The last smell that Yuchi Goose smelled was too high a concentration of chlorine-containing disinfectant.
The shadowless light in the emergency room was like a never-tiring sun, causing the sweat beads on her forehead to slide down the edge of her mask. The monitor sounded a sharp alarm, and the old man in bed 7 had a third recurrence of ventricular fibrillation. The electrode pads of the defibrillator had just been coated with conductive paste. The moment she reached for the alcohol pad, her wrist was suddenly grasped by something.
