Chapter 1

Holding a handful of water and patting it on his face, Zhou Ze slowly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, slightly haggard. As an emergency department doctor, this haggard seemed to be a standard.

"Doctor Zhou, a new patient will arrive soon. It seems that he fell from upstairs. I don't know if he committed suicide!" Nurse Wang Ya stood at the door of the men's room and shouted.

"I see. I'll come right away." Zhou Ze responded, then took out a paper towel to wipe the drops of water and began to walk out.

The ambulance soon drove into the hospital. On the stretcher was an old man in a gray Tang suit. The old man kept coughing. From time to time, blood foam and spleen organ fragments were coughed out, and his whole body was covered with blood stains.

Zhou Ze immediately ran over and observed the injured while pushing the stretcher truck. At the same time, he shouted to the person in front, "prepare the surgical instruments, quickly!"

The condition of the injured is very bad.

"I... i... don't want to die."

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Ze, who was nearest to him.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. We'll help you. You can't die."

Most critically ill patients will say this at this time. After all, there are a few people who can really calm down and face death. As a doctor, at this time, of course, it is not the time to analyze the condition with the injured and tell you how confident you are that you can survive. What the injured need at this time is psychological comfort.

"No... no... down... Down... Down... Down is really terrible..."

The old man suddenly grabbed Zhou Ze's wrist and looked at Zhou Ze seriously.

"You can stabilize your mood and relax. There will be no problem in your life." Although there was some pain in his wrist, Zhou Ze still didn't try to take it off.

"I don't want to... Don't want to go any further... They... They found me... I... they found me..."

"Hiss..." Zhou Ze suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his wrist.

"Doctor Zhou, your hand!" The little nurse nearby immediately shouted.

The old man's nails are very long, and for some reason, his nails are black, which is similar to amber transparent black, not like dirt gathering inside;

At this time, the old man's fingernails had been embedded in the flesh of Zhou Ze's wrist.

"I can't go down... I can't go down... I can't go down... Haha... Cough..."

The old man suddenly straightened up and coughed violently. Then, his body trembled, and the hand that originally held Zhou Ze fell off, and the whole person lost movement.

"Prepare for rescue!" Zhou Ze shouted.

The old man was pushed into the emergency room, and doctors and nurses began to rescue him. At the same time, the electric shock device was also prepared.

"Doctor Zhou, let me help you with your wound." Wang Ya came over at this time.

As doctors, they don't actually worry about this flesh injury. Their biggest worry is that if the old man has other diseases, it is likely to put the doctor in a dangerous situation of occupational exposure. After all, the old man just has a lot of blood on his hands, and no one knows whether he has any infectious diseases.

Some diseases, a little infected, may be ruined for a lifetime.

After the wound was bandaged, another doctor came out of the emergency room and shook his head at Zhou Ze.

This means that no one was saved.

Everyone's mood is a little lost, but for them, this kind of thing has been used to, and will soon adjust.

"Doctor Zhou, have a check-up." Wang Ya suggested.

"No, I have something to do tonight." Zhou Ze shook his head, walked directly to the dressing room, changed his clothes, and then walked to the hospital parking lot and drove away.

As soon as the car reached the lower part of Jianghai Avenue viaduct, Zhou Ze's mobile phone rang.

"Hello, this is Zhou Ze."

"Doctor Zhou, the children are waiting for you."

"Sorry, principal Wu, a patient has been delayed. I'll go there right now and ask the children to wait for me a little longer."

"Good, good." The phone was hung up quickly over there.

Zhou Ze looked at the time again. It was already 8:30 p.m. and the children in the orphanage usually went to bed early.

The red light changed to green, and Zhou Ze stepped on the accelerator and drove over.

"Toot!!!!!!!"

At this time,

A heavy truck ran the red light and drove over. Zhou Ze only had time to turn his head and look at the dazzling high beam outside the window,

Immediately,

"Bang!"

the sky and earth were spinning round,

In front of the heavy truck, the car was like a fragile white paper, which was directly hit and flew out. After rolling in the air for several times, it fell to the ground.

…………

"Well..."

Zhou Ze woke up,

He found that his body could not move at all, as if it were stuck.

At the same time, he couldn't open his eyes. He knew he had a car accident. It was a serious accident. Out of professionalism, he wanted to check his injury now, but he couldn't move.

Around, there were sounds of other vehicles passing by from time to time, as well as various Lama sounds.

Am I still at the scene of the accident,

Am I still in the car?

Zhou Ze thought in his heart.

Soon,

The sound of police sirens and fire engines came,

Finally, the ambulance whistle that made Zhou Ze feel friendly came.

Zhou Ze sensed that his body was being moved, and the temperature nearby was slightly higher. He should be cutting his car to rescue himself.

Zhou Ze has participated in many rescue activities and is clear about some procedures.

Unfortunately, the cake in my trunk and the International Children's Day Party of the children in the orphanage can only be ruined.

"Doctor Zhou!"

The familiar call.

It should be Doctor Chen in the hospital.

Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At least, he saved his life. For the time being, it was a disaster.

There were also the voices of several nurses nearby. Zhou Ze couldn't hear clearly because it was too noisy nearby.

But next, Dr. Chen's words suddenly plunged Zhou Ze's heart to the bottom!

"Doctor Zhou lost his vital signs."

no

I'm not dead!

I'm not dead!

I'm not dead!!

Zhou Ze shouted desperately in his heart!

He's not dead, he's conscious, he's not dead!

