Dressed as a cannon fodder for a harmonious essay, I have few desires [Quick Transmigration]

It was like being slapped hard on the ear by someone, the sudden tinnitus was like a high-intensity electric current passing through the blank mind and exploding in the ear, the noisy sounds around receded like the tide, Yan Sui felt like he was falling Into a vacuum world.

And in this vacuum encirclement, there are only him and the thin boy on the ground who is struggling to breathe.

The ability to think suddenly ran away from home, and Yan Sui hadn't realized why the person who was coaxed by him to go to bed and take a nap more than ten minutes ago was lying on the ground dying of blood.

Checking the wound, judging the injury, pressing to stop the bleeding, Yan Sui's movements seemed calm and calm, but in fact only he knew, ignoring the trembling of his fingertips, these standard emergency treatments were all carried out subconsciously with excellent professional quality .

The unconscious person on the ground felt someone kneeling beside him, and tried to blink his eyes that had started to slacken, so that his eyes finally focused on the person with a familiar smell.

It was Yan Sui, he remembered his taste.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep over."

"I know you're in pain, bear with it, and I'll send you back to the hospital right away."

Yan Sui didn't dare to move the people on the ground easily, so he could only press down on the wound, leaned down and said softly.

As if hearing his words, Gan Le raised his blood-stained hands tremblingly and leaned towards Yan Sui's direction. Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, but he could only utter a few broken syllables when he opened and closed his mouth.

"...don't, cough, don't...go...cough cough..."

"I know, I know, wait until you get well."

Grasping the hand stretched out to him tightly, Yan Sui felt as if his throat was choked by something, it was swollen and sore, and his voice was unbearably hoarse.

"Come on, come on, everyone get out of the way!"

The crowd behind was noisy again, and the doctors and nurses who came carrying the stretcher pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.

Yan Sui made way for his colleagues to conduct a further quick inspection. Gan Le's blood was all over his hands and body, and he looked embarrassed and frightening.

"Notify the orthopedics and internal medicine department, and hurry to the operating room."

Yan Sui helped his colleagues carry the man onto the stretcher, then turned his head and told Nurse Liu, who happened to be following, to find a doctor from another department for an emergency consultation.After that, there was another burst of emergency mobilization. Yan Sui took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm, and just entered the meeting room covered in blood.

Time was running out, and the doctors in each department looked at the CT images and reports that were urgently checked on the big screen. Everyone's face was very heavy, but even if it was a difficult problem, they had to make a decision in the shortest possible time.

"The chance is not great, try your best."

In the operating room, the director of the surgery patted the shoulder of the young man beside him, looked at Yan Sui who was already put on the surgical gown and stood aside, and said calmly and objectively.

The duty of doctors is to save lives and heal the wounded, but sometimes they may not get good results even though they have tried their best.

"I see."

Yan Sui stared fixedly at the man lying on the operating table covered in blood, the nurse beside him was intubating him, and the beeping sound of the ECG monitor by the bed became weaker and weaker.

"Uh, ah uh..."

The person on the bed struggled to turn his head, panted quickly and opened his eyes to look at the person not far away.

A hoarse whimper sounded from his throat, and his eyes, which had always been clear and energetic, were now congested due to internal bleeding, and the eyelids were also swollen.

"drop--"

"Not good! Heart rate is dropping, ready to start rescue!"

The situation changed so suddenly, the director who had been paying close attention to the ECG monitor hurried forward to check, but the person on the hospital bed couldn't help closing his eyes slowly.

"10ml of adrenaline!"

Yan Sui stepped forward to hold the hand on the bed, patted Gan Le's cheek, opened his eyelids, and found that the man had completely lost consciousness.

"Blood oxygen saturation also began to drop, very fast!"

"Another 10ml of epinephrine!"

Yan Sui used scissors to cut open Gan Le's tattered top, and now there were new wounds on the scarred and thin chest, which was only covered with a thin layer of flesh, and the ribs were so thin that the ribs were clearly visible. , the vitality is disappearing from this young body.

