365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

Xia Yihan put Dr. Zhang on the toilet lid, she quickly put on the gloves, changed clothes with her, and followed her, shed her hair, covering most of her face, and then took off Dr. Zhang’s glasses. make it their own.

Xia Yihan first locked the bathroom door, then entered the cubicle, bolted it from the inside, and stepped on the wall-mounted drawers, supporting the door with both hands, turning it out, and landing smoothly. The whole process was done in one go.

She put on a mature female makeup specially this morning, coupled with abstinence glasses with black frames, and took a photo in the mirror, which had a fake effect.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she went up to the third floor. The inpatient department and the outpatient building were different. The two were in contrast. The former was the classroom during the afternoon nap, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor was clearly audible.

Xia Yihan touched the scalpel in his pocket, walked through the corridor, came to Dr. Zhang’s ward, found Gong Yanhua’s medical record, and walked to the special ward while watching. Get up and block the door of the ward.

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

Xia Yihan has medical masks piled on his chin, holding the file folder in his left hand, and putting his right hand in the pocket in front of the white coat. The gaze from behind the glasses is sharp and cold, and the whole person looks unkind.

"Yes, patrolling the house." She deliberately lowered her voice, with a clean ending, sounding a little impatient, and she didn't want to explain to the policewoman.

The policewoman looked behind her, and showed a business-like attitude, "Didn't the nurses come with me?"

Xia Yihan looked calm: "There was a debridement operation. The patient's response was too great. The nurse who worked with me went over to help."

The policewoman smiled politely: "I'm sorry, we need to make sure that when the victim is checked, two people are present at the same time."

Xia Yi looked up at the clock hung on the wall, her eyes swept across the policewoman's face, and she took out the professional indifference of seeing too many people "ill" every day, "Well, the operation is estimated to be over at 7 o'clock. , I will come again later."

After finishing speaking, Xia Yihan turned his toes and walked out without any muddles, with a kind of indifference of "You won't let me see, I'm not rare".

When passing by the nurses' station, she saw two nurses inputting information into the computer. She went down the first floor and saw several family members waiting in front of the operating room. A nurse pushed the cart and passed her, and Auntie Cleaning stared at the mop intently.

Keeping everyone's activities in mind, Xia Yihan reconfirmed the safe route and the blind spot outside the hospital to prepare for the escape after the incident.

She was like a ghost, drifting past everyone, silent under her feet, and light pace. No one noticed her on the way. When she saw her, she defaulted to a certain white-clothed worker.

Back at the office, on the computer, Xia Yihan called up all the records of Gong Yanhua since he was hospitalized, and scanned it carefully, and got a detailed understanding of her injury.

When she found an apple on the table, she took out the scalpel, turned the flower, and peeled off the skin of the apple. The red coat of the apple faded away in an instant, revealing the flesh. She did not eat it, and continued to "peel". The knife is smooth, and the pulp is extremely thin, almost transparent.

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

After finishing the warm-up preparation before carving, Xia Yihan took out the cotton, dipped alcohol on the knife body, put the knife in a transparent bag, and put it in the pocket of his clothes.

After touching the fish for a long time, she finally reached seven o'clock, and then she walked to the door of the special ward, holding the shelf of the ward.

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

"The operation is not over yet. I have to rush to record the course of the illness later. Let's go in with me. I will check the situation and you will be watching."

The female police hesitated, "This is not a question of the number of people, but we need to ensure that when checking the victim's situation, two medical personnel are required to be present."

This is a requirement of the previous sensitive period. The security staff will first check the identity of the doctor and nurse, and then ensure that the two medical staff are in the ward at the same time to prevent one of them from touching the victim, and using the hands and feet that only experts can see.

But now that the sensitive period has passed, the large troops are withdrawn, and the installation of security personnel is also a decoration. 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 as soon as possible.

Preventing the attending doctor from patrolling the room is not conducive to the patient's early discharge from the hospital.

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

After speaking, Xia Yihan was already facing outwards and hurriedly walked back.

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

"The patient developed postoperative heat absorption in the first two days, and we applied cold compresses to it. However, the patient has a special physique and has some disorders of the body's immune system. 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 from the glass opening on the door, and whispered to Xia Yihan, "Doctor Zhang, you can go in."

After that, she opened the door to the room, and Xia Yihan was not welcome, and swaggered into the ward. Now it was nightfall, and the blackout curtains blocked the outside lights. In the entire ward, only a star of light penetrated into the corridor was provided for the patients to rest. A perfect environment.

After the policewoman came in, she turned around and closed the door, tiptoeing, fearing that the patient would have a rest.

On the hospital bed, the victim lay silently, covered with a thick quilt, covering most of his face, and half of it was hidden in the darkness. When someone came in, she didn't wake up, and she slept quite seriously.

Xia Yihan stood with her back to the door and stood in front of the ECG monitor. He did not 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: "They all recognize it, otherwise they won't send me guard."

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

The policewoman stared at the undulating curve, looking seriously, when Xia Yihan's outstretched hand retracted, it was as swift as a snake, quickly went around her head, suddenly pinched her chin, turned her face to one side, and made her left hand. With the palm, he cut to the carotid sinus under the sternocleidomastoid muscle. The policewoman was too late to respond. She was already unconscious between the sparks and flints.

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

She raised her head to check the monitor, and her heartbeat was steady and normal, indicating that the victim was still in a coma or asleep and did not notice any movement in the room.

Xia Yihan turned on the light and saw everything in the room, including the victim's yellowed forehead on the bed and the messy hair of the wild grass.

Xia Yihan took out the scalpel, held it in his hand, and matched it with a white coat.

She touched the top of the quilt and opened it, revealing 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, pointed it at Xia Yihan's neck vein, and slapped it, then buckled the piston handle with his thumb, and quickly pushed the anesthetic in.

For a while, Xia Yihan’s eyes were shining brightly in the blue light, reflecting the wild face in front of her. After a while, her vision gradually blurred, and her strength slipped away from her body, leaving no trace of strength. The knife in her hand slipped and hit the floor tiles. There was a crisp sound.

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