"Three tourniquets, pressure adjusted to 30." The doctor in the operating room wearing a surgical gown was anxiously dealing with a wounded person in front of him who had a huge wound on his right thigh, blood kept gushing out of the man's wound, and two hemostatic bandages had been wrapped around the upper thigh, but to no avail.

The gloves of the surgeon's hands were stained red with blood, and every time the artery was stitched up for nearly half of the time, it would be washed away by the blood gushing out.

"The wounded's pulse began to drop." Assistant No. 3 at the injured man's right foot said anxiously.

"How is it possible, why can't the blood pressure of this injured person go down until now." The surgeon tried to continue the sutures, but found that the blood pressure was still normal, and the sutures could not be sutured at all with cashmere threads.

"No way, take the 7-0 line." The chief surgeon said seriously.

"Doctor Tong, this kind of thread is used to suture wounds!" Assistant No. 1, who was standing on the opposite side, said solemnly with a black line.

"The cashmere thread can't be sutured at all, and now there is no way to do it, only to connect the upper artery first, and then remove it through guò surgery in the future." The attending physician begins to close the sutures quickly after receiving the sutures. When the arterial blood vessels were finally sutured, a blood-colored worm came out of the small gap, startling the surgeon.

"Something!" The doctor shook his eyes and found that the red worm had disappeared, so he stabilized his mind and finally sutured the blood vessels. However, at this moment, the wounded's pulse was weak, which was obviously caused by Yan zhòng's blood loss.

"The blood type of the injured has not been found out?" The surgeon raised his head and asked the nurse at the door of the operating room.

"I don't know why? The instrument couldn't tell the person's blood type." The nurse also said helplessly.

"How can I not even find out the blood type at this time, go to the blood bank and bring the type O blood, hurry up, the injured person is about to be unable to support it." Seeing that the pulse of the injured person was getting weaker and weaker, the palm of the chief surgeon was also sweating.

Blood type O is known as a dangerous universal blood, and although it can be delivered to injured people of other blood types, there is a high possibility of antigen coagulation, but there is no time to think about it now.

After the blood transfusion bag is hung up, time passes minute by minute. However, the pulse of the wounded did not improve in the slightest, and the vital signs were close to the brink of death. At that moment, the wounded's cold right hand grabbed the wrist of the chief surgeon.

"This ......," the doctor was startled and immediately broke free of his wrist, "isn't it that the injured person has been injected with a sufficient dose of ketamine?" Could it be a low-level neurological response?"

"High-dose dopamine injections." Seeing that the wounded's pulse was on the verge of stopping, the surgeon commanded.

Assistant No. 1 injected the dopamine agent into the subcutaneous veins of the injured person. The physical signs did not improve in the slightest, and the pulse detector on the contrary made a non-stop sound and the pulse stopped.

"Prepare for defibrillation, 200j for the first time" The surgeon put two electrode plates on his left and right chests, "Wow! "The injured person trembled and the pulse monitor did not respond at all.

"Second 260j, ready."

"360j for the third time, ready."

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"Grass!" After the surgeon walked out of the operating room, he threw the surgical gown next to the door and sat down helplessly with his head in his hands.

"Brother Tong. Don't worry, everyone is watching, there is no problem with your surgical process, it is the injured person who has a problem." Assistant No. 1 followed him out of the operating room, lit a cigarette and sat next to the surgeon. Both are about the same age, both young doctors in their early thirties.

The chief surgeon known as Brother Tong, named Tong Chuan, is a surgeon at the Third People's Hospital of Dujiang City, and the subject of this operation was an injured person who had a cut in his thigh artery due to a car accident, and his condition was already very critical when he was sent to the hospital.

"The identity of the patient has not yet been determined, and when the family comes, we will show them the surveillance video of the operating room. We've done our best. Don't think about it. If the family wants to make trouble, I'll help you get in the way." The assistant man patted Tong Chuan's shoulder, stretched his waist, and prepared to drive home to rest, the operation lasted for four hours, and everyone was very tired.

Tong Chuan is a top student who graduated from Chongben Medical College. After returning to his hometown of Dujiang City, he became a surgeon in this third hospital. In the past few years, his talent has been valued by many chief physicians in the hospital, and his work is thriving. He has participated in many major surgeries, but he has always served as the second or third assistant, and has never served as the chief surgeon of major surgery.

But today it was Tong Chuan's turn to be on duty, and it happened to be twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. The car accident victim was taken to the hospital. And the most qualified doctor in the hospital is Tong Chuan, because the situation is urgent, he had to decide to operate on it.

"Tong Chuan, he must be very shocked, right? After all, this was his first time as the chief surgeon of a major operation, and he didn't expect the operation to fail. Xiao Feng, you go and persuade him" The girl called Xiao Feng is a nurse in the hospital, and she secretly likes Tong Chuan very much.

