Private beauty care doctor

The moment I saw the sign, several plans flashed through my mind.

Pretending to be a doctor?Sneak it out for Marilyn?still……

This method obviously doesn't work. First of all, the probes all over the corridor are a flaw. If you pretend to be a doctor and turn around, they only need to adjust the monitoring, and things will go wrong.

Therefore, this can only be done with a clever stealing technique.

I passed by the doctor's duty room, took a hasty glance, and turned my gaze to the corridor again. Sure enough, as expected, there are probes in many places here.

I skim the duty room.

keep going...

Hey, this is the emergency room, the door is locked.

Probe...?Don't tell me, there really isn't one.

The rescue room is directly opposite to an elevator, and next to the elevator is a staircase for people to walk.

There is no hope for elevators. Almost every elevator has a camera monitoring, so what about the stairs?

No stairs down.

There is no monitoring near the stairs, and further down, there is a window halfway along the stairs. The window is not equipped with anti-theft, and there is a slow platform outside the window.

I walked to the window, stood up, took my mobile phone, pretended to send text messages, and looked out the window.

Outside, there is a long platform that circles the front building for half a circle. The width of the platform is about [-] meters, enough for two people to walk side by side.

This is the second floor, so go down.

I went downstairs, came to the yard, looked around, and saw that on the west side of the building, there was a fire safety passage, and on the west side of the building, there was a small green belt. PARKING LOT.

There are probes in the parking lot, this one is not safe.

So……

I pretended to be taking a walk, and came outside the green belt again, looking outside.

This is a wire nearly two meters high, and outside of it is a street.

The street looked deserted and there were not many people.

Observing the terrain here, I almost know it in my heart.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch, it was 15:33 in the afternoon.

I walked back to the parking lot, picked up the car, and got out of the way.

Drive outside.

I found another place, stopped the car, and began to draw what I saw, the floor plan of the ward, and the location of the monitoring probe points.

After drawing, I found that I only got the floor plan of the west side of the second floor.

east side...

Well, one more trip.

Parked nearby, then I walked to the hospital, up the east stairs, and walked again.

This time, I found the nurse's disposal room, and a public restroom.

The probe line of the nurse's treatment room, together with the signal lines of several other probes, is collected in the toilet, then goes along the toilet, passes through the floor, and enters the upstairs.

I observed it, and I knew it.

In addition, there is no probe installed on the stairs on the east side.

Similarly, on the second floor on the east side, there are also terraces and windows. I went over and opened the latch of the window.

I continued to go up. The building has five floors. When I reached the fourth floor, I could clearly see a probe stuck there.

The stairs above the fourth floor have probes, the rest do not.

Get it!

I left the hospital, drove around, and bought a small hydraulic shear in a large supermarket nearby.

Then I drove, first came to the outside of the green belt I observed before, I drove onto the side street, turned around three times, and found that there were no probes installed in the buildings near this street.

I know what I know.

Re-open the drawing, the position of each probe, and the direction and layout of the data lines.

Done and leave.

For the rest of the time, I first wandered around the neighborhood to familiarize myself with the surrounding terrain, roads, and exits, then filled up the car with gas, and then found a restaurant for a bite to eat.

Time is ticking by.

I waited until [-] o'clock in the evening, and then at the entrance of the hospital, I saw an ambulance entering.

ok!

start to act.

First, I drove the car to a small street outside the green belt, then parked the car, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and looked around. I took hydraulic shears and started cutting the wire fence.

After 10 minutes, a 1.5-meter-high human-shaped opening was cut out.

This, I specially designed it into a door shape, that is, the iron wire at one end is not cut, and it needs to be pushed hard to be completely pushed open.

Push it away, pull it back, and restore it to its original state.Sneaking into the hospital, I walked along the green belt and went around to the east side of the building.

On the east side, there is a door, but it is locked dead with a large chain.

And, above the door, there is a probe.I don't know how to go through the door. I need to climb up to a window sill on the first floor, then move on the window sill, go up to the fire exit, follow the passage, and go up to the slow platform on the second floor.

The latch of the window here has been opened by me.

I pushed open the window, rolled over and went in.

The stairs are directly facing the toilet, and there is no probe here.

I took a closer look and found that no one was paying attention, whoosh...hid in a pit in the men's bathroom.

It was odorless, quiet, and clean.

I wait patiently.

It lasted until two o'clock in the morning.

During this period, two people went to the women's restroom.

At two o'clock, I quietly left the bathroom.

Gently push the door.

Glanced down the corridor.

It was empty, and there was no one in sight.

He looked in the direction of Marilyn's ward again.

There was only one policeman, sitting there, not sure if he was asleep or fell asleep.

Take out the hydraulic scissors, bite them with your teeth, then jump up, grab the bathroom door, step on the lock, climb up, go around the head, take out the hydraulic scissors, aim at the data line of the probe, and click. ,

All broken!

ok!Now, the probe on this floor is scrapped.

