less robust than the blood-red uniforms, and he should have just finished the operation, and was still wearing a surgical gown. He was very strenuous in his movements, and was knocked to the ground shortly afterwards.The blood-red uniforms mercilessly kicked and beat the man like garbage until the man stopped moving.

After a brief discussion, the two people lifted the patient onto the mobile bed, and then one stopped his weak and useless struggle, and the other began to tie a few restraint belts on the bed.

The man looking at the images is obviously commonplace. While monitoring the situation, he opened another window and called up the video already stored by this camera.He quickly rewinds and finds the time when the patient was wheeled into the ward—late last night.It should be that the anesthetic has not yet failed and the patient is unconscious.He fast-forwarded again.The image of the ward is almost static, and the patient has remained asleep or unconscious. No one visits, and no medical staff checks it out. Until more than an hour ago, the patient woke up.

The man slowed down and fast forwarded to look carefully.The patient seemed confused at first, and touched his face and body several times with both hands, especially the wound on his waist, and then looked around repeatedly.After hesitating for a long time, he pressed the emergency button on the bedside.The two blood-red uniforms I saw just now came in, asked him a lot of questions according to the writing board in their hands, then discussed with each other, and prepared to push the hospital bed out.

The patient was emotional at first, as if dissatisfied with the "judgment" result, but the objection was invalid.When the hospital bed started to slide, he struggled to jump off.The blood-red uniform grabs him, he fights back, and things get worse.

Although rare, it is still within the normal range. "Blood impermanence" is invincible.

The man turned back to focus on the real-time monitoring, while skillfully operating on the video.

The last strap at the shoulders seems to be stuck under the bed.Xuewuchang touched and looked around for a while, and had to lean on the patient's shoulder to continue searching, and his head inevitably brushed against the patient's head from time to time.

Then, trembling as if he had been shocked by electricity, he stopped and half-lyed on the patient.

The busy mouse in the hands of the man in the monitoring room stopped.He stared at the live image without blinking.

Another blood impermanence saw that something was wrong with his companion, so he immediately stepped forward to pat him.It seemed that the person in the nightmare had been awakened. The prostrate Xue Wuchang stood up suddenly, put his hands on his head, bowed his upper back, and seemed to be howling towards the roof.

His companion panicked and questioned the patient while hastily trying to reassure him.The patient who was tied to his chest on the bed supported his neck and raised his head as much as possible, with his eyes wide open, stunned by this scene.

In the monitoring room, the man came back to his senses, closed his lips that were opened due to shock, and regained his composure between two breaths, then without raising his head, he said in a casual tone: "I'm going to have dinner. What can I bring back for you? "

The three younger brothers turned their heads from the screen wall, thanked them with a smile, and began to compliment their boss around the corner.

The man quickly entered a few commands with both hands, then closed the notebook, stretched his waist, and said, "So much nonsense! I will punish you for eating fried noodles today and no milk tea!" Then he walked out amidst a small wail that dared not speak out. monitoring room.

The brothers adjusted the cameras and watched on the screen as their leader leisurely walked through the corridor, entered the elevator, and appeared in the lobby on the first floor a minute later.Seeing that he was about to go out the door, the man stopped without warning, turned around and gave the camera a middle finger.

"All right, all right, let's work. It's not good if something happens," said the slightly older one.Several people repositioned the camera and refocused on the ever-changing screen.

The man who came out of the hospital looked up and looked around to make sure that he was not within the monitoring range. Immediately, it seemed that a button on his body was pressed and he transformed.He ran quickly and sneaked into the alley next to the hospital wall in the blink of an eye.

The footsteps did not slow down, the man climbed into the wall as if walking on the ground, and continued to move forward at a fast speed, carefully avoiding the monitoring, and at the same time took out his mobile phone to dial.

After two rings, the other party answered: "Dead man, do you still remember me?"

"Emergency! Come to the hospital as soon as possible. Take less people, it's better to be yourself. Call Lao Zheng immediately: a first-class male, 1.8 meters by visual inspection, thin, with injuries on the right side of the abdomen. Send it immediately. The appearance is not forced Of course, the more like the better. Follow the old rules."

"What's the situation?" The female voice on the phone was still charming, but not coquettish.

"Attack the second level, and..." the man hesitated, "It seems that the second level is formatted."

The man waited for two seconds, but the other party didn't make a sound.

"Call when we arrive." The man hung up.

He was standing between two buildings at this moment.There are garbage bins piled up in the alley, and they have been tidied up and ready for the garbage truck to collect tomorrow morning.He didn't run up either, just bent his knees slightly, jumped onto the garbage bin like a rocket on his feet, then climbed up the drainpipe to the third floor as neatly as a lizard, leaped sideways, barely able to stand on his toes A palm-width window sill.He stood firmly on this fulcrum like a spiderman, then took out a small spoon from his pocket, inserted the handle of the spoon into the gap of the window, stirred a few times to loosen the hook on the inside, and opened the window.

Inside was an empty corridor with doors on either side, all closed, and no windows.The doors are supposed to be thick and soundproof, the only sound in the hallway is a banging door from one of them and a barely audible call.

