The piercing sound of the horn resounded at the entrance of the emergency department of South Yunnan Central Hospital. A hover car rushed up from under the gentle slope and stopped at the main entrance.
The car door popped open, and Shi Wentian hurriedly walked out and shouted towards the hall: "Here comes a mobile hospital bed, hurry up, save people!"
While talking, Shi Wentian opened the back door of the hover car, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Come on, come out!"
In the car, Yan Xing stared at his blood-stained palms with fear in his eyes: "I...my nails fell off..."
When Shi Wentian heard this, he also looked at Yan Xing's hands and saw that his skin was ulcerated, his nails fell off, and even the tips of his fingers were covered with white bones.
"I...I...why can't I feel the pain?" Even Yan Xing, who had a very strong heart, felt completely shattered when he saw the ghostly appearance of himself.
Shi Wentian was stunned for a moment, then immediately reached out to hold his arm: "Stop talking now, let's go to the hospital! Hurry!"
In the hall, a multifunctional hospital bed was moving outward on its own, and an electronic voice sounded: "Emergency first aid, please move out of the way, emergency first aid...!"
The crowd at the door made way for a passage, and the hospital bed was accurately moved to the side of the car door, and even made room for the medical staff to carry the patient.
There was a sound of footsteps, and four medical staff rushed over and worked with Shi Wentian to lift Yan Xing to the bed.
"What happened to him?!" the medical staff asked.
"It seems like he was poisoned..." Shi Wentian recalled the exchange between the two in the car: "It's poisonous gas."
"Okay, okay!" The medical staff followed the cart, lowered their heads and shouted through the medical communication software: "The emergency patients have arrived on the first floor. Please get ready, Dr. Li. The patient is suspected of inhaling toxic gas."
On the hospital bed, Yan Xing felt no pain or weakness. He stared blankly at his palms and the skin of his arms full of red spots, and said in a trembling voice: "Am...am I going to die?"
…
Central Pedestrian Street.
"Buzz~!"
The sirens rang loudly, and seven or eight police hover vehicles parked in front of a hot pot restaurant. Zhang Wen, chief of the crime department, walked down with a dozen colleagues.
In the hall, Zhang Yunxi and Hans fell from the sky, frightening the guests who came here to eat. At this time, except for the staff, there were no other tourists in the hall.
Jiang Xin held a white spray bottle in her hand, frowned and said to Zhang Yunxi: "...This guy already knows that we are encircling and suppressing him, but he still wants to throw this thing out in a crowded place. It's very abnormal.
, worthy of vigilance.”
Wei Wu thought rigorously and said with experience: "Before you fought with him, I heard his shouting. It is obvious that this person has the motive of revenge on the Red Zone and Super Management Bureau. I still suggest that you report this matter to the superiors.
.”
"You mean...?!" Zhang Yunxi frowned.
"Yes, judging from his behavior, it looks like he was poisoning." Wei Wu replied with a solemn expression.
Zhang Yunxi didn't go looking for the spray just now and knew less information. Now when he heard everyone saying this, he became nervous. He immediately walked aside and reported to the leader through the communicator.
At the same time, Zhang Wen walked in, turned around and glanced around, and came to Wei Wu, Jiang Xin and others: "Are you...?"
Jiang Xin didn't waste any time, and directly used the communicator to show the ID information of the Supervision Bureau: "We are...!"
…
Inside the hospital.
Shi Wentian looked miserable, standing in front of the emergency room door with his arms akimbo covered in blood, and his arms were still in severe pain. It was kicked by Hans just now. Although luckily there were no bone fractures, the skin tissue was all red and swollen.
While waiting, Shi Wentian kept contacting colleagues in the team to inquire about the situation.
About ten minutes later, footsteps echoed in the corridor, and seven or eight police officers rushed over.
"Are you Mr. Shi Wentian?" the leading police officer asked.
When Shi Wentian heard this, he turned around and immediately showed the work information on his communicator, frowned and asked, "Did you receive a call from your superiors?"
"Yes, the superior department called us and said that you are a member of the Supervision Bureau." The other party nodded.
"Yep!"
Shi Wentian immediately replied, pointing to the emergency room at the back and saying: "The patient inside is very important! I have other things to do now and must leave immediately. You must control him. If this person cannot be saved,
Then we must freeze him immediately and remove the electrode chip from his brain...!"
"Reading the memory, this... we don't have permission to do this."
"You will have authority immediately," Shi Wentian replied, "The Supervision Bureau will contact your higher-level unit."
"Okay, I understand." The other party nodded.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Shi Wentian patted the other party's shoulder and ran out quickly.
After going downstairs, Shi Wentian ran towards the hover car and said with the communicator: "Director Liu, I am Xiao Shi...!"
…
Emergency room.
Yan Xing was lying on his back on the hospital bed, with breathing tubes inserted into his nostrils and mouth, and an electromagnetic wave detection device on his head. His whole body was injected with a safe dose of anesthetic, and he had already fallen into a coma.
Next to him, the surgical equipment had been set up. The attending doctor put on gloves and said succinctly: "Try a dose of first-level activated carbon to see if it has a detoxification effect. Xiao Yang, protozoal antiviral agent, respiratory virus-like antibody agent.
