There was no one in the engineering department, so I had to call the power company to come and repair it.

This is very normal logical thinking, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.

What's more, Song Jiahao is still the new dean. It was also the first time he had encountered this problem since he took office. No one doubts the connection between the fact that the engineering staff went out to participate in union activities and the plug was stolen.

Because, the latter happens too many times.

The power company's maintenance personnel will only carry the most basic repair tools. They don't carry special parts like spare plugs. The reason is very simple, under normal circumstances, most of the repair problems occur in the homes of ordinary citizens. Places like hospitals have their own engineering staff. Therefore, after the inspection, I found that I did not bring the parts, so I had to go back to the company to pick them up. The doctor on duty only knew that the power outage was going to be repaired, but he didn't know that it was caused by the theft of the plug.

In this link, the collective outing of the engineering department personnel is a crucial factor.

There was no one at the nurses' station outside the intensive care unit. The logistics department's cart full of milk and fruit has driven downstairs.

It's 8:03 p.m., and the hospital is much quieter than during the day, except for the night shift staff.

There are too many things, except for the outpatient department, all the nurses and doctors on the inpatient side have gone down to help.

Of course, they won't be away for too long, about five minutes at most.

Yang Kongshan was lying on the bed in the intensive care ward, unconscious.

Liu Tianming grabbed his shoulders, Song Jiahao held his feet tightly, and the two of them exerted force at the same time to hug Yang Kongshan onto the medical flatbed truck that had been prepared next to him.

The two of them glanced at each other, and from the eyes above each other's masks, they both saw nervous gazes.

It's been a busy day, and all the planning and action is just for the few minutes of space.

Without hesitation for a second, he pushed the car directly and walked towards the elevator leading to the medical technology building.

Liu Tianming is very careful in doing things. He stuffed Yang Kongshan's clothes and shoes next to the bed into the car, and arranged the quilt in the shape of lifting it from the inside.

As he walked briskly through the stairs, Liu Tianming glanced up at the surveillance camera directly above his head. The red light remains off. This indicates that the power has not been restored and so far, it is safe.

Song Jiahao pushed the medical flat cart into the elevator, and the moment the door panel closed, his tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't help but gasp.

The most dangerous time has passed.

Among them, the most uncontrollable link is the doctor on duty in the intensive care unit, as well as the nurse.

Song Jiahao was not 100% sure that all of them would go downstairs to move things. He can only operate according to common sense, and let the car that went out to buy condolences come back as late as possible. In this way, the driver of the logistics department will definitely call the inpatient department and ask to send someone downstairs to help.

Luckily, the best was expected.

The elevator goes to the first floor, and the doors slowly open to both sides.

Liu Tianming directly picked up the unconscious Yang Kongshan from the flatbed truck and ran towards the stairs leading to the utility room. Song Jiahao pushed the flatbed cart out quickly in the back and placed the cart on the right side of the hall. During the day, there were already three identical cars. This was originally a temporary concentration point for medical vehicles, and Song Jiahao considered every link very clearly.

Liu Tianming has a lot of strength, and Yang Kongshan's weight is nothing to him at all. Rushing into the utility room as fast as he could, opening the small iron door, and entering the basement, Liu Tianming felt that his heart had finally fallen, and his face showed a look of relief.

Opening the basement security door, Song Jiahao took off his white coat. He helped Liu Tianming and put Yang Kongshan flat on the workbench. Then, sequentially strip off his clothes and pants, revealing his muscular naked torso.

Song Jiahao picked up a large syringe from the shelf next to him, and the thick needle pierced Yang Kongshan's right arm, drawing out a tube full of blood. Just as he was making a blood sample, Song Jiahao suddenly raised his head and asked Liu Tianming: "Are you sure, he will really mutate?" ”

Liu Tianming nodded with a serious expression.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Song Jiahao stopped talking.

He put down the blood sample in his hand, walked over, picked up the plastic medical apron on the side of the closet, put on his goggles, and took out a scalpel from the white porcelain tray.

When he did these things, Liu Tianming had already pressed Yang Kongshan's shoulders and firmly bound his limbs, waist, and neck with the leather bags and steel clips prepared in advance. Especially around his neck, he directly tied several loops of sturdy rubber ropes. These ropes sank deep into the flesh, forming a black line around Yang Kongshan's neck. This level of restraint is enough for a normal person to suffocate to death in just a few seconds. Yang Kongshan's calm face did not change in the slightest.

It was as if he was just asleep, lying there motionless.

Song Jiahao used his rubber-gloved fingers to glide over the surface of Yang Kongshan's body. raised his head and looked at Liu Tianming with an inquiring gaze.

Although things have come to this point, there is still a trace of uncertainty in his heart.

Liu Tianming understood the doubts in his eyes, and said lightly: "If you can't do it, let me come." ”

Song Jiahao did not continue to dwell on this issue.

He lowered his head and stared at Yang Kongshan, who had fallen into a coma.

On his left shoulder, there is a noticeable scar.

The original scar area should not be large, and faint bite marks can be seen. It had suppurated, and there were signs of powdered medicine and rubbed with topical drugs such as iodine. The wound at the core was blackened, but the muscles were not rotting, reflecting an extremely strange sheen in the light.

Song Jiahao's hands trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, aimed the tip of his sharp scalpel at Yang Kongshan's left neck, and cut it hard.

The luster of the metal blade was instantly engulfed in skin and muscles, and large swaths of dark red blood poured out along the blade. Liu Tianming picked up the prepared large ball of cotton wool and tightly plugged the wound. The black rubber rope that had previously tied the neck did its job, and the blood that oozed from the wound was not much, and it was quickly stopped.

The skin and muscles were quickly cut open, and Song Jiahao continued to move towards the tendons that controlled the rotation of his neck without saying a word. In just half a minute, all the ligaments connecting Yang Kongshan's head and shoulders were severed. Starting from the incision on the side of the neck, rotating it around and turning the scalpel down his throat, cutting a "T" shaped line of blood.

Liu Tianming picked up the small medical cutter placed on the workbench and handed it over silently.

Song Jiahao glanced at him, didn't reach out to pick it up, and directly used a scalpel to cut the connection part on the side of Yang Kongshan's spine.

Only a butcher with poor skill would make such a savage act as splitting bones with a knife and axe.

Song Jiahao has always believed that in addition to amputation and brain surgery, medical cutters must be used to deal with other parts of the human body, especially joints, there is no need for such trouble.

This is the dignity and arrogance of a doctor, and it is also the key to whether the basic skills of surgery in the school are solid.

The entire head is completely detached from the body.

Liu Tianming held Yang Kongshan's head with both hands, pulled it back, and then quickly stuffed it into the center of the broken spine with a cotton pad. After doing this, he showed a very cautious expression on his face. Liu Tianming turned Yang Kongshan's head up, pulled a thick tape on his forehead, and fixed it on the workbench.

There was a dull thud from inside the wall. Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng smelled the smell of blood and couldn't hold it back.

Song Jiahao and Liu Tianming moved Yang Kongshan's body off the workbench. Shoulders are pressed against the bottom of the sandwich wall where they are plugged with bricks. Liu Tianming half-squatted on the ground, pulling out those bricks one by one, Song Jiahao bent over, grabbed Yang Kongshan's two feet with both hands, and watched Liu Tianming's movements closely, and he didn't dare to come out.

There are fewer and fewer bricks, and the openings are constantly expanding.

Looking over from Song Jiahao's position, you can see the legs and feet of Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng coming and going. They are in a hurry and can't wait to get their food.

Liu Tianming grabbed the armpit of Yang Kongshan's body and dragged his entire shoulder into the hole. A tremendous force immediately snatched the entire body from his hands. Song Jiahao only felt that his hands slipped, and Yang Kongshan's feet were out of control and were directly dragged into the wall.

When discussing in the office during the day, Liu Tianming had already reached an agreement with Song Jiahao: Yang Kongshan must be disposed of before he mutates. In this way, Yang Kongshan's body can be devoured by Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng, and he doesn't have to worry about being discovered.

In this process, the most critical factor is time. Once Yang Kongshan mutated in advance, Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng would not treat him as food. Therefore, once entering the basement, Yang Kongshan's head must first be cut off.

Chen Po is a living example.

Her body is dead, but her head is intact. Because of this, she became a walking corpse.

After filling in the holes in the sandwich wall with bricks, Liu Tianming and Song Jiahao walked to the workbench and looked nervously at Yang Kongshan's head.

Song Jiahao glanced at the watch on his wrist, and the time was 8:47 p.m.

Silently waiting.

It hasn't changed.

From the time he cut off Yang Kongshan's head, Song Jiahao's right hand had been trembling.

Now, the signs have spread throughout the body.

He felt cold, and the trembling grew in amplitude that was almost uncontrollable.

Killing a living person is a very different concept than killing a threatening walking corpse.

The former is a crime, the latter is to save more people.

Song Jiahao doesn't know if he has done anything wrong?

He has no say in determining whether he is guilty or not.

The only thing I can do now is to look at Liu Tianming with expectant eyes.

"You won't have any problems with your judgment, will you?"

Song Jiahao swallowed hard, and his voice became a little hoarse: "Could you be mistaken?" He, he's not infected at all, and he's not going to mutate? We, just killed a man? ”