Two injections of adrenaline were inserted along the interstitial seams of the ribs, but all the values ​​on the monitor still didn't improve, and the situation even got worse.

"Director, his heart stopped beating!"

"Put on the defibrillator."

The nurses in the emergency room are well-trained to push the equipment, and quickly apply lotion and patches to the person on the bed.

"First defibrillation."

The director took over the electrode pads, frowned behind the glasses, and held his breath for the first direct current defibrillation.

The unconscious body trembled reflexively with the stimulation of the electric current. The emergency room was extremely quiet, and everyone was staring at the small screen. .

"Second defibrillation! Increase the current!"

The button was rotated one more step, this time the current was even greater, and Yan Sui even felt his hand twitch like a spasm.

"Director, it still doesn't work..."

On the screen, the line symbolizing fresh life was completely flattened, and the blood oxygen value next to it was about to drop to the bottom.

The nurse at the side tested the patient's pupil reaction again with a lamp, and then shook her head gently at Yan Sui.

"...we did our best."

"He's hurt so badly, it's a relief."

The director looked at the skinny person on the bed, turned his head and couldn't bear to look any further. Although he had practiced medicine for decades and was used to seeing life and death, he still couldn't help feeling sorry for the premature death of a young life.

"Condolences."

The lights in the operating room gradually went out, and Yan Sui didn't know how long he stood there, and when the last person went out and closed the door and woke him up with a sound, the hand he was holding had completely lost its temperature.

It's obvious that he's just a vagrant who hasn't been together for a long time, but looking at the silent person on the bed, Yan Sui still feels a burst of unexplained heartache, as if a hole was torn from the corner of his heart.

Yan Sui breathed a deep sigh of relief, he reached out to help the person on the bed wipe off the mess on his chest, and helped him put his clothes back together.

But the clothes had already become tattered in the car accident, and they were cut by him just now, and now they are like a piece of rags on his body.

This is too sloppy, wandering for a lifetime, at least you have to be clean when you leave.

Yan Sui pursed his lips tightly, suppressing the inexplicable sadness in his heart, looked around during the operation, and saw the scarf on the side cabinet.

"Although it's a bit dirty, it's good to be warm, isn't it?"

Yan Sui took the scarf, murmured softly, as if meeting him for the first time, unfolded it to cover the man's body, and carefully tucked every corner for him.

"See you next time."

Yan Sui looked at the person who seemed to be asleep on the bed. He took off his gloves and picked up an operation record book on the monitoring table next to him, which recorded the operation process and the death of the patient in detail.

Sign your name on the part of the person involved in the operation, and move your gaze upwards. The first line on the top of this page is blank.

Name:

In the dim emergency room, the doctor who held the pen and didn't put it down looked at the notebook in his hand in a daze for a while, and finally sighed and began to write.

Name: Gan Le

The name I gave you, but I didn't expect it to be used here.

When I ran to the middle of the road and watched the car that couldn't stop suddenly hit me, everything seemed to be in slow motion at that moment.

He could clearly see the panicked expression of the driver, hear the sharp screams of passers-by, and even remember the faint scent of trees in the air at that time.

But in the next second, as his body flew out, everything returned to normal speed. It may be that the pain exceeded the limit or other reasons he didn't know. Apart from his eyes being unclear and unable to move, he didn't feel it. How painful, even numb without feeling.

After that, everything seemed to be seen through a blurred water curtain, swaying figures, rooms with dazzling light, and noisy machines, but fortunately, the familiar smell he was chasing after was always by his side.

He really wanted to open his eyes to look at that person, and opened his mouth to ask him why he secretly went out for a walk with others without taking him with him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any other sound except for the out of tune whimper.

I'm so tired, let's go to sleep, and find him again when I wake up.

Unable to support his heavy eyelids any longer, he let himself obey the call of darkness.

But, when he opened his eyes again, why was he here?A completely unfamiliar place?Not only that, how could he fly?

Gan Le looked at his feet three inches above the ground, and tentatively "walked" a few steps. Then he was shocked to find that not only could he fly, but he could even "bury" half of himself in the ground. It can penetrate, as if it has superpowers.

He has changed!

Looking at the self-entertainment not far away, and the joy of constantly burying themselves in the wall, another group of "people" in the room gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

"He must have a brain problem and be stupid."

A man with half-arm tattoos crossed his chest and observed Gan Le for a long while, and then spoke with certainty to the beautiful woman in the red dress next to him.

"Don't talk about him like that, he may not be familiar with ghosts just now."

While talking, the woman took out a small mirror out of thin air and began to reapply her lipstick.

"Hey, the new kid over there, come over and get to know each other."

Gan Le was still happily experimenting with the super powers he had just obtained, when he heard someone shouting behind him, and turned around to find that it was a boy with a round baby face, who looked younger than himself, and beside him were several " people".

He didn't realize that there were other people in the room just now!

"?"

Gan Le immediately became vigilant. He looked defensively at a few "people" not far away, thinking about the chances of escaping with the superpower he had just acquired if these people were bad guys.

"It's you, come on, tell me how you died, what obsessions did you have and finally became a ghost?"

Seeing that Gan Le didn't mean to come over, the baby-faced boy didn't mean to be angry. Instead, his tone didn't match his tone, and he came up to the remaining three people with a good temper and took Gan Le's hand.

"ghost?"

Before Gan Le started to struggle, he was froze by a word from the man's mouth and forgot to move.

"Yes, in our current state, isn't it a ghost or a vampire?"

The baby-faced boy pointed to their floating toes, and bared his fangs, which were obviously not of normal length. After seeing Gan Le's confused and unbelievable expression, he glanced at the other three, and also looked at him. asked in shock.

"Don't you forget that you are dead?"

Gan Le shook his head subconsciously, obviously he just felt tired and fell asleep, why did he die? Although he was hit by a car before, he remembered that Yan Sui had come to save him, but he smelled the man I fell asleep peacefully after the smell.

How did he die?

The young man in a white suit, who was silent all the time, rolled his eyes at Gan Le, who was unwilling to believe that he was dead, and pointed to the whole wall behind them that seemed to have many drawers and said in a low voice.

"This is the morgue. Just now we saw you being pushed by a doctor and put into the middle grid on the third floor. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself."

After hearing his words, Gan Le pushed away the round-faced boy beside him, and "walked" over to see the situation inside through the iron sheet outside.

In the narrow rectangular drawer, lay a person. His face was pale, and his exposed hands and feet had large abrasions. At this time, the blood had already clotted, leaving only hideous wounds.

On the body of the lying person, there was a scarf that he was very familiar with. It was stained with a large amount of blood, but it was still carefully spread and covered the person with closed eyes.

He has kept that scarf in his hand these days, and that person has the same face as himself.

"Well, believe it."

The baby-faced boy leaned over to see Gan Le's uneasy expression, and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"It's the same as being a human being or being a ghost, there's no difference."

"We are ghosts, the most important thing is to be happy, strive to complete the obsession as soon as possible, and reincarnate to be a new person."

The author has something to say:

I’m sorry everyone, I posted a chapter last night in the early hours of the morning. After waking up, I went out to play with my friends. When I got home at night, I found that I had a clip and many new friends came. Thank you for your love!Of course, I also want to thank the treasures who have been giving me nutrient solution to encourage me before!

There are too many people, everyone's preferences are different, and it is inevitable that there will be different opinions, but I think the charm of novels is that you can see the stories in other people's minds, and the novelty brought by other people's stories.

Therefore, if there is something you don't like in my story, you can accept peaceful discussions, as long as you don't quarrel, you are all my good boys!

Quiet Mimi would like to add one more sentence, because it is the first time to write an article, the logic may not be smooth, there may be bug conflicts before and after, and I hope everyone will forgive me, I love you!I'll try to pay attention later!