When the smell of disinfectant entered his nose, Lu Chengyu was inserting the seventh suture needle into the flesh of the injured person in the car accident. The monitor made a tingling sound, much like the wail when his five-year-old coffee machine jammed.
"Director Lu, your blood pressure has dropped!" Nurse Xiao Zhang's voice cracked.
Without raising his eyelids, the needle holder in his hand was as steady as an old dog: "Adrenaline 1 mg intravenously, prepare for defibrillation." From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wavy lines spit out from the electrocardiogram, which looked like the abstract earthworms drawn by his daughter. I haven't slept for 48 hours, and now the blood in front of my eyes has started to have its own soft light filter.
The wounded man suddenly convulsed violently and clutched his wrist tightly. Lu Chengyu frowned and tried hard, but his fingertips hit the hard object rolling out of the other party's arms - it was a palm-sized bronze lump with a crooked spout, and a green rusty surface covered with a suspicious dark red, as if it had just been pulled out of an ancient tomb.
"This piece of shit..." The words got stuck in his throat. The cold body of the pot suddenly became as hot as a soldering iron, burning through the surgical gloves and burning into the flesh. The moment the severe pain exploded, he saw the star pattern lines on the pot come alive, blue light crawling up the blood vessels, and the screams of the monitor and the exclamations of his colleagues were all crushed into a hum.
My last thought is: If I had known better, I should have listened to the head nurse and applied for compulsory leave.
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When the feeling of suffocation pulled Lu Chengyu out of the chaos, he was swallowing water.
It was not the warm water in the hospital incubator, but ice water that smelled of rust and rotten water plants. It was so cold that his teeth chattered. I couldn't see anything in the darkness, only a dull pain in the back of my head...