As long as the security doesn't find out, I have a chance.

Can't care so much, I flash...

Come to the treatment room first.

There were two nurse girls inside, lying on the operating table, dozing off slightly.

In front of them, there was a console with an emergency communication device and a monitoring screen for critically ill patients.

This thing is very advanced.Basically, as long as there is a sudden change in the vital signs of a seriously ill patient, the console will sound an alarm, and the nurse will know immediately which patient in which room is about to die.

The nurses were very tired and slept soundly.

I quietly took another look inward.

Hey, there are nurse uniforms on the hanger.

I didn't care about so much anymore, I fled into the house and put on the nurse's uniform carefully.

Where's the hat?Hat... Yes, I found a hat on the desk in the nurse's lounge.

Putting it on her head, she took out a mask from the pocket of the nurse's uniform and put it on for herself.

Cleaned up.

I twisted my waist and quietly left the nurse's treatment room.

Then, he came straight to Marilyn's ward.

The American police officer, sitting on the bench opposite the ward, folded his arms, lowered his head, and dozed off.

Small grunts can be heard clearly.

I smiled and gently pushed open the door of Marilyn's ward.

The lights were off.

Marilyn was lying quietly on the bed, fast asleep!

I don't know if this guy has woken up.

How is your body recovering?

I approached carefully, reached out and tried her forehead, it was very cold, and her body temperature was normal, and I listened to her breathing again.

Yes, Not Bad.

Then, I lifted the quilt.

Uh……

Under the bleak moonlight, a snow-white and slender body was completely presented in front of me.

I was stunned.uh, this...

By the way, where is her injury?

I turned Marilyn's head slightly again.

I saw that there was a gun scratch on the back of the head, on the big neck, and the gun was very, very close to Marilyn's neck.

The gunshot wound is not very serious, it's kind of broken skin. Currently, only a large piece of gauze is used to treat it.

How could a person be in a coma?

I looked again at Marilyn's forehead, and at the left temple, I found a small gash that had scabbed over.

It is estimated that this wound is the culprit that caused her to lose consciousness.

I took off my mask and took a deep breath.He was about to raise his hand.

Marilyn opened her eyes.

She glanced at me.

Her eyes were extremely horrified, she opened her mouth, and she was about to scream!

I instinctively reached out to cover her mouth with my hand.

She stretched out her arms to block it!

I held her arm with both hands, and she opened her mouth, wanting to scream.

what……

The word ah, as soon as I uttered half a sound, I gritted my teeth, threw myself on her, and gave her the mouth.

Lips to lips, and, I still try my best to blow in.

Marilyn was angry and anxious, she twisted her body for a while, twisted twice, the girl stopped struggling, and stuck out her little tongue instead.

seduce?

I was startled, and I pushed out my tongue to fight back, but just halfway through the tongue, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. I quickly retracted my tongue, and then I felt Marilyn's two rows of small teeth click and bite empty.

so close!

Brother almost lost his tongue.

At this time, I didn't dare to let go, I just kept gesticulating outside the door with my hands.

Marilyn was a little startled, and gradually relaxed her arms.

I let go.

Marilyn grinned with a smirk, and murmured, "You nurse, you are so ugly."

I didn't speak, I just gave her a bitter look, and finally, I stretched out my hand.

Marilyn clapped her paws.

I pulled and felt bad again, and then I was about to undress and put Marilyn in a nurse's outfit.

Sudden.

There was a knocking sound outside the door.

someone is coming!

your sister.

I was so excited that I wanted to hide under the bed, but the bed was empty and there was no way to hide anyone.

cabinet?

Uncle, he is too young.

what to do? ,

In a crisis, Marilyn threw off the bed.

I understand.

Silently whoosh...

Get into her bed.

The quilt was very warm, the skin was slippery, and there was a faint smell mixed with disinfectant and body sweat.

Marilyn remained calm.

Grabbed my hands, meaning, let me be honest.

I leaned my head obediently against her chest.

In the darkness, I felt that as long as I opened my mouth, I could contain that soft thing.

But, I didn't move.

This is really not the time!

This kind of ambiguity is so terribly irritating, it's so irritating.

a long time.

There was no movement outside the door.

I turned over with a bang.

Then, he looked around, decisively took off his clothes, and threw it to Marilyn.

Niu'er put it on her body three or two times, and then, with her bare feet, she went down to the ground with me.

I looked out nervously.

Without paying attention, Marilyn stretched out her hand, took off the nurse's cap on my head, and put it on her own head.

This girl has an occupational disease?

If you don't work as a nurse for a day, you will die of discomfort?

I shook my head, reached forward, and stretched out my hand, just about to pull the door of the ward.

Suddenly, I heard, yawning.

I looked up,

Oh my God, the American policeman outside the door, he woke up!