At 6:05 a.m. on July 10, a rapid ambulance whistle sounded outside Fucheng People's Hospital, followed by a piercing brake sound, and the doctors and 2 nurses who had been waiting on the side quickly opened an ambulance cart and ran quickly to the emergency building to pick up the car. Soon, three doctors and nurses rushed into the emergency room at a trot with a pale young man. Several panicked family members followed closely behind, and one of the middle-aged women cried while chasing: "Doctor, please, hurry, save my son, he is dying......

As soon as the ambulance trolley entered the emergency room, as soon as the door was closed and the red light was on, the first aid personnel immediately got busy, and the happy electric monitor opened the airway, put on the oxygen mask, established intravenous access, intravenous infusion, and measured blood pressure .......

Emergency medical personnel surrounded the patient, carried out various examinations in an orderly manner, and made every effort to rescue him. "Dr. Wang, no, the situation is very critical, the patient has cardiac arrest, BP: 80/50mmhg, R: 12 times/min, left pupil diameter of about 3.8mm, slow response to light, weak vital signs ......."

Without waiting for the nurse to finish speaking, Dr. Wang immediately performed chest compressions on the patient, and hurriedly instructed: "Quick, 1mg of epinephrine intravenously, one intravenous injection of nicosamide and one intravenous injection of lobeline, endotracheal intubation, balloon compression assisted ventilation......"

At this time, in an antique mountain villa somewhere in the island country, a middle-aged ninja wearing a black ninja costume bowed his body and said respectfully to an old man wearing an island country kimono: "Lord, the elder brother of the Huaxia special combat team surnamed Yang has been poisoned now, and he will definitely not survive tonight." ”

The short and sturdy old man, lying on the comfortable soft floor, saw that the wrinkles on his forehead and face were like knife carvings, with a short and hard mustache on the side of his mouth, and a fierce and fierce light flashing in his eyes, "Yaxi, you guys did a good job, Fujita-kun told the operatives over there that they must do things neatly and neatly in Huaxia, and they can't leave any handles and hidden dangers." If something goes wrong and causes serious consequences, they don't have to come back alive, so they can apologize to Amaterasu Okami for their seppuku. ”

Fujita Tomiro hurriedly said: "Please rest assured, the leader of the mission is the best middle ninja Aso Nawei of the Iga family, presumably he will definitely not miss, the poison used is a chronic poison made from the magical ancient recipe of the Oshima country, and it cannot be detected at all with the level of medical care and detection methods in China." ”

The old man skimmed his mustache, frowned, and immediately a cold anger burst out of his body, and the evil anger was very compelling, and he roared angrily at Fujita Tomoro: "Yaga, the stakes are very high, Fujita-kun must not be careless, and don't take things lightly at any time before they are done." There is an old saying in Huaxia, be careful to sail a boat for ten thousand years, and the lion and the rabbit also need to do their best. Tell Aso that they continue to spy and must get reliable information. All people and things that may lead to the leakage of secrets must be eliminated, and it is better to kill 3,000 by mistake than to let go of one. ”

"Hi ......" Fujita Tomiro Although he is a shinobi and is considered to be superior in the Iga stream, but just now, under the pressure of the old man who only exuded a trace of momentum, he suddenly became difficult to breathe, and he couldn't help but tremble, his legs were weak, and his forehead was even more drenched in sweat. After this, he was still a little complacent, and he became nervous at this time, if there was anything wrong with the action over there, I was afraid that he would also be implicated, and it would be terrible to do that.......

On the bed in the first intensive care unit of the hospital, Yang Jibin lay quietly, his body was full of various tubes, including oxygen delivery, cardiopulmonary monitor pipelines, and rescue infusion tubes, but he didn't react at all, only to see the heart-shaped symbol of the monitor beating, and the whole ward was quiet and terrible.

Li Wenrong, who was standing by the bedside, had a pale face, there were still a lot of bloodshot eyes, her lips were dry and cracked because she had not been wet for a long time, and her hair was a little messy, as if a gust of wind would blow up her haggard and weak body, she asked the doctor who was observing and testing in a hoarse voice: "Director Liu, what is wrong with my son, he has been in a coma for two days and two nights, what disease is he having, and when will he wake up?" ”

Director Liu (Liu Yi, male, 45 years old, MD, graduated from Harvard University with a major in medicine, and is an internationally renowned expert in Western medicine) pushed the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a very embarrassed face: "Auntie, Yang Jibin's current situation is very bad, and the cause of it cannot be found out yet. But many of his organs in his body have failed, as if his life is being swallowed up by something unknown, and I suspect that there is a strange chronic poison in his body. To be honest, it's a miracle that his condition has been dragged to this day. Auntie, you'd better be mentally prepared. ”

"No, my brother will be fine." A young woman in a pink dress cried bitterly, and fell to her knees with a plop, "Brother Liu, please do everything you can to save my brother, no matter how much it costs, we are willing, even if it is ...... to smash the pot and sell iron."