The only camera in the hallway is zooming towards the window.The man squatted motionless on the window sill, his eyes fixed on the camera.The instrument did not turn to the maximum angle, and stopped at an angle.

The man jumps in, looks at his watch, and takes off his clothes with ease—a blood-red uniform underneath.

He silently walked to the door that made the noise, and spread his palms flat on the place where the knocking sound was the loudest.

The sound quickly faded away.The man glanced at his watch again, stood up, shook his hand on the electronic lock, and pushed the door open.

"Shut up! Or you will be like them." He immediately said to the stunned patient.

Two blood impermanents were lying on the side of the hospital bed with blank eyes and motionless, and the other seemed to be frozen, maintaining the posture of knocking on the door, and the pushed open door squeezed behind the door.

"Can you move?"

The patient nodded, then shook his head, did not speak according to the instruction, and indicated the restraint belt with his eyes.

The man rolled his eyes, stepped forward to untie the belt three or two times, and threw the clothes he had taken off to him.

"Put it on, hurry up."

Then he looked up and down at the patient who was carrying out his order, and at the two blood impermanences, picked the slightly less robust one, took off the uniform, and threw it to the patient as well.

"Stay outside."

Then the man ripped off the sheet on the hospital bed, put the one without the uniform on it, covered it from head to toe, and started strapping the other under the bed.

The patient hurriedly put on his clothes, and was surprised to see him curled up, holding a round man with one hand from an awkward angle, and expertly tied the belt with the other hand.

The man ignored him, looked at his watch after finishing, and seemed relieved.Wipe the sweat off his forehead, and find out the hair cover, mask and gloves from the drawer in the ward.The two put it on.

He checked the two people and the overloaded hospital bed one last time, and was satisfied.

"For a while, you will be in front and I will push the hospital bed out. You can go wherever I tell you to go, you are not allowed to run or make a sound, understand? Otherwise, you will not be allowed to die properly!"

The patient didn't know what kind of psychological quality it was, and now he had recovered his calm, except for nodding, he didn't express anything to his gangster-like tone.

"Also, don't look around, and execute what you are told to do immediately."

The patient cooperated very much, and immediately stood in front of the hospital bed, putting his hand on the railing to show that he was ready.

The man raised his wrist and looked at it for a while, then tapped the dial with the index finger of the other hand, fixed his eyes on the camera in the room, and whispered, "Get ready. Three, two, one. Let's go!"

At this moment, the camera just turned to the position of the hospital bed, and the indicator light on it turned on.

The two of them left the ward in one car.Almost at the elevator, the patient suddenly paused and looked back at the man.The man thought he was going to play something, and just about to speak, he heard the faint sound of a police car outside, approaching the hospital quickly.He slightly pushed the cart, bumped the patient's lower back, motioned him to continue walking, and took out his mobile phone to dial.

"Where have you been?"

"There are still two intersections. The police car is in front of me. What's going on?!" A female voice sounded not long ago.

"I don't know. Can you come in?"

"no problem!"

"Tell Lao Zheng to turn around and go back immediately. Change the script and act as robber."

"Are you sure? They shouldn't be coming for you—not so soon."

"Isn't it? It's too dangerous."

"It's not as dangerous to rob people..."

The man didn't finish listening to her, hung up the phone, and accelerated the cart.

The two quickly came to the second basement floor and entered an operating room.

A strong blood pressure overcame the usual smell of disinfectant in the hospital.Inside, where the operating table should have been placed, were a few big chairs facing each other in a half-circle. It looked similar to the ones used to wash hair in barbershops, except that there were many restraint belts and covers to fix the head on them.The restraint belt was obviously worn badly, and there were old bloodstains in many places.There are deep tooth marks on the mouth part of the headgear.On the leather surface of the chair, there are countless scratches and bruises on the positions of the hands and feet.It is conceivable that whoever ever sat here experienced great and prolonged pain.

The patient stopped at the door, his breathing quickened, and he looked back at the man warily.

The man gave him a stern look while pushing the cart.The patient staggered and was pushed through the door.

After closing the door, the patient stood against the wall by the door, staring at the man.

The man ignored him, put Xue Wuchang on the hospital bed and fixed it on a chair, and began to untie the restraint belt under the bed.

Only then did the patient see that the headgear tightly bound the entire skull, leaving a small opening on the lower right side of the back of the head.

"What are you going to do?!" He shouted hoarsely as if he had come to his senses.

The man glanced at him sideways, without saying a word, and put the blood under the bed away.Then he pried open the locked tool cabinet two or three times, and found a tool that looked like a hair dryer.

"Stop!" The patient seemed unable to bear it anymore, and stepped forward to grab his arm.The man stepped aside and said threateningly, "Don't touch me!"

The patient froze for a moment.The man's reaction just now was like... alert?Guard yourself?But it was so fast he couldn't even see clearly.

"Just watch if you don't help." The voice was cold and non-negotiable.

"You can't do that!"

"Heh." The man approached with a sneer, the shadow cast by his tall body surrounded him, and a Hittite coercion followed.

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