"
"good!"
"Xiao Wang, take a look at his abdominal wound."
"I just saw..." A relatively young doctor lowered his head to examine Yan Xing's wounds and said: "His abdominal cavity and greater curvature of the stomach were cut open... The bleeding was severe, and there was bloating inside... We need
Clean up first..."
In the middle of speaking, the young man suddenly froze on the spot. He bent down and said in disbelief under the light of the medical equipment: "...how...why is it closed?"
"What's closed?" the attending doctor asked.
"I...I just examined him. There was a sharp wound on his stomach...but...but it's gone now." The young doctor stuttered back.
Naturally, the attending doctor would not believe that a young doctor who graduated from a medical university would find the wrong location of the wound. He also bent down in confusion and used the mechanical tweezers that were holding the wound to open the wound.
The two observed carefully and saw only blood pouring from the wound, but they did not find the wound on Yan Xing's stomach.
This horse riding thing is so weird!
"He... he's a mutant, right?" the young doctor turned around and asked.
"No, the person who sent him here said he was an ordinary person." The attending doctor shook his head. He had never seen such a situation.
While the two were talking, the attending physician next to them immediately interrupted: "...No, the protozoal antiviral agent...is not absorbed at all!"
The attending doctor turned around and asked, "How much did you push?"
"It was fully pushed in, but his body didn't react at all." The deputy chief physician pointed to the holographic projection screen and said: "Look, there is no fluctuation in his blood test values at all... This shows that... after being pushed in, he was directly
It’s diluted and gone.”
Everyone was confused. The medical level of the hospitals in the town was definitely not comparable to that of first-tier cities. The doctors here had never come into contact with such patients. Conventional medical methods were completely useless at this moment.
On the hospital bed.
Yan Xing, who was originally very quiet, suddenly twitched his right finger.
Next to him, the attending physician immediately made a judgment and whispered: "His skin is severely ulcerated, and we can't detect what kind of virus he has absorbed... In this way, we will only sew his wound, take a serum sample, and then
Transfer to Kunnan City Hospital, there may be a solution there..."
Everyone nodded, and the young surgeon performed the surgery and quickly began to suture Yan Xing's wounds. But what frightened him was that Yan Xing's body could not be touched at all. As long as he poked it lightly with his hand, the skin would ulcerate.
, bleeding.
On the hospital bed, Yan Xing's brain was in chaos, with countless scattered memories playing and scrolling like a slideshow.
"Snapped!"
Just as the surgeon was suturing the wound, Yan Xing's right leg suddenly shook.
"Awake up so soon?!" The young doctor immediately ordered the anesthesiologist: "Add more anesthesia...!"
…
On a street in a small town in southern Yunnan, an ordinary household suspension vehicle is traveling at a constant speed.
The driver was sitting in the front seat. While driving, he kept wiping the sweat on his face with his hands, and whispered softly: "...Made, why am I so flustered...!"
In the back seat, a young woman hugged a six or seven-year-old girl and was talking nonstop into the communicator: "I'm telling you, it's so bad... you won't even believe it if I tell you... That's right."
, Lao Huang, I, and our children...we were watching a party show... Suddenly a person flew down from the sky... Oh my God, they can really fly... The street was more than 20 meters wide,
They jumped from the roof on the right to the roof on the left in a whoosh... Damn, it scared the baby to death... Yes, you also saw someone posting a video in the social circle, right? It's really scary...!
"
"Bang!!!"
Just when the young woman was sharing her experience with her friends, the car suddenly lost control and hit a lamppost on the side of the road.
There were several muffled sounds in the car, and the young woman bumped into the front seat with her hair disheveled. After a moment of confusion, she took the first look at the child and then cursed: "Old Huang... what are you doing?
Are you going to die?! There are no cars on this road...!"
"Gudong!"
On the front seat, my husband's head dropped straight down and his whole body was shaking.
The woman smoothed her hair, saw her husband's condition, and immediately stepped forward and asked: "Old Huang, Dahuang, what's wrong with you...?"
"I...my head hurts...I feel weak...I can't breathe...!" the man responded in a daze.
"Dad, Dad, are you okay?" the little girl stepped forward and asked.
"Holy shit!"
When the woman saw her husband's pale cheeks, she immediately unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car: "You get down, I'll drive!"
Two minutes later, the woman helped her husband into the back seat and drove to the nearest hospital.
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Emergency room.
"The transfer procedures are complete." The attending doctor walked in and said.
"I've finished suturing here," the young doctor turned around: "His condition...?"
"flap!"
"Wow!"
Before he finished speaking, Yan Xing, who had been motionless, suddenly sat up and pulled various pipelines with his body, directly pulling down a large amount of medical equipment.
Everyone was shocked and stepped forward to check.
Yan Xing's eyes were red, and the skin on his cheeks was ulcerated with blood spots. His neck was stiff and he turned his head to look at seven or eight medical staff.
In a small town in southern Yunnan, in a hotel, a group of town leaders were hosting a banquet for superior department leaders due to the tourism festival...