Director Liu hurriedly leaned down and helped her up, "Ji Ya, what are you doing here?" Not to mention that our two families are friends of three generations, even if we stand on the duty of doctors to save lives and help the wounded, I will do my best to rescue, but where is the problem of money, it is ......, alas, ......"

"No, no, Xiaobin, wake up, don't sleep, open your eyes and look at your mother!" Li Wenrong was almost out of control, knowing that this was almost a fact, but he couldn't accept it anyway.

When Yang Jibin, who was lying on the hospital bed, was dying, he seemed to hear the cries of concern from his relatives, and he tried to open his eyes, and what came into his eyes in the haze was his pale mother, his father who had gray hair and wrinkles when he was just over half a hundred years old, his sister with tears on his face, his heartbroken wife, his young and ignorant daughter, and several iron buddies who he had played with since childhood.

This situation made Yang Jibin completely heartbroken, like thousands of needles pierced in the heart at the same time, heartache and remorse, why was he so impetuous, did not listen to the master's persuasion, did not study medicine and martial arts well, why was he so useless and incapable, he was poisoned and he didn't know what kind of poison he was dying, why was he so stubborn and did not listen to people's persuasion to seek the truth, and finally not only failed to find out the murderer of his younger brother, but also let his relatives be hurt by the loss of his loved ones again......

His wife, who had been looking at him, saw him open his eyes, and shouted loudly with tears in his eyes: "Brother Bin, you woke up, you finally woke up, you must hold on, you can rest assured, the doctor said that you have nothing to do, everything will be fine, Yu'er, hurry, come and call Dad!" ”

"Xiaobin, are you awake......"

"Son, you finally woke up, how do you feel, you have to hold on, your brother is gone, there is no more you, how can we live?"

"Daddy, Daddy......"

"Brother, hold on......"

The people in the room looked at Yang Jibin who had just woken up with concern on their faces, and everyone's tightly held palms couldn't help but break out in a little cold sweat, and they all silently prayed in their hearts that a miracle would appear, hoping that Yang Jibin could break through the ghost gate this time, hoping that this was not a return to the light. But the brutal truth is......

Yang Jibin smiled slightly, trying to open his lips and want to say something comforting, but he couldn't squeeze out half a word with all his strength. He had always been strong, hated himself for being useless, and couldn't even say a word, so he struggled hard, and suddenly the blood in his chest rushed up to his throat and gushed out, and the red blood instantly stained the snow-white sheets.

Yang Jibin only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurred, the strength of his whole body continued to dissipate, his body gradually became cold, and the footsteps of death were getting closer and closer.

Knowing that his limit was approaching, Yang Jibin was extremely unwilling, and shouted frantically in his heart: "God, please open your eyes, how unfair you are, why do good people live not long and disasters leave a thousand years, I am really unwilling, I am really unconvinced!" Dear Mom and Dad, I'm really sorry, if I have a life in the next life, I will still be your son, I will make you happy and live a long life, so that you don't have to break your heart for my unfilial son!

Wife, I'm sorry for not letting you live a few days of comfortable life in this life, if I have to marry you as my wife in the next life, I will give you a lifetime of happiness and happiness, and give you a lifetime of happiness! And the brothers and sisters who have taken care of me in this life, if there is a next life, I will definitely give you a lifetime of glory and wealth!

Hahahahaha, thief God, did you hear it all? If I am a dragon in the next life, I will turn over the river and the sea, and soar to the nine heavens! If I am a tiger in the next life, I will roar in the mountains and forests, and blood will stain half the sky! If I am a human being in the next life, I must be a human being, I must eradicate the evil in the world, be happy with enmity, climb to the top of the world, and control the world! With deep pain, guilt and unwillingness, Yang Jibin slowly fell into a deep sleep and slid into the endless dark abyss.

"Son", "husband", "younger brother", "brother", in the intensive care ward, bursts of heart-rending cries sounded in an instant, everyone washed their faces with tears, cried again and again, fell into deep grief...... life and death, the sorrow of life is nothing more than this. For a long time, Director Liu, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, sighed deeply in his heart, and gently closed Yang Jibin's round eyes with trembling hands, and then gently covered his face with the white sheets......

At this moment, the purple-gold gourd hanging on Yang Jibin's neck strangely absorbed the blood stuck to it, and then the gourd emitted a faint red light that was invisible to ordinary people, and then gradually became smaller, and finally the gourd turned into a beam of red light, and quickly disappeared into Yang Jibin's mind......