Chapter 33 — After Doctor Diep Disappeared

He shielded between Diep Nam Sanh and Tham Moc Ngung.

“Nam Sanh.”

“Don't go.”

Diep Nam Sanh bowed his head to look at him. Then call the police.

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Chapter 19 The emergency room light turned on. When Co Han Chau was pushed inside, the blood on his shirt had soaked the ambulance stretcher. The nurse used scissors to cut off his shirt, revealing a ten centimeter long gash across his chest and abdomen.

“The amount of blood loss has exceeded 1500ml, blood pressure is still dropping.”

"Have you prepared type B blood yet? Hurry up."

The numbers on the heart rate monitor jumped slower and slower. Co Han Chau's consciousness sank into a dark space, his eyelids were so heavy that he could not open them. There was only one image left in his mind. Diep Nam Sanh walked past him. The sound of high heels stepping on the floor did not stop for half a step. She didn't even look down at him once. At the other end of the hallway, Tham Moc Ngung's shrill screams penetrated the entire floor. Two policemen clamped her arms on both sides, the No. 8 handcuffs tightened, making her wrists turn white.

"Diep Nam Sanh! You bastard! You won't die kindly!"

Tham Moc Ngung's hair is half messy, and the makeup on her face is smudged. She desperately leaned back, her heels dragging on the tile floor, making creepy sounds. The police comrade in front did not change expression, pushed her head down, and stuffed her into the back seat of the police car.

“Be quiet, if you continue to cause trouble, you will be charged with resisting public officials.”

The car door slammed shut, Tham Moc Ngung's cursing was trapped in the trunk. The police car drove away. In the emergency room, only the "whirring" sound of machines and the doctor's shouts remained.

“Heart rate has dropped to 30, prepare for electric shock.”

“Charger, 200 Joules.”

The defibrillator was pressed against his chest, Co Han Chau's body jumped. The electrocardiogram is a straight line.

“Do it again, 300 Joules.”

Bounced again. Still a straight line. The sweat on the chief surgeon's forehead dripped into the mask.

“Last time, 360 Joules.”

The moment the electric current entered, Co Han Chau's finger twitched slightly. On the electrocardiogram, waves jumped up again, although weak but still fluctuating. He's alive again. When I woke up it was four o'clock in the morning. In the hospital room, only one wall light was on, casting a dim yellow light on the ceiling. The smell of antiseptic entered my nose. Co Han Chau looked around, there were no flowers, no fruit in the room, and there was no one in the chair next to the bed. Empty. Everything is empty. He opened his mouth to call someone, the sound coming from his throat sounded like sandpaper rubbing against steel. A moment later, a nurse pushed the door open and walked in, holding a form in her hand.

“Are you awake?”

The nurse's tone was exactly like announcing to the bed next to her that it was time to change the medicine, without any unnecessary emotion mixed in.

“This is the cost list, take a look, resuscitation plus emergency care plus blood transfusion, total 143,000 yuan.”

Co Han Chau stared blankly at that piece of paper, his throat sliding up and down.

“Where is the person who brought me here?”

“Who?”

“A woman, wearing a black coat.”

The nurse flipped the notebook in her hand and shook her head.

“No one followed the car, the ambulance was driven by people Called on the way, the young lady named Jane, after answering the phone, left without paying the fare.

Co Han Chau's pupils shrank. Even the ambulance fee was not paid. She called a car, but didn't pay. This sentence lingered in his head countless times, each time was like rubbing salt into the newly stitched wound on his chest. He jumped up, yanked the IV tube off the back of his hand, drops of blood pouring out through the eye of the needle.