The wounded Lao Zheng's condition deteriorated rapidly, his heart beat weaker and weaker, and the nurse added various medicines under Song Ping'an's instructions to maintain his vital signs.

In any case, only by rushing to the hospital as soon as possible can Lao Zheng get further treatment and get him out of danger, although the ambulance is well-equipped and the medicine is sufficient, but after Song Ping'an's judgment, Lao Zheng has a head injury, and the specific situation can only be confirmed by brain CT and MRI, and there is a high possibility of craniotomy, which is absolutely not available in the ambulance.

The temporary disposal of Lao Zheng has been completed, Song Ping'an took off the blood-stained rubber gloves, stared at the vital signs on the monitoring screen, and his head was full of small beads of sweat. Although he is anxious now, he can't do anything, he doesn't dare to do anything, he can only look forward to the king pigeon arriving at the hospital as soon as possible.

The ambulance he was driving was getting faster and faster, and the speed in the wrong-way lane was approaching 90 kilometers per hour, and although there were no cars in the lane, it was extremely dangerous to drive at this speed in the city anyway.

Of course, the king pigeon has a certain amount of confidence in his piloting skills.

The Grim Reaper still pursued relentlessly, refusing to give up Lao Zheng's soul, and even speeding up. This means that Lao Zheng's physical condition has not only not improved, but the injury has become more serious.

In addition to the sound of the instruments ticking in the ambulance, there is only the sound of the wind passing through the body caused by the ultra-fast speed, and the sound of the tires spinning rapidly.

The young policeman said a few words to Lao Zheng, and then choked up, and a seven-foot man kept shedding tears in two lines, but he didn't say a word.

The heavier the atmosphere, the more anxious the king pigeon becomes. The Grim Reaper's pursuit was faster than that of an ambulance, and the distance between the two was not widened, but rather closer!

It is useless to intercede with the Grim Reaper, and it is useless to talk to the Grim Reaper about conditions. Not every Grim Reaper is Void Purple.

Throw him off! Throw him off in this race against death! Only if he is not allowed to catch up, the wounded in the car can survive.

The king pigeon continued to step on the accelerator, and the needle of the speedometer was already approaching a hundred kilometers per hour.

The limit is up, and it can't be faster. In urban areas, even if the road is empty, this speed is already the limit. The roads in the urban area are not the roads next to Meixi Lake in the suburbs in the last transfer mission, and there are more forks in the urban area, more people, and more emergencies.

No matter how good the driving skills of the king pigeon are, there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents. And even if the king pigeon can guarantee not to hit others, others cannot guarantee not to hit an ambulance traveling at high speed.

Once something happens to this car, not to mention the injured people in the car, the people in this car will suffer.

Wang Ge released the throttle and looked at the mirror again, but fortunately, the distance between the Grim Reaper and the ambulance did not close again, and it seemed that the current speed was equal to the speed of the Grim Reaper's flight.

He constantly switches between the sound of sirens, which are short and long, alerting passing vehicles and pedestrians to the presence of special vehicles.

Passers-by and surrounding vehicles were stunned, thinking to themselves what kind of monster this ambulance driver was, wouldn't he be afraid of an accident if he drove so fast?

Seeing that the distance between the ambulance and the grim reaper did not continue to close, Wang Ge breathed a sigh of relief and continued to concentrate on driving, there were only about three kilometers left from the hospital, and I don't know if this speed can be maintained until the vehicle arrives at the hospital.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, there were more cars in the wrong lane, and he hurried back to the normal lane, but there seemed to be something wrong at the traffic light intersection ahead, and a large number of cars were stuck there and couldn't walk.

In desperation, he came to the non-motorized lane again, turned a corner, and bypassed the intersection, but the distance from the hospital was an additional 500 meters.

The injured Lao Zheng waited in the ambulance for a minute, and the possibility of being caught up by death was greater, and the hospital was the safest place.

At this time, the young policeman who had been holding Lao Zheng's hand shouted, which startled the king pigeon.

"Doctor, doctor! His hand is gone! Is he going to wake up!" the young policeman called out to Song Ping'an, "He grabbed his hand just now, and he was quite energetic." ”

Song Ping'an knew that this was just a normal nervous reaction of the injured who fell into a coma, and it was not controlled by the brain. But this is enough to prove that Lao Zheng's situation is not as bad as he thinks. Song Ping'an nodded and said comfortingly. "A good man has a good reward, and he must be fine. ”

"Lao Zheng is more than 40 years this year, and he has been a grassroots police officer for more than 20 years, and he has not even mixed up with a deputy director, but he has not done anything less, neighborhood disputes, parents are short, and whoever loses a dog will help find it, although he has not handled any major cases, but he can sincerely do things for the people, and even our director will obey him, if he is gone, I can't continue as a policeman. Doctor, you must save him!" the young policeman said with a disturbed heart as he took off his hat.

