Quick Transmigration: Counterattack Male Protagonist System

Chapter 1 Death Surgery
"The upper pressure is 110, the lower pressure is 80, and the heart rate is 80. The blood donor is currently in good physical condition."

In the operating room, a senior nurse is doing the final physical examination on a young girl lying on the bed.

"Start the operation."

Following a deep male voice, the red indicator light hanging on the operating room door instantly lit up.

At this moment, in the closed operating room, a row of cold instruments surrounded two high operating tables.

A group of doctors and nurses in light green surgical uniforms surrounded the two sides of the high platform, and they focused all their eyes on the face of the chief surgeon.

The chief surgeon's face was covered by a white mask, revealing only a pair of black eyes like ink.There was no trace of weakness and gentleness in those black eyes, only the sharpness and indifference like a beast.It seems that whoever gets a glance from him will be as cold as ice falling to the bone.

And under the illumination of incandescent lights from all directions without dead ends, two young girls' faces on the operating platform below were reflected, one with picturesque brows but pale as paper, and the other with stunning beauty and rosy skin.

The only intersection between the two girls is that a hose flowing with red liquid is connected to their respective arms.What flows there is the blood that represents life.

The chief surgeon cut open the skin and muscle soft tissue of the pale girl's heart, and his calm and firm movements represented that the operation had officially begun.

It was only two hours after the operation.

The icy instrument changed its previous balance tone, and issued an alarm sound for the first time.

"Doctor, 1500 milliliters of blood has been taken, and the blood donor has entered a deep coma." The nurse looked at the blood transfusion tube connected to the two young girls with trembling eyes. This has greatly exceeded the warning line for drawing human blood, and then continued People will die.

The chief surgeon looked at the ventricle that was about to be successfully separated. If it stopped at this moment, all previous efforts would be wasted, and the person who underwent heart surgery would die on the operating table.This is an absolutely unacceptable consequence.

"Wipe the sweat." The chief surgeon gave the order coldly.

Judging from the meaning in his words, it is not difficult to guess that he does not want to stop the operation.

Impatiently, the nurse held the sweat towel and shook her hands to wipe off the doctor's sweat, and couldn't help but look back at the instrument display.

"Beep, beep, beep." The undulating line representing the life characteristics of the blood donor suddenly became hurried and irregular.

Immediately after experiencing several peaks and lows, it began to tend to a declining flat line.

"Doctor, all the vital signs of the blood donor have declined. Do you want to take emergency measures immediately?"

The nurse could no longer remain calm at this moment, she was almost reporting the situation of the blood donor with a trembling voice.

Oh my God, people are going to die, what should I do?
"Continue." The cold male voice was absolutely powerful, and the indifferent words shocked everyone present.

After the words fell, a tear fell across the corner of the blood donor's eye, and the electrocardiogram became completely straight in the next moment.

"doctor."

"doctor."

……

At three o'clock in the morning, after six hours of surgery, the red light on the door of the operating room finally went out.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the operating room opened, and the chief surgeon came out pushing a cart covered with a white cloth corpse.

"Failed?" A tall man standing outside the operating room stared blankly at the corpse covered in white cloth on the cart. His expression showed that at this moment, he had completely lost the courage to lift the white cloth.

"It's not her." The chief surgeon pushed away the tall man's hands holding the white cloth, speaking with a bit of impatience.

The long operation made him feel a little tired, but he still insisted on pushing the trolley loaded with corpses to the morgue.

Behind him another cart loaded with patients was pushed out by the nurse.

"Pity the weak." Came the tall man's exclamation from behind.

The previous cart had already arrived at the morgue of this special hospital.

Standing next to the cart, the chief surgeon took off the mask covering his mouth and nose, completely revealing a handsome face with sharp corners.

The white and bony fingers pinched a corner of the white cloth and lifted it away, revealing a pale and bloodless beautiful face.

Six hours ago, this stunningly beautiful and delicate face was originally rosy and healthy, but now it is showing a gray and lifeless look that only the dead can have.

Leng Lan looked at the dead girl for a long time, without saying a word in silence.He subconsciously reached out to get a cigarette in his pocket, but he didn't get anything. He forgot that he was still wearing a surgical gown, and there was no such thing in his pocket.

Looking down at the girl on the bed with cold eyes for the last time, she stretched out her hand to cover the white cloth that had been lifted, and Leng Lan turned and walked out resolutely.

Soon the morgue was plunged into darkness again.

Suddenly, a glimmering green light the size of a soybean floated in through the gap in the only window in the morgue.

Then, like a drunk driving, it wobbled and landed on the body of the girl covered in white cloth.

A green light flashed, and there was a burst of mechanical metal synthesis sound in the eerie morgue.

"Beep, beep. The system has been tested, and the host's soul is 99% compatible, so it can be fused."

(End of this chapter)