Two flowers bloom, one dead branch

There is an operating table in the center of the room, complete with binding belts, disinfection supplies, and surgical kits, and the sterile towels on the side are neatly stacked.

Not far away, a camera on a tripod stands neatly, and the other side is connected to a computer.

Jiang Yuchu looked around, his eyes were full of excitement when he was eager to try.

I didn't expect Dou Meng to prepare everything so well...

perfect.

It's a small operating room.

He tied up the person carefully and tightly, ensuring that there was no possibility of the other party breaking free.

When Qin Xiaofeng woke up leisurely, his mind was still dizzy.

The shadowless lamp was so shaking that people couldn't open their eyes. He moved, and then he found that he was tied tightly, his upper body was directly exposed to the air, and he struggled desperately.

"Oops, I woke up."

Jiang Yuchu was putting the blade on the handle of the scalpel without moving, but slowly turned the scalpel against the light, carefully observing the thickness and sharpness of the blade.

"Fuck! Let me go!"

Jiang Yuchu got up, took out a photo from his pocket and put it in front of his eyes.

This is a photo that was torn up and then glued together. The corners of the photo have been worn out with white edges, which is obviously because someone often took it out to look at it.

In the photo, the two are secretly trading something, one is Jiang Yuchu, the other...

There was a slight change in Qin Xiaofeng's expression, which was noticed by Jiang Yuchu. He put his index finger and middle finger on the carotid artery of the other party calmly, and groaned.

"The heartbeat is so fast, you know it."

Qin Xiaofeng's expression was distorted, his eyes were wide open, and he said viciously: "What's your business!? I'm telling you, you should let me go quickly, otherwise—"

"Shh-"

Jiang Yuchu raised his index finger to his lips, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Why are you so angry? Look at this."

Another video was taken out, black and white, silent.

Does the Qin family really think they have no backup?

Not only there, but more than one copy.

Qin Xiaofeng's pupils constricted.

The room fell silent for an instant. Lu Shijiu wanted to step up to look, but Jiang Yuchu shook his head slowly at him, so he stood by the door and did not move.

"You fucking let me go!"

Unmoved by Jiang Yuchu, he pressed a button, and the operating table turned over with a slight mechanical sound, and Qin Xiaofeng was on it.

The countertop slowly descended, and a basin of "water" was placed on the ground to greet him.

Qin Xiaofeng clearly smelled the pungent smell of that thing, and began to struggle non-stop.

"I said! I said!"

The tabletop stopped falling, and the tip of his nose was almost close to the "water surface", a wave of resentment surged up, and the words that were about to reach his mouth changed.

"Fuck! Jiang Yuchu! My dad is—"

A person who is not crazy and has no ambition at twenty, but still crazy at thirty is ignorant and delusional.

Qin Xiaofeng didn't seem to be aware of his situation at all, and kept barking like a dog.

Jiang Yuchu tilted her head, gently grabbed the hair at the back of his head, and pushed him in almost gently, pressing his father into a series of blisters.

"Do you know what I hated the most when I was in graduate school?"

When he spoke, his tone was almost flat, more like a kind of insensitivity.

"I hate calling the patient's family members for follow-up visits."

The body under the hand struggled fiercely, but couldn't move half a point because the limbs were bound. The veins on the neck were bulging and throbbing. If it seemed possible, the blood vessels wanted to burst directly to take two breaths of air, and the blisters kept gurgling. Floating up, blasting splashes one by one on the water surface hoarsely.

"It's okay for the patient to be alive, but if he's dead, it will just arouse the sadness of the family members."

With a splash, Qin Xiaofeng finally got out of the water.

The hand behind his head was still grabbing his hair, he could only wheeze and wheeze heavily, his lungs and viscera must be expelled with each blow.

Snot, tears, and saliva dripped down one after another, Qin Xiaofeng's eyes were stinging, he couldn't see anything, his sticky hair was sticking to his face wetly, his ears seemed to be separated by a membrane after the water soaked in, Jiang Yuchu's voice was overwhelmed by his heart beating wildly The sound was completely covered up.

But in less than five seconds, he plunged in again.

Jiang Yuchu was indifferent to the bubbles on the water, and continued: "And sometimes, the fault is at the hospital, and the family members have nowhere to turn, so they can only tell me their grievances."

His voice was unbearably calm, but he didn't let go of the strength in his hand, still firmly pressing him into the water, the tendons and blood vessels were tightly stretched, supporting the thin and pale skin on the back of his hand.

"People say, 'A doctor has to be mentally healthy to bear giving bad news to already angry relatives, or to accept death as normal.' I also have to have an enlarged heart and dilated aorta, so Only then can we continuously pump out the overflowing compassion and kindness to the world.”

Jiang Yuchu looked at Lu Shijiu who was not far away, and said lightly, "Why can death become commonplace?"

He let go, and Qin Xiaofeng suddenly raised his head from the water with a clatter, coughing heart-rendingly.

Jiang Yuchu wiped it with a sterile towel, and squinted at his right hand under the shadowless lamp, with an illusory feeling that seemed to transmit light.

"Don't worry, I can't die, it's just a bit of ether. Now I ask you, just say, don't regret it after making it ugly."

The photo was crumpled, and Jiang Yuchu pointed at another person.

"You know him."

Qin Xiaofeng laughed lowly, and directly spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the photo, completely uncooperative.

Seeing this, Lu Jiujiu smoked propofol again, but saw Jiang Yuchu waving his hand and pointing to the other side.

"Vecuronium bromide."

After he finished speaking, he raised the operating table again, without any guilt about what he was going to do next.

Once a person is crazy, he can really do anything.

He slowly pushed the liquid into the opponent's vein, and explained in a calm tone: "Have you heard about it during the operation? It doesn't matter if you haven't heard it, you can experience it in a while."

Lu Shijiu quickly disinfected the sheet on Qin Xiaofeng's chest, frowning tightly.

Muscle relaxant vecuronium bromide, adjuvant drug for general anesthesia.

Jiang Yuchu put on the sterile gloves slowly, looking careless, but in fact he was malicious, gentle and gentle with cruelty.

He bent down and smiled in Qin Xiaofeng's ear, his voice soft and slow.

"If there is no anesthesia and only muscle relaxants are used, it is equivalent to performing surgery while awake. People who have experienced it will never forget that feeling..."

"Your hearing, light perception, and consciousness are all clear. You can hear all the sounds around you, but you can't move your hands and feet. The electric knife cuts your skin slowly and gently, and the air gradually fills with the smell of burnt meat. The surgical looper goes into the muscle. You're terrified, but you can't keep your eyes open."

"Your breathing muscles are in a paralyzed state, with bursts of suffocation and hypoxia, bringing a continuous sense of near death. You may pass out from pain, or faint from lack of oxygen, and wake up over and over again. Suffocated, passed out over and over again."

Lu Jiujiu looked at Jiang Yuchu with worry in his eyes.

The other party slowly straightened up, his heels clicked together, and he bent down like a master dancer. This posture was very elegant.

He said the last sentence to Qin Xiaofeng.

"You'll feel a little bad afterwards, and you'll probably go to heaven."

He tilted his head, smiled kindly at Lu Shijiu, and handed him a bottle of water.

"Hey, thank you for your hard work."

The author has something to say: Hello, Dakar, there is awareness during the operation, and it is considered a medical malpractice.

But don't be afraid of pia, under the current conditions, the probability of intraoperative awareness is too low.