365 Difficult Ways To Live

Xia Yihan put Dr. Zhang on the toilet seat, she quickly put on the gloves, changed clothes with her, imitated her, let her hair down to cover most of her face, and then took off Dr. Zhang's glasses, make it their own.

Xia Yihan locked the bathroom door first, then went into the cubicle, bolted it from the inside, then stepped on the wall-mounted paper box, supported the door with both hands, turned it out, and landed smoothly, the whole process was done in one go.

This morning, she put on a mature woman's makeup, paired with abstinence-style black-rimmed glasses, and looked in the mirror, which had the effect of deceiving the real one.

Walking out of the bathroom, she went up to the third floor. The inpatient department is different from the outpatient building. Compared with the two, the former is the classroom for naps, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor can be clearly heard.

Xia Yihan touched the scalpel in his pocket, walked through the corridor, came to Dr. Zhang's ward, found Gong Yanhua's medical records, and walked to the special ward while reading. The policewoman was on duty in a row of chairs in front of the door. Get up and block the door of the ward.

The policewoman glanced at her badge: "Are you Doctor Zhang?"

Xia Yihan had a medical mask piled on his chin, holding a file folder in his left hand, and his right hand in the front pocket of his white coat. His gaze from behind the glasses was sharp and cold, and he looked unhuman.

"Yes, ward patrol." She deliberately lowered her voice, and the ending was clean and neat, sounding a little impatient, and she didn't want to explain more to the policewoman.

The policewoman looked behind her, and also showed a businesslike attitude, "Didn't the nurse come with you?"

Xia Yihan looked calm: "There was a debridement operation, the patient reacted too much, the nurse who was my partner went over to help."

The policewoman smiled politely: "Sorry, we need to make sure that two people are present when checking the victim's condition."

Xia Yi looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, glanced at the policewoman's face, and showed the professional indifference of seeing too many "sick" people every day, "Well, the operation is estimated to end at 7 o'clock , I will come again later.”

After finishing speaking, Xia Yihan turned on his toes, and walked out without dragging his feet, with a kind of indifference of "I don't care if you don't let me see it".

When passing the nurse's station, she saw two nurses typing information into the computer. She went down to the first floor and saw several family members waiting in front of the operating room.A nurse passed her by with a cart, and the cleaning lady stared at the mop intently.

Keeping everyone's activities in mind, Xia Yihan reconfirmed the safety route and the surveillance blind spot outside the hospital, preparing for his escape after the incident.

She was like a ghost, floating past everyone, her feet were silent, her steps were light, no one noticed her on the way, and when she saw her figure, she would assume a certain white-clothed staff member by default.

Back in the office, on the computer, Xia Yihan retrieved all the records of Gong Yanhua since she was hospitalized, browsed through them carefully, and gained a detailed understanding of her injury.

When she found an apple on the table, she took out a scalpel, turned the flower, and peeled off the skin of the apple. The red coat of the whole apple fell off in an instant, revealing the flesh. She didn't eat it, and continued to "peel". The knife is smooth, and the pulp pushed out is extremely thin and almost transparent.

Turning round and round, the apple has only a core left, and the skin and flesh are like ribbons, lying in the trash can, and in a short while, it changes from a spherical shape to a long strip, completing the physical shape switch .

After warming up and preparing for carving, Xia Yihan took out the cotton, wiped the knife with alcohol, put the knife in a transparent bag, and put it in his pocket.

After catching fish for a long time, she finally made it to seven o'clock, and she walked to the door of the special ward again, holding the shelf of patrolling the room.

Seeing that she was still alone, the policewoman gave her a questioning look.

"The operation is not over yet. I'll have to catch up with the progress records later. How about this, you go in with me, I'll check the situation, and you watch from the side."

The policewoman hesitated for a moment, "It's not a question of the number of people, but we need to ensure that when checking the victim's condition, two medical staff must be present."

This is the regulation of the previous sensitive period. The security personnel will first check the identities of the doctors and nurses, and then ensure that two medical personnel are in the ward at the same time to prevent one of them from doing anything to the victim.

But now that the sensitive period has passed, the large troops have withdrawn, and the installation of security personnel is itself a display. The focus is on guarding the victim rather than the medical staff. The main task is to ensure that the victim does not commit suicide and can be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.

Interfering with the attending doctor's rounds is not conducive to the early discharge of patients.

Xia Yihan didn't point out the truth, but followed the policewoman's words: "Okay, then I'll come back tomorrow, you cooperate with the nurse on duty tonight, pay more attention to the patient's condition, she may suddenly have a high fever."

After finishing speaking, Xia Yihan turned his body outward and hurried back.

The policewoman was taken aback: "High fever? Why?"

"Two days ago, the patient developed postoperative heat absorption, and we applied cold compresses to her. However, the patient has a special constitution and her body's immune system is somewhat disordered. Tonight, we have to confirm whether she is still feverish and rule out the possibility of infection."

The policewoman looked flustered, looked at the situation inside through the glass opening on the door, and softly said to Xia Yihan: "Doctor Zhang, go in."

After finishing speaking, she opened the door of the room. Xia Yihan was not polite, and walked into the ward ostentatiously. It was already night, and the blackout curtains blocked the outside light. In the whole ward, there was only a little bit of light from the corridor, providing the patient with a rest. perfect environment.

After the policewoman came in, she turned around and closed the door, tiptoeing, not to disturb the patient to rest.

On the hospital bed, the victim lay on his back silently, covered with a thick quilt, covering most of his face, and the other half was hidden in the darkness.Someone came in, but she didn't wake up, she was sleeping very seriously.

With his back to the door, Xia Yihan stood in front of the ECG monitor. He didn't deliberately lower his voice, but the tone sounded extremely low, as if the value on the monitor was abnormal: "Do you know how to recognize the value?"

The policewoman walked to her side: "I know them all, otherwise I wouldn't have been sent to guard them."

Xia Yihan stretched out his right hand and pointed to the top line: "What does this ECG waveform indicate?"

The female policeman stared at the undulating curves and looked seriously. When Xia Yihan withdrew his outstretched hand, it was as swift as a snake. It quickly circled behind her head, grabbed her chin violently, turned her face to one side, and made her left hand into a With the palm of his hand, he chopped at the carotid sinus under his sternocleidomastoid muscle. Before the policewoman had time to react, she fell unconscious in a blink of an eye.

Xia Yihan caught the policewoman's fallen body with his right hand, and put her on the stool in the corner.

She looked up to check the monitor, and her heartbeat was stable and normal, indicating that the victim was still in a coma or sleeping state and did not notice any movement in the room.

Xia Yihan turned on the light, and saw everything in the room clearly, including the victim's yellowed forehead on the bed, and the messy hair like weeds.

Xia Yihan took out the scalpel, held it in his hand, and dressed in white, he looked like an angel who was conscientious, sticking to his post, and disemboweling patients.

She touched the top of the quilt and lifted the quilt, exposing the victim's head and upper body.

The next second, the person lying on the bed suddenly sat up, raised his right hand, held the syringe in his hand, aimed at Xia Yihan's neck vein, and stabbed it quickly, then buckled the piston handle with his thumb, and quickly pushed the anesthetic into it.

For a moment, Xia Yihan's eyes were shining brightly in the blue light, reflecting the wild face in front of her. Soon, her vision gradually blurred, and her strength slipped away from her body, leaving nothing behind. The knife in her hand slipped and hit the floor tiles. There was a crisp sound.

Before she lost consciousness, the corners of her mouth turned up, she laughed, and squeezed out a voice from her throat, "Sister..."