Just when the tip of the knife in Gao Yi's hand was about to touch his scalp, he had been lying on the operating table, and the motionless Guan Ke suddenly let out a painful sound. This sound* was like an embroidery needle suddenly dropped in the midst of a silent church. Although the sound was not loud, it frightened the rest of the people in the operating room, and they did not dare to move. Their faces were filled with shock and fear.

Gao Yi's hand holding the knife trembled a little. He thought, is it really as his assistant said, the people on the operating table are alive?

The passer's eyebrows moved, and his face was full of pain. With the first pain* sound, his body began to wobble as if it were about to get rid of something.

Gao Yi's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He finally understood what he was doing. What he did just now is tantamount to killing a person, then he will become a murderer. The temptation to move the whole world gradually disappeared in his heart. His conscience was back on him.

Gao Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Guan Ke's painful face, and finally came to his senses: "Damn, I didn't give him an anesthetic! ”

It turned out that everyone thought that Guan Ke was already a dead man, so before entering the operating room, he didn't even give him an anesthetic, so he pushed it in. Now, Guan Ke is gradually showing signs of recovery, and he has just undergone a full-body bone correction operation, and of course he will feel a lot of pain.

The doctors came to their senses and quickly left the operating room.

The idea of cutting off the guest's skull and wanting to find out was not implemented after all. Before anyone found out, Gao Yi might have been able to perform a craniotomy, but now, he has completely calmed down. Between a person's life and his personal reputation and achievements, if Gao Yi had to choose, he would still choose the former.

In the conference hall, there were many people who suggested that they should open the heads of the customs guests and study them carefully. Although their wording is very tactful, it still can't hide the smell of selfishness. Gao Yi sat coldly on the left hand side of the dean, resolutely opposing the practice of craniotomy. The reason is simple, the person is already about to recover, and another craniotomy is likely to worsen the patient's condition.

The doctors who proposed the craniotomy plan looked at Gao Yi with hateful eyes. A hypocrite pretending to be a saint!

Gao Yi doesn't care what others think, and his eyes are not afraid to look at others. His expression was calm and his gaze was indifferent. Everyone who looked at him couldn't help but look away.

Sitting in the chief dean was a gray-haired old man. He looked at the Guan Ke on the monitor and said slowly, "In any case, this is a miracle in the history of medicine. It is incredible that he was hit and suffered from an unknown malignant tumor, but even so, he could survive. I know what you think, and I understand that. Curiosity is the source of progress, and it is understandable that you want to find out why the patient survived, but," the old man paused, and after a sharp glance, he continued, "We must at least respect our own work ethic. As a doctor, treating diseases and saving people must always come first, followed by research and academic reports, and last is fame and money. For a person who is obviously going to get better, what a craniotomy means, everyone must know very well. Don't say those fancy words, everyone is smart, and no one is a fool. Please put away your selfishness and do your job well. I always thought that every human life was a miracle. When we save a life, we create a miracle, and if we save countless lives, we create countless miracles. What's more challenging than creating miracles? What's more rewarding than creating miracles?"

The old dean took a sip of the tea that had been cold in the cup and continued: "Everyone, we are all very busy, so I won't say anything else. He pointed to the customs officer on the monitor and said, "As for him, don't interfere." We just have to wait for the miracle to wake up. Meeting. After speaking, the old dean was the first to leave the conference room.

Gao Yi stood up and followed behind the old dean, feeling in his heart, no wonder the reputation of Lanting Hospital was louder than other hospitals in Pingle City. With a mountain like the dean, it is difficult for Lanting Hospital to think about not being the first.

Of course, Guan Ke didn't know that Lanting Hospital had a rare meeting because of him. When the red mulberry cart hit him, he thought his life had come to an end.

Guan Ke had a long dream. He dreamed of himself floating all over* on the surface of the sea. The sun was warm and warm on his skin. The sea was blue, the temperature was just right, and it gently supported him. There is no land in sight around, and the sea and the sky are connected together, and it is impossible to distinguish each other. The guest closed his eyes, and his whole body was warm. A warm current rose from his left hand, flowing through his shoulders, neck, head, and then turned his head and rushed into his right arm, palm... The warm current flowed slowly, passing almost all the blood vessels in Guan Ke's body, and then it was sucked into the heart and disappeared.