When the female nurse named Xiao Feng was about to step forward shyly, Tong Chuan fell asleep directly on the bench in this corridor, Xiao Feng did not wake him up, but ran to the nurse's rest stop on the first floor, took a blanket and put it on Tong Chuan's body.

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On the second day, Tong Chuan woke up at exactly seven o'clock in the morning, looked at the sheets on his body, folded them and sent them to the nurse's station on the first floor.

"Doctor Tong, are you okay?" Xiao Feng and Tong Chuan, who were on duty at the nurse's station, couldn't help but blush their cheeks after glancing at each other, and said nervously with their heads lowered.

"Nothing's wrong. Did the family of the injured be contacted yesterday?" Tong Chuan asked.

"Doctor Tong, this injured person seems to be a black family. [,！ Yesterday, the duty officer of the public security organ received a notice of verification of the identity of the injured at the beginning of the operation, but did not find anyone who matched the injured, and according to our description, the police station also obtained the surveillance road image of the city yesterday night, and did not find any car accidents." Xiao Feng replied very seriously.

After listening to it, Tong Chuan contacted the abnormal situation of the injured during the operation last night, and always felt that this matter was a little strange.

"Xiao Feng, who were the paramedics who escorted the injured back yesterday?"

"The injured person was not taken to the hospital by ambulance, but by a broken van, the owner of which was a middle-aged man wearing a hat, because it was dark that night and the other party's hat was very low, we did not see it clearly. The owner of the car said that after seeing the person injured in the car accident, he took him to the hospital. The owner of the car left in a hurry, and there was no relevant information about the owner of the car."

"What about the surveillance footage in the hospital? There should be a license plate number for the van, right?"

"Yesterday, the officer on duty in the monitoring room said that the video from that time period was missing."

First of all, the injured who died could not find out their information, Tong Chuan was a little suspicious, and then a series of things made Tong Chuan unbelievable.

"What about the bodies of the wounded?" Tong Chuan asked.

"Because the identity of the injured person has not been determined, the body is temporarily stored in the morgue of Building 2, and I remember that the cabinet number should be 118. The body of a little girl from number 118 last time had just been taken by relatives for cremation, so it was vacated."

"Thank you, Kaede." Tong Chuan smiled and turned around and walked towards Building No. 2.

Tong ...... Doctor, can I invite you to dinner at noon today?" Looking at Tong Chuan's departing figure, Xiao Feng plucked up his courage and said.

"Eat? Another day...... I'll treat you to dinner another day, and I'll contact you then." Tong Chuan hurriedly walked to Building No. 2 without looking back, and although Xiao Feng behind him got this half-right and half-wrong answer, he was still a little excited in his heart.

"No. 118, No. 118......" Tong Chuan muttered the morgue number in his mouth, although it was broad daylight, but as soon as he pushed open the door of the morgue, a biting cold air swept through Tong Chuan's body.

Walking into the morgue with serial numbers 96-156, Tong Chuan came to cabinet 118 in the corner.

After being stunned for about ten seconds, Tong Chuan took a deep breath and pulled the morgue open, and a long body bag was laid across in front of him.

Tong Chuan was a child who grew up in a middle-class family in the city, and was influenced by the development of contemporary science and technology, and was a very staunch atheist. Facing the body bag in front of him, he had no other bizarre thoughts in his heart except for the guilt in his heart about the failure of the operation and the bizarreness of this matter.

"Squeak~~" Tong Chuan slowly opened the zipper on the body bag, his eyes were closed, and a cold face appeared in front of him, the deceased looked almost fifty years old, and he was in good shape, although he was middle-aged, he still couldn't hide the handsomeness of his youth.

"What? How is that possible." When Tong Chuan pressed his two fingers on the major carotid artery of the person's neck, he felt the beating sound of his heart ...... "click, click, click".

The first time Tong Chuan encountered this situation, the first thing he thought of was to get the corpse truck parked outside and transport the 'body with pulse' to the emergency room.

"Boom!" Tong Chuan had just taken two steps forward when the door of the morgue was suddenly shut. And the lights in the room went out. Because the morgue was closed on all sides, sunlight could not enter, only the bottom of the closed door could be shimmered in with a glimmer of light.

"Huh~~~Huh~~~~" Behind Tong Chuan, there was a very heavy and slow breathing sound, and at the same time, there was the sound of the plastic body bag being turned over.

Cold sweat soaked Tong Chuan's back, just as he slowly turned his head, trying to see what was behind him. A cold hand rested on Tong Chuan's shoulder, just like the cold palm that grabbed his wrist during the operation.

"Squeak!" In the near-darkness of the morgue, a pair of fangs instantly inserted into the major artery of Tong Chuan's neck, who first struggled because of the severe pain.10 seconds passed, Tong Chuan's eyes gradually diluted, he lost the ability to struggle and resist, and gradually closed his eyes......