Someone was coming towards the emergency room in front of him, and as the figure approached, it became clear that the person coming was not Nurse Yang, who was returning from the phone call.
The fluorescent lamps in the emergency room are flashing at night. Because people are tired from their physiological habits at night, the white lights appear particularly dazzling. The outline of the human body thus outlined may give people the feeling of walking out of a dream into reality.
A sense of abruptness.
Regardless of whether the above reasons are valid or not, what Huang Sweater and the two young people can be sure of is that their hearts accelerated a few times, and they felt like they were frightened or frightened.
The man who walked towards them was not tall and did not seem threatening in terms of height, but he was wrapped in a black coat and his footsteps were almost silent. He looked like a black panther, exuding waves of awe-inspiring aura.
"Ren, Professor Ren -" Huang Shuao said, with a slight timidity in his voice.
The young man Zhiyuan, who had been half asleep before, was now completely awake and swallowed saliva in his throat.
"What are you doing standing here?" the man asked the two of them.
Huang Sweater quickly made a report: "Our flight was delayed. I thought it might be early in the morning if I ran to the hotel. I didn't need to sleep. It was better to come directly to the hospital instead of running around. So I sent you a text message to inform you. I thought I would teach you
Asleep—"
Is this terrifying man actually waking up in the middle of the night to check their text messages? When Huang Sweater spoke to the other party, he couldn't help but feel so grumbling. He was waiting for their text messages? Impossible. It can only be said that this man has already practiced it.
A certain kind of professional habit has prepared the body to react immediately to the movement of the mobile phone at any time.
"I guessed that you would be here." The man was not afraid to tell these two people directly, "I let you wander here by yourself, I'm afraid you will do something."
The hand of the yellow sweater scratched his forehead, his unconvinced movement indicating: What can we do?
His companion Zhiyuan opened his mouth to yawn but did not dare. When he received his look, he looked helpless: I was dragged into the water by you.
"We haven't done anything." Huang Sweater responded seriously, "Without you, professor, we haven't officially started work here, how can we do anything?"
"What were you just doing standing here?" The man repeated the question he asked them both at the beginning.
Don't think you can fool this man who looks like a black panther. It can be seen that this man has a high degree of grasp of their virtues.
The yellow sweater turned around.
What is the situation in the emergency room now? I have to admit that the injured inside are at a critical point of life and death. If the emergency doctor still can't find a way, the patient will most likely die.
Zhiyuan, a young man who didn't seem to talk much, opened his voice. His voice was a little hoarse compared to Huang Sweater's fast and bright speaking rhythm, but the content of his speech was more direct than Huang Sweater's roundabout words. He said: "Pneumothorax,
Coupled with the sudden increase in intra-abdominal bleeding, it is very likely that-"
The man put down his hand, asking him to pause his report first, and approached the emergency room door.
The yellow sweater turned sideways to make way for him.
Even if the door is opened a little wider now, the people inside may not notice it.
The air in the emergency room is doomed to be hot, and doctors and nurses are so anxious to save people that they have no time to think about anything else.