I estimated the length of the hose connecting the oxygen mask to the respirator, which was very good, and there was no need to move the large respirator.

Walked to the side of the bed, looked at the person on the bed, and then Sasha directly pulled out the oxygen tube connected to the outlet port on the respirator with her left hand, and the respirator inlet connected to the oxygen outlet on the wall with her right hand at the same time, and connected the oxygen tube pulled out by her left hand to the oxygen outlet on the wall.

It was very fast, and the guy on the bed didn't react at all.

Mr. Evans Sr. was admitted to the hospital on the sixth day, and he had long since stopped using the rate monitor, otherwise he would have to be accompanied by his family, and Sasha was spared the step of taking off the monitor clip and clipping it in his own hand.

If there is a heart rate problem, some monitors are directly connected to the nurse station.

Removing carbon dioxide is a slow process and cannot be rushed, and it is reasonable that Evans Sr. will have to stay in the hospital for at least another week.

In the past few years, he has been used to it, he is the right to recuperate, and the hospital is also used to it.

Sasha adjusted the oxygen flow meter attached to the gas outlet on the wall, not intending to let the person in the bed die of oxygen poisoning, which would not be traceless.

Just slightly increase the oxygen purity, everything is done, and the next thing is to wait, which she estimates will take less than an hour.

Sitting quietly on the soft chair next to the bed, he quietly looked at the person on the bed, and saw that he changed his sleeping position slightly, and then the person's breathing changed from slow to rapid, and then slowly changed to slow, until everything fell silent.

I got up and looked at the luminous watch I was carrying, and the calculation was accurate, 55 minutes.

Putting everything back to its original state and erasing all traces, the respirator was still working, but it could no longer help the patient expel the excess carbon dioxide from his blood, and Mr. Evans Sr. was dead.

Quietly left in his sleep, without pain, he was unknowingly suffocated by the rapidly increasing carbon dioxide in his body.

The concentration of carbon dioxide increases rapidly, and it is useless to take in more oxygen, and the more oxygen you breathe, the faster you die, but it is not oxygen poisoning.

The perfect murder is not even a medical malpractice for the hospital, because the medical measures they have formulated are the correct means of treatment, which is to be altered by Sasha in an hour.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, even if the most professional forensic doctor comes to examine it tomorrow, he can only conclude that old Mr. Evans is regrettable to be dragged to death by his weak lungs.

Unfortunately, in British hospitals, there are always some old people who die like this every year, and it is a pity that I suffocated myself.

No matter how advanced the medical equipment is, it can't save the occasional crash of defective bodily functions.

Out of the ward, public hospitals, corridors are not monitored with such advanced equipment.

I didn't run into the nurses, and I didn't hear the other ward calls coming from the nurses' station before I went out.

Even if the call sounded, it would take time for the nurse to press the pager and exit the nurse's station, enough for Sasha to choose whether to return to the ward or go straight to the freight elevator.

What if you bump into it?

No nurse would ask you which ward you were a family care person in like a police officer, and the nurses on the second half of the night shift in public hospitals were very hard, they didn't have the time or the need to ask.

Every day, people are discharged and admitted to the hospital, whether they are walking out or lying down, they are just passing by.

I took the elevator downstairs and walked to the side of the road naturally, and the SUV just now drove over and parked on the side.

I got in the car, closed the door, took an open bottle of wine from the driver and took a big sip.

"Mission complete, take me back to where I got in the car. ”

Once you got to the street, you got out of the car, walked back to the bar and got into a taxi back to the hostel as if you had just left the bar.

The next day, near noon, Sasha Saveva showed up at the train station with her big hiking bag on her back, and her next stop was London and then Scotland before ending the backpacker trip.

This is her paid vacation this year, the vacation that changed her itinerary because of the need for the mission, and the killing is just a small episode under the instructions of the boss and the captain.

Old Evans died, and was found by the nurse on the ward rounds before dawn, lying on the bed with a serene face and no pain.

The Evans family wanted to fight a lawsuit with the hospital, but after the lawyer learned about the situation, he advised them not to fight the lawsuit because they could not win.

Every year, patients like Evans Sr. die in the hospital from suffocation by the higher levels of carbon dioxide in their blood, and the best outcome is for the two sides to sit down and make a similar settlement.

The hospital also felt unlucky, the treatment plan was no problem at all, and this old Mr. Evans was also an old acquaintance in the hospital, and basically came here for a "vacation" for a period of time every six months.

Such deaths are not accidents, nor are they medical malpractice, but the number of deaths in the UK is only that small in a year.

Why did it happen in my own hospital?

But after all, he died in his own hospital, and according to the reason, the carbon dioxide concentration in the blood will be lower and lower day by day, and even if there will be recurrence, it is unlikely to be fatal.

It is unlikely that it is still possible, and there is a small probability that the event has happened, and it is unfortunate that both ends are distressed.

"Reconciliation talks" were launched, both sides had the intention to reconcile, and an agreement acceptable to both parties was soon reached.

On the day of the Evans family's funeral, a car was parked in the distance of the cemetery next to the church, and the two people in the car used a telephoto lens to covertly film the funeral attendees.

"It's really troublesome that all the things in Britain are due, it's going to be a sudden, and none of them can run. ”

One person complained, and they all monitored the family for a while, which was quite annoying.

took a few photos with the camera, put away the camera and said: "The boss has enough troubles in the UK, not only to let those who can know understand the power, but also to conceal and have no handle evidence, what kind of complaint are you making."

Let's go, I'll go have a drink later, this hell weather!"

In the south of England, winters are always gloomy and they don't see the sun a few times a month, and they really hate this kind of climate.

If it weren't for the Evans family's death, the two of them would have been enjoying the sun on the Mediterranean coast of southern France, or taking the family skiing at the company's winter resort in Klingenthalna, eastern Germany.

That's the job, don't complain to the boss, but you can blame the culprit for the damn situation.

You can't rush with an automatic rifle, and you can't take a bomb and "boom" to clean it up, but it's actually cool to take it step by step.

The car started, and the driver said: "I'm going to make the car accident more creative, such as dying two first, leaving one half-dead and heartbroken, what do you think?"

The latter didn't bother to pay attention to him, but his companion was still there talking about his creativity, and finally said helplessly: "I think you have watched too much of "Death is Coming", and it is too troublesome."

Go back and wait for instructions, insurance first, prepare for a gas explosion first, don't just talk about this nonsense. ”