The warm sea bathing irons the body and mind of the passer. He was comfortably straight*.

That feeling didn't last long, though. When the warm current on the left hand is gone, the blue sky and the sea disappear at the same time.

Outside the window, the sun is shining, and Runke can open the curtains to let more sunlight shine in. The guest was lying on the bed, not yet up. He squinted his eyes and looked at Runke who was stretching his waist, and couldn't help but smile slightly. Half of Runke's face shone in the sunlight.

Runke didn't turn around, but asked lazily, "Lazy worm, don't get up yet!"

Guan Ke got dressed and got up, and also came to the window, hugging Runke's waist from behind, swaying gently. His head was buried in Runke's hair, and his nose was full of fragrant smells. "Where are we going to eat?" asked the guest softly.

Runke smiled softly, her sweet smile that made Guan Ke doubt the authenticity of the world for a while. "I'll do it for you. She said.

Guan Ke smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Outside the window, there are children playing. Under the warm sunshine, children's voices are unscrupulous. A balloon flies up with a chubby smiling face painted on it. Cheerful laughter accompanied by balloons, flying higher and higher, higher and higher. Laughter seems to be contagious. Listening to the laughter of the children outside the window, Guan Ke couldn't help but smile all the time.

Runke also kept smiling on his face. She smiled shallowly, only the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, but she smiled beautifully, very genuinely.

Guan Ke kept looking at that pure smiling face for a long, long time. Suddenly, everything fell apart, the bright sunlight outside the window was gone, Runke's figure was gone, and the bright, dust-free room twisted and pulled into the darkness of nothingness.

A demon with a chainsaw emerges from the darkness. Driven by electricity, the sawtooth can no longer see the edge clearly, and only the sound of the motor can be heard, which continues to ring. The demon hunched over and let out an evil laugh as he walked further and further.

The customs guest tried to escape, but he was so frightened that he couldn't move his whole body. He watched in horror as the demon got closer and closer, and at last he could even hear the sound of electricity clearly.

The demon grinned and slowly leaned the chainsaw against his lap. The skin was torn apart, but no blood splattered. Guan Ke opened his eyes in horror as the skin on his legs cracked, followed by the thin white bones full of cracks, slowly slicing open.

The heart-rending, deep-rooted pain in the bone marrow wanted to make Guan Ke scream, but he found that he couldn't even make a sound. He could neither flee nor make a sound, but could only watch as the demon, little by little, sawed open his leg bones.

The demon held a piece of bone and laughed twice. He wore a captain's hat on his head, and he couldn't see it clearly. The evil head, hidden under the hat, blew twice at the section of the bone. Some white powder, drifting away in the dark.

Guan Ke thought that he would not be able to stand and fall to the ground, but what he didn't expect was that even if a leg bone was sawed off, he still stood upright, as if he was a thousand-year-old pine. But the pain was not fake at all, and it was transmitted in his mind without leakage.

He wanted to let out a long howl, but he couldn't. The pain, the fear, the screams all filled his chest, and he was going crazy.

The demon tossed a leg bone behind him and began to pick his next target. He made a few back-and-forth strokes with a chainsaw, and finally decided to cut off the bone of his right leg again. Good things have to come in pairs, of course.

Guan Ke endured the pain of pulling bones and sucking the marrow like this, and endured it for a long time. The strange demon who couldn't see his face clearly, dismantled his body little by little from top to bottom, cut off his bones, and threw them into the depths of darkness, never to be found again.

When the demon aimed the chainsaw at his head and grinned and was about to strike, the gateway finally broke down. The intensity of fear and pain caused the border of patience to be swept away by a ferocious flood like a loose dike.

The passer screamed in the dark. This time, the shouts were not choked in the chest. For the first time, he opened his mouth and shouted out. In the boundless darkness, a long cry spread in all directions, almost trying to dispel the darkness with no end in sight.

The demon trembled and prostrated himself in the strong shouts of the passer, trembling and shaking. His chainsaw was out of sight and didn't know where it had fallen.

The shouts of the customs did not stop. His breath seemed endless.

Gradually, the demon began to commit, getting smaller and darker, and finally merged with the darkness.