In the early summer morning, at eleven o'clock, it is the most beautiful time for the sun. Warm light and shadow, quietly spilling through the gaps in the leaves, left mottled marks on the hospital bed covered with snow-white sheets.

Through the glass, an orange cat jumped on the windowsill, paced leisurely for a few steps, and then crouched down, the tip of its nose against the glass, its eyes widened, and looked into the ward with a wary expression, as if the ward had become its territory.

Binhe No. 1 Hospital, as an affiliated hospital of Binhe Medical University and the leading tertiary hospital in Beitian Province, is mainly used for patients who have just been transferred from the ICU, that is, the intensive care unit, and some patients who need special care.

Depending on the size of the room, the intensive care unit typically houses two to four beds, each equipped with a monitor that can monitor ECG, respiration, blood pressure, blood oxygen, pulse and body temperature.

The orange cat looked around for a while, and suddenly lowered its body, hunched over its paws, as if it had found a mouse, and put on a posture ready to kill.

Naturally, there will be no rats in the ward. At this moment, on the hospital bed by the window, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was sleeping on his back, his emaciated face was mostly obscured by the breathing mask fastened on it, and the steam coming out of it was as pale as his face.

The boy was closing his eyes, trying to calm his breath, unaware of the orange cat's actions outside the window.

Suddenly, the orange cat screamed, turned around and jumped off the windowsill, and fled with his tail between his legs, and at the same moment, the boys in the ward began to roll their eyes wildly. Then his brows furrowed suddenly, his expression became distorted and hideous, and a rapid sound came from under the breathing mask.

The monitor gave a sharp alarm, piercing the silence in the room.

In more than ten seconds, a small nurse rushed into the ward, her eyes swept over the monitor, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. Immediately after, a young resident doctor followed, dialed the little nurse aside, and the resident doctor rushed to the monitor, pressed the button several times in a row, and switched to ECG monitoring mode.

"Ventricular fibrillation!" the resident doctor's voice was full of anxiety, "inform the director!"

"Good. The little nurse turned and ran.

As soon as she rushed out of the ward, she saw a group of white coats coming in front of her. Seeing the slender figure surrounded by the stars like the moon, the little nurse's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly shouted loudly: "Doctor Ling! This is the case with the sixty-three bed, ventricular fibrillation alarm!" Seeing her unconcealed excitement, it was obvious that her trust in this Doctor Ling far exceeded that of the director in the mouth of the resident doctor.

"Sixty-three beds, Qi Huan?" In the middle of the crowd, the young and handsome doctor muttered in a low voice, took a long leg, and only a few steps shook off the group of doctors following behind him, and took the lead in walking towards this side.

Although Qi Huan was not his patient, Dr. Ling had also heard of this strange patient.

Qi Huan, male, 18 years old, studied in Binhe No. 1 Middle School, a provincial key school, and should have been in his prime, but he became a "frequent visitor" of the hospital because of his weak physique. Especially this time in the hospital, his condition is not only fierce but also extremely strange, the results of various laboratory tests show that his body functions are in a state of serious decline, but after several consultations by experts, it has been impossible to determine the specific cause.

In view of Qi Huan's deteriorating physical condition, especially the disorder of cardiopulmonary function, even to the verge of life-threatening, the hospital had to temporarily place Qi Huan in the intensive care ward.

"Prepare the defibrillator. Behind Dr. Ling, a tall doctor threw a sentence at a few interns on the side, and also strode up to follow.

As Dr. Ling's earliest follower, Dr. Gao Zhuang has seen Dr. Ling's ultra-long cardiopulmonary resuscitation technique, which is unique in China. Although life and death are life and prosperity, many times, Dr. Ling is the heaven of many patients whose lives are hanging by a thread!

"Defibrillation, 200 joules. "Although Dr. Ling, who has entered the rescue state, is young, he has the style of a general.

"Charging is complete. "Tall assistant prompts.

"Get out of the way!" shouted a female doctor with a particularly short stature and a particularly loud voice.

The ward was tense and busy, and people's eyes either fell on the monitor, or on Dr. Ling's handsome figure, but no one noticed that Qi Huan's distorted and hideous expression on the hospital bed gradually unfolded.

"Is this the legendary near-death experience?or, I'm already dead?" Qi Huan looked down at the busy crowd in the house, his mood was very complicated, he had been fighting with the disease for more than ten years, and he was inexplicably defeated.

It was an out-of-body experience, and Qi Huan felt like he was floating above the roof, and below, Dr. Ling was holding a defibrillator, close to the thin, thin and thin body on the hospital bed.

"This Doctor Ling should be quite handsome, right? The eyes of the two nurses on the side have been glued to him. Qi Huan was a little absent-minded, and he couldn't see Dr. Ling's face from his perspective.

The defibrillator finished charging, but Dr. Ling suddenly hesitated for a moment, and then changed the command categorically: "Turn it up to 360 joules!"

The first defibrillation jumped directly to 360 joules, and a small resident doctor in the corner was puzzled. A few guys around Dr. Ke Ling did not hesitate at all, and directly adjusted the parameters of the defibrillator according to the instructions, and the little resident doctor flattened his mouth and did not dare to squeak.

"Next life...... Let's also strive to be reincarnated as a super handsome ......" Qi Huan looked down at the zombie-like shell of "himself" on the bed, and reluctantly began to plan his life in the next life.

Dr. Ling's defibrillator was pressed steadily.

The upper body was stimulated by the current and "jumped" violently, Qi Huan only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and the "soul" instantly returned to its place, and he opened his eyes suddenly, facing the concerned eyes of Doctor Shangling.

"Handsome!" Qi Huan had just flashed this thought in his mind, and he was immediately drowned out by the exclamations of the people around him who were trying to suppress it.

"Doctor Ling is really divine!"

"Of course!"

"Jump straight to 360 joules!"

"No, Dr. Ling is sure. ”

Am I being rescued? The perspective changed from looking down to looking up, Qi Huan regained control of his body, and his eyelids became heavy. The familiar feeling of powerless suffocation made Qi Huan especially miss the unrestrained ease when he looked down on everyone just now.

It would be nice if I could float for a while! Only after experiencing the unrestrained freedom, did I feel more and more that my weak body was too much of a burden, Qi Huan sighed helplessly in the bottom of his heart, and even complained a little that Dr. Ling's medical skills were too clever.

Looking at the radiant Doctor Ling, Qi Huan couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself, he turned his head, and as far as his eyes could see, he saw a straight line drawn by the green dots on the screen of the sixty-four bed monitor next to him.

"The monitor of the sixty-four bed is broken?" Qi Huan felt strange, according to his experience, the green light dot on the screen represented the patient's heartbeat rate.

didn't have time to think about it, and the next moment, Qi Huan's ears sounded with the man's low and ethereal chanting: "The thunder seal in the sleeve frightens the mountain spirit, and the hand holds Yang Zhixue invisible." This heart is originally hidden by the gods, and when a thought is wrong, all things will be born!"

"Who is reciting the poem? I'm hallucinating, right? But what does this poem mean?" Qi Huan didn't have time to think about it, his mind exploded, as if there were hundreds of thousands of people talking in his ears at the same time, some chanting poems, some chanting mantras, some singing and talking, some crying and laughing, obviously the voices were mixed together, but they could hear it clearly, and they were separated.

"That's too much information!" Qi Huan's eyes rolled in an instant, and he fainted completely.

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