My Hero Academia: Scars Heroes Quanyue

Chapter 322

Doctor Murata has been uneasy recently.

Don’t know why, he always feels that someone is following him.

No matter where he is, he can always notice a pair of eyes staring straight at him. Keep staring and staring until he is sweaty and dry.

“Doctor Murata? Doctor Murata?” The bed nurse called forward three or four times, and shook her hand twice before awakening Doctor Murata from the chaos.

“Ah, sorry. Is there something?”

“The patient in the single room vomited today.” The tube bed nurse described the patient’s latest condition. “The blood pressure is low, a rash appeared on the surface, and the symptoms of acute vomiting appeared.”

The wards in single rooms are generally malicious by people with special reasons

Two people have left this bed so far. One of them is also his former colleague: Sakai Taibai.

Doctor Murata checked the medical records as he walked.

He felt someone staring at him behind him, and that hot gaze seemed to be a brand, engraving all the shame in his bones.

“Doctor Murata?” The little nurse who followed him asked ignorantly: “What happened?” She raised her head and looked at Doctor Murata’s eyebrows, only feeling that the other party’s lips had turned purple. The sun outside the window has set, and the afterglow envelops the two of them and stretches their backs indefinitely.

A soft white light streamed out from the setting sun, as if it was a white pearl stained with blood.

“It’s okay.” Doctor Murata comforted himself. Whether Sakai Taibai or Saotome writer died due to illness.

Their illness kills them, and it’s my business.

Thinking of this, Dr. Murata took the time to walk towards the single ward at the urging of the little nurse. In the ward lay an immature girl, her face pale as a paper, lips slightly pink, and her hair spread like withered petals.

Her age is almost the same as that of Saotome writers.

Doctor Murata thought, took off the stethoscope and conducted a basic investigation on the patient. The little nurse measures blood pressure and heartbeat.

“Doctor Murata, they said… Are the two lives at fault in the hospital?” The little nurse asked in a frightened manner, recording it in the notebook.

Murata’s life seemed to be trampled on by someone’s tail, and his voice was three or four times louder, “Where did the rumors come from, where did they come from, do they think doctors are gods?”

The unqualified medical equipment caused the patient’s condition to aggravate or even upgrade, and finally caused an irreversible situation-how could this be the hospital’s mistake?

Unknown hospitals and small clinics across the country and the world are using these medical devices.

When they got here, they named the name and said it was the mistake of the hospital.

“But. We also bought a batch of new equipment yesterday.”

Doctor Murata was upset and waved to let the little nurse get out. In his mind, he kept thinking of the last time Sakai Taibai he saw, the proud and stubborn Sakai Taibai.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Murata, you must think I’m stupid.” Sakai Taibai closed her eyes, and the torment of her illness prevented her from falling asleep normally, and her two dark circles were comparable to pandas. She said in a relaxed tone: “Actually, I am also a fan of Saotome writers.”

Alcohol cotton ball wiped the arm.

Disassemble the needle and insert it slowly.

“Your needle injection seems to have improved.” Sakai closed his eyes, reported a few drug names, and smiled relieved: “That’s the drugs. What I did seems really meaningless.”

Doctor Murata almost shook the needle crooked.

“Sakai…”

Sakai Taibai moved the corner of her mouth, and her outstretched hand touched her, and her palm slowly opened. She didn’t speak much, just made a hissing mouth.

A small stitch, the end.

Three hours later, Sakai Taibai will suddenly deteriorate due to her condition, and the rescue will not work.

“Is it worth it?” Doctor Murata said lowly, sighing. To sue a large group is not a decision that ordinary people can make.

This well-known secret in the medical world kicked off with the death of the writer Saotome, and it will end with the death of Saotome Taebaek before he sings a few words on stage.

Is there a lack of Heroes in the world?

Not lacking, but very lacking.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Doctor Murata looked at the open door, his teeth trembling. Where is who? Who? Doctor Murata stepped forward quickly. In the empty corridor, only red and yellow are connected to each other. The little nurse from before is no longer there.

Murata leaned out and looked around. Suddenly a knock on the door came from behind him.

咚咚咚——咚咚——咚!

It came from the window. Doctor Murata held his breath, he turned around, his bones creaked. Doctor Murata slowed down the sound of landing, he bent down and grabbed the edge of the curtain with one hand, his scalp was numb.

“Who! Who is here!” Doctor Murata pushed aside the curtains.

From the window, many residential houses can be seen, and the green branches almost touch the glass. The lights at night were already turned on, and the bright white light sparsely cast into Doctor Murata’s eyes through the branches.

It may be caused by trees.

咚咚咚咚——A more rapid knock on the door came from other places.

Through the window glass, Dr. Murata saw: something under the bed was slowly coming out. It was a huge creature that did not belong to humans.

Its shape is fuzzy, but the surface has accumulated lumps and rashes of various colors, and the face exposed to the light is forcibly distorted.

“Sakai…Sakai.” Doctor Murata screamed. He thought of the window close, and slammed the windowpane with his elbow. “Sakai, I didn’t mean to kill you, Sakai.”

That huge monster has facial features and limbs of various people. Sakai’s face was swallowed by another girl. The face he was familiar with still preserved his eyes, the bridge of his nose, a pair of eyebrows and half of his mouth.

In the darkness, he saw the closed eyes open.

Pure white eyes.

“Sakai…Sakai, I didn’t mean it, and I didn’t want to do that.” Doctor Murata was paralyzed on the ground, his pants were wet, he held his head in pain, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me…I The son hasn’t been born yet…”

His plea was only exchanged for a chewing sound and an earth-shaking howl.

In the United States, teachers are playing teaching videos to students. “We can see that the emergence of quirk has brought about tremendous changes in society. The following actions were taken in the early stage of the gap between ordinary people and quirk…”

The historical photos on the screen were suddenly replaced, and a sharp scar could be seen in the darkness.

In China, a student who sneaked over the wall to play a game dropped the keyboard. He hadn’t said what he complained, and was immediately attracted by the sudden appearance of white scars.

On the big screen of the busiest pedestrian street in Japan, the protagonist and heroine of the advertisement stopped in the kissing scene, and the black eroded all the display screens at the speed of virus interference in the next second.

The overtime dogs in the elevator, the bored young people in the elevator, and the old couple sitting in front of the sofa grabbing the TV remote control all stopped their work.

“Hi.” The camera was adjusted up and down.

The white energy-saving lamp flashed by. In the dark room, a man in a white coat tied his limbs to a chair. There was a piece of tape sticking to his mouth, and a blindfold was put on his eyes.

“Welcome everyone to the live studio of Enos.” The voice became lively, “I am Scar Heroes Enos, please ask for a third consecutive.”