"It is your duty to ensure that the lives and property of the people are not lost. Protecting everyone's lives is my duty and that of everyone in this car, Lao Zheng tried his best to protect the girl who drank too much, if I dare to be lazy and let Lao Zheng lose his life, I won't do it as a doctor!" Song Ping'an still stared at the values on the display screen and said calmly.

Xiangsha has the kind of philistine villain similar to the bride's mother, who is selfish.

Xiangsha also has more pride and blood similar to Lao Zheng and Song Ping'an, desperate for themselves.

"Xiao Wang. Song Ping'an called the king pigeon.

"Give me a minute and a half, and you'll definitely get to the hospital!" said the king pigeon slowed down as he turned, and was overtaken by death some distance, but now it was only a block away from the hospital, about eight hundred meters.

The grim reaper was expressionless, and continued to chase after the ambulance, reaching out to reach the ambulance's buttocks, but he couldn't enter the interior of the ambulance's compartment, nor could he touch Lao Zheng.

Wang Ge finally parked the ambulance at the gate of the emergency department in a thrilling situation, he was worried that the distance between death was too tight, so he took the first step to take away the soul, and even the engine did not turn off, so he quickly jumped out of the car and helped the doctors and nurses carry the cart.

"Brain CT, MRI, chest X-ray, chest CT, and right ankle, hurry up and prepare! Tell them to prepare the operating room, and at the same time perform chest thoracotomy and craniotomy, and call Director Sun of the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery and Director Du of the Department of Brain Surgery! The injured person is a policeman who saves people, as long as they are not on the operating table, they have to push me for anything!" Song Ping'an instructed the little nurse next to him while pushing the car.

After hearing this, the little nurse quickly nodded and ran to start work.

Wang Ge sent the wounded all the way to the second emergency room, and everyone else went to the emergency room, leaving only Wang Ge and the pale young policeman.

"Sit down for a while, they'll check the operation, and it'll be better for a while. The king pigeon sat him down.

"Are you a patient colleague?" a nurse wearing a mask asked the young police officer as she emerged from the emergency room.

The police nodded, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Immediately inform the patient's family that surgery may be performed later, which is relatively high-risk and requires the family's signature and consent. After the nurse hurriedly finished speaking, she handed the mobile phone she had just found from Lao Zheng to the young policeman, closed the door again, and went back to the emergency room.

Lao Zheng is old, he can't play any smart phones, the mobile phone is relatively old, and the performance is not very good, there is only one WeChat, and there is also police software, and the others are all software and programs that come with the mobile phone. The young policeman's heart was sour again.

The police flipped through Lao Zheng's address book, found the contact person of "wife", selected the phone number, and stopped when he was about to dial out. He didn't know how to explain this to Lao Zheng's family.

A man carrying a long-handled umbrella slowly walked into the emergency hall from the emergency door, looking at the second emergency room from a distance.

Wang Ge began to look for the figure of the Grim Reaper as soon as he entered the door, but he turned around but did not find it, but he did not expect that the Grim Reaper had not come in at all.

But you didn't come in just now, why are you doing now? Do you want to go into the emergency room like a grim reaper to take your soul?

If this is a void purple, it can still be negotiated, what if it is replaced by another god of death?

No, probably not! The king pigeon noticed that the Grim Reaper did not have an umbrella, which meant that everyone could see him now.

He won't go into the emergency room in full view of everyone and take away other people's souls.

Sure enough, the Grim Reaper only walked a few steps, approached the king pigeon, looked at the king pigeon from time to time, and still felt the breath of death and enforcers in him.

Death still gave up, and he watched the king pigeon stare for a full two minutes before slowly walking out of the emergency department.

Wang Ge is like no one on the surface, but he is very scared in his heart! Death's doubts are usually only a few seconds, and there is absolutely no such situation as staring at him before, and it seems that each Grim Reaper's attitude towards doubts is also different.

Wang Ge watched the young policeman make a call, went out of the emergency department, and re-parked the ambulance in the parking lot.

It was already half past one in the afternoon, and when he returned to the office again, when he filled in the car record, he found that all the colleagues in the room before leaving the car had disappeared, and only Xu Lin had not left.

In order to comfort Xu Lin's disgusted young heart, Tie roughly gave him a privilege, if there is no urgent mission, it is enough to be on standby in the team.

On the board of the trailer key, except for the car key that Wang Ge just hung up, Xu Lin's car key, and the key to the spare vehicle and the guardian vehicle, there is only a record book left in the other positions, and there is no key.

On this hot afternoon, there are more people like Wang Ge, driving ambulances, with more doctors like Liu Ya and Song Ping'an, nurses like Shen Hui and Xu Fenfen, rushing to every road of life throughout China.

"Three picks up". Wang Ge touched the soul suppression card on his chest, "Today is really a long day." ”

He muttered to himself.