mayfly era

Zhu Qingyuan quickly realized that he fastened his pajamas a few times, then put on his white clothes, turned on the instrument, pushed Chen Yue away from the bed, and let the workers check carefully.

"Three sets of plans, there is no other medical care right now, you have to be my assistants." Zhu Qingyuan finished quickly.

Ordinary drugs have no effect on the worker. After injecting high-concentration and large-dose cardiotonic agents, the worker's heartbeat is still weak, his head has been tilted to one side, and his tongue has fallen out.

Zhu Qingyuan went to the electric shock board without hesitation. After three electric shocks, a smell of scorched skin and rotten flesh permeated the room.

He glanced at the physical sign monitoring instrument. The worker's heartbeat was still weak at the moment, but with the help of the electronic pacemaker, it began to beat regularly. His eyes moved to the next row of values, but his hand stopped.

"He's already brain-dead, do you still want to save him?" Zhu Qingyuan said calmly.

"How far is brain death from death?" Chen Yue's voice was a bit difficult.

"There is still a long way to go," Zhu Quyang passed the instrument to Chen Li, "but it is more painful than death."

"I can't make the decision for him."

"He has no way to decide his own life." Zhu Qingyuan pressed his hand on the electric pacemaker, hesitated, and increased the value.

It was rare for Chen Li to be at a loss. He stared at the front in a daze, but everything in front seemed to have not entered his eyes at all.

Brain death, a term he had only heard recently, was used on Chen Ming, and the feeling of familiarity with the words was still stagnant in his brain, and he felt that everything in his mind had become a fuzzy and distorted mess.

"Besides, have you stopped making decisions about life and death for others?" Zhu Qingyuan laughed contemptuously.

Shocked by his words, Chen Li suddenly came to his senses. He stared at Zhu Qingyuan with his dark eyes, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes. He said coldly, "I will go to his family and let them decide."

"His family only wants him to die. A brain-dead person can't earn a penny." Zhu Qingyuan's voice was cold.

Chen Li pinched Zhu Qingyuan's throat almost instantly, and he could crush this piece of cartilage to pieces in just a second.

"Look, you're here to take my life so soon." Zhu Qingyuan said with a sneer without fear even though his throat was tightly gripped.

The smoking gun pulled Chen Li past him and growled, "Don't make trouble, are you a child?"

"This man died of overwork without a doubt. Coupled with depression, alcohol stimulation, and high intracranial pressure, the past few hours will be as painful as they are. You might as well let him have a good time."

Chen Li threw away the bong, instead of attacking Zhu Qingyuan again, he turned and left the treatment room.

"He suddenly became very fragile, did he finally realize the seriousness of his sins?" Looking at Chen Li's leaving back, Zhu Qingyuan smiled.

His hand left the electric pacemaker, and he looked at the physical sign monitoring instrument as if admiring a world-famous painting.Perhaps for him, world famous paintings are not as artistic as the electrocardiogram of a dying person.

"A person's life is really tenacious. Even if it is so painful, he still wants to live..." He looked at the regular values ​​with approval in his eyes.

"What enmity do you have with Chen Li?" Smoker said bluntly.

"He should be the one I hate." Zhu Qingyuan smiled slightly.

"He is not the person you imagined. You should not impose your own love and hatred on him," said Smoker. "You don't know him. He has always been...a kind person, even You, he will save too."

"Tell him no need, I'm a villain and deserve to die. Besides, if I die because of him, he might suffer too, so I'm happy."

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you, let's go." The smoking gun waved his hand, and when he was about to reach the door, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

"Hey, he's in good shape, what do you think?" Zhu Qingyuan said suddenly.

The smoking gun took a puff of smoke, and turned his head to look at Zhu Qingyuan, with doubts in his eyes.

"It turned out that I was the only one who saw him without clothes." Zhu Qingyuan smiled viciously.

"Forget it, or I'll dig out your eyeballs." After smoking gun, he lifted his legs and left the treatment room.

"Oh, dog lovers, they all say the same thing."

Zhu Qingyuan found a thin blanket from the cabinet to cover the workers, and left the treatment room.A machine would keep the man alive in his stead, awaiting his family's verdict.

A brain-dead person will naturally no longer know the cold and heat, but in the late autumn of the central city, it is very cold, it is best to cover it with a blanket made of self-heating material.

The bong walked into the yard with a cigarette in his mouth. The morning air was dry and cold. He took a few deep breaths, as if he had taken a sip of mint cigarettes to refresh his mind.After walking around the yard for a few times, he found Chen Li in the Palace of Medicine King.

Chen Li was squatting at the foot of the King of Medicine smoking an e-cigarette with a straight face, like a vicious dog under the throne of the King of Medicine.He didn't know where to throw his coat. He only wore a black shirt with the hem tucked into his trousers, and a thin belt tied his strong waist.

"Zhu Qingyuan is right." Smoker thought to himself, he blew out the last puff of cigarette, and crushed the cigarette butt in the cigarette jar.

Chen Li looked at him with heavy eyes, seeming to be silently angry.

"I just checked his family situation with the Regional Asylum Administration. No matter what his family decides, you must not be angry, you understand?"

Chen Li said in a muffled voice, "Understood."

"Tired, let's go and eat something."

"I don't want to eat fast food." Chen Li didn't move.

"Be quick, I want to sleep for a while after eating"

"Old Yan, do you still remember?" Chen Li's voice was a little floaty, as if it came from far away, "He said, we will ring the death knell for this old era."

"Well, I remember," said Smoker.

"To ring the death knell for this old age..." Chen Li repeated, with a tone that seemed to be talking to himself.

"There's also the second half of the sentence that you don't know," Yan Qiang's face seemed to have a distant mountain mist that could span time, his voice was not loud, but what he said was like a wide-mouthed bell , Deafening.

"Throw yourself into the melting pot for the new era to come."

That means sacrifice, and there is no war without sacrifice.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Chen Li stood up, his waist was straight, as if he had never bent once, he returned to his usual calm, and turned back into the invincible person.

***

Why do people go to work when they are alive.

Typhoid looked at the pile of work on hand, and sighed expressionlessly.

He has been working continuously under the screen of the main brain for more than eight hours, and cervical spondylosis, shoulder inflammation and lumbar disc herniation are beckoning to him enthusiastically.He turned on the live broadcast software on his mobile phone, tuned to the channel of the novel live broadcast, and entered a room at random, and the crisp typing sound rang out.

He is used to listening to this kind of sound to work, at least it can relieve some irritability.Everyone has all kinds of little hobbies, which are very fixed and closely related to themselves, and can be completely irrelevant to others.

His hands are also typing on the projection keyboard that controls the layout. Different from the crisp sound in the live broadcast room, the keys of the military computer have a wonderful, sharp metallic sound, which is not pleasant to hear, as if they are being pulled all the time. The human nerves try to drive away the fatigue and sleepiness in the brain.

Typhoid yawned, and tears welled up in his eyes. He stood up, stretched his two thin arms, and moved his waist and legs left and right. His thin and small body was wrapped in fat clothes, and it was funny when he swayed.

Before he could do a full set of aerobics, he heard an enthusiastic voice coming from the door, "Little master, I'm here to deliver your meal!"

Typhoid turned his head and saw a face that seemed somewhat familiar but couldn't remember for a while. He didn't bother to spend his brain cells to remember who this foolish boy was. Asking if he didn't understand was his usual excellent style.

"Who are you?"

"You don't remember me? You just saw me a few days ago..." The boy twitched his lips and put the small tray in his hand on the table by the door. The dull and colorless face is even more dull.

"If there is no soup, bring it here." Shang Han said.

"okay."

The boy obviously had a familiar personality. He didn't leave immediately after putting down the plate, but dragged a track chair over, put his elbows on the back of the chair, and asked with a smile, "Can I watch?"

"Yes. You are also a member of RC... right?" Typhoid was suddenly a little uncertain.

"of course!"

"What's your name?" Typhoid stared at the main brain screen without squinting.He is not an arrogant character, but he is not good at dealing with the world.

"Count six, count six from one to six." The boy answered patiently.

"Oh." Shang Han responded, not commenting on this strange name.

"You are amazing. You can do so many things by yourself. Hey, how much money will I give you here? If your technology goes to an energy company, you will definitely be able to earn a lot of money." The boy lay lazily on the side, he always He likes to squint his eyes, which seems to be born with a sense of cuteness, which is easy to make people defenseless. This is an advantageous appearance in communication.

"Hmm." Typhoid was noncommittal.

The boy saw that he kept tapping the control panel with both hands, and the incomprehensible geometric model was changing every second on the huge display screen of the main brain, he asked a little cautiously, "Did I disturb you. "

Typhoid turned his head to look at him, his lips twitched a few times, and it took half a second before he made a sound, "It's okay, just stay here."

"Hey, that's great. I'm bored to death. Bailitong is on a business trip with Bishamon, and that shaman kid talks all day long and doesn't care about me. Ouch...I'm really bored to death." The boy looked lazy, but when he spoke, he crackled, like a series of cannonballs.

While making the model diagram, Shang Han sorted out the language information for counting six in his head, but unfortunately he listened to the words of this escaped boy as if he was listening to heavenly scriptures, "Who is Bailitong?"

"You don't know me, that's right, you don't remember my name, you forget things too much." The boy quickly found a reason for the typhoid fever, "Bailitong is the new girl, I will be with her I have been training for almost two years, and I only recently learned her name. Her surname is Baili. It is said to be a very old surname. Do you think she is also a witch, and she can make a pair with that shaman kid? Weird couple."

The corner of Shanghan's mouth twitched, which seemed to be a smile, "You can really say it."