Next, Zhou Ze sensed that someone was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation. He felt the heavy squeeze again and again, but he couldn't open his eyes or talk.

He's not dead,

He hopes they will find out that he is not dead soon!

But after a busy trip,

Zhou Ze heard several nurses he knew crying,

Doctor Chen punched the door nearby, looking very sad.

Hello!

Don't give up!

Never give up!

I'm not dead!

I should be pretending to be dead now,

Too much blood loss?

Seriously injured?

But I'm really not dead!

I should still breathe, I should still have a heartbeat!

Zhou Ze roared madly in the bottom of his heart.

But then he sensed that he had been carried on a stretcher and should have been sent to an ambulance.

Then came the sound of the ambulance.

The nurses in the carriage are still crying.

But the cry was particularly harsh in Zhou Ze's ears,

He's not dead yet,

What are you crying about!

Why cry!

Look at me again,

Look at me again,

Check again,

I'm not dead!

The ambulance stopped,

Then, Zhou Ze heard the words of the hospital leaders:

"Xiao Zhou's people are gone?"

"The car accident was very serious. Dr. Zhou was injured excessively and lost too much blood. He has been confirmed dead."

"Really? People are so gone?" Another vice president still doesn't believe it.

"Xiao Zhou left." This is the voice of a department director, "I just checked it again."

I'm not dead!

You quack!

I'm not dead!

You bastards!

Asshole!

Zhou Ze kept abusing in his heart. At this moment, the people around him are no longer his colleagues, nor his friends, nor his leaders and elders,

They actually thought they were dead,

But can the dead still hear and perceive?

I'm not dead!

You bastards,

Beast,

I'm not dead!

Help me!

Help me!

The stretcher car began to push, and it was quiet all around, and the temperature was gradually decreasing.

"Xiaoya, don't be too sad. The dean said that there would be a memorial service for Dr. Zhou in the hospital tomorrow."

"Sister Suqin, I just can't believe it. Alone, it's gone. Dr. Zhou is such a good person. Why is it gone like this?"

"If there are unforeseen circumstances and misfortunes, it's good to be open-minded."

The two nurses said this and left.

all around,

Empty,

That sombre coolness,

Is so clear.

Zhou Ze kept struggling and trying to resist. He wanted to wake up. He was eager to make his own voice.

But now he feels like a ghost pressing the bed. Despite his continuous efforts, his body is no longer under his control.

final,

He gave up in some despair,

He is tired,

Also tired,

He knows where he is now,

In the hospital,

mortuary.

………………

When Zhou Ze "woke up" again, he felt a faint coolness on his face, and the tingling feeling was also very clear.

"Is the makeup ready?" Someone asked nearby.

"Don't worry, wait a minute, he was hit like this. How can he make up so fast?"

"The hospital is urging him, and he will be sent to the mourning meeting right away."

"Why don't you come?"

The undertaker seems a little angry and works harder when making up. Of course, the clients they face are dead people. The dead naturally won't say it hurts, and they don't have to worry about receiving complaints. They just need to let the living see the results.

Zhou Ze has no strength to struggle,

He just stayed quiet,

Bearing the tingling sensation of the makeup pen constantly pressing down on his face,

Finally,

Makeup is over.

"All right, call them in. Our work is over."

Zhou Ze felt that he was being changed. Immediately, he was pushed out, and the nurse of the hospital carried him to a soft and cramped space.

This,

It should be an ice coffin.

Then, all the noise around was instantly isolated,

The lid should be covered.

shake,

Shake,

Bumpy

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Ze finally heard the sound again, and the lid of the ice coffin should be opened.

To the ear,

It's sad and happy.

The Dean was speaking with a microphone. He was praising himself and regretting himself,

Then there are vice presidents and directors.

Around,

From time to time, there is the sound of footsteps,

Someone just walked over quietly and looked at himself for the last time,

Some people also tried to shout to themselves, with a cry,

This is looking at the remains.

Look,

My face!

I'm not dead,

I'm really not dead,

I'm not dead!

Not dead!

Zhou Ze wailed in the bottom of his heart,

He began to try again,

But there is still no way,

He can only hear and feel it,

But I can't speak,

I can't open my eyes,

Everyone believed that he was dead,

But he himself knew,

He's not dead yet!

The children of the orphanage also came, crying beside him.

They cried very sincerely, because Zhou Ze himself was also a child who came out of the orphanage. Therefore, after working, most of his salary was donated to the orphanage. This accident was also due to driving back to the orphanage at night to accompany the children on International Children's Day.

"Xiao Zhou, go safely. This time, you have an accident on business. You have no family, but your compensation will be given to the orphanage by the hospital. Don't worry." The vice president stood beside Zhou Ze and said.

Then,

Zhou Ze felt that he was isolated again, and the lid of the ice coffin should be closed again.

Then there was another bump,

Finally, he stopped.

The ice coffin lid was opened again,

It's a little quiet around. I hear voices occasionally, but it's not noisy.

Two people, one holding his shoulder and the other holding his legs, lifted himself up and put him on another cold shelf, like a steel plate.

These two people are very skilled, very skilled.

There was a faint cry around.

Zhou Ze didn't know where he came from at first,

But at this point,

He suddenly understood,

Son of a bitch!

They sent themselves to the crematorium!

They're going to burn themselves!

I'm not dead, bastards!

Fuck your ancestors!

I'm not dead!

Not dead yet!

Don't cremate me,

Don't cremate me!

I'm really not dead yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You bastards,

Bastard!

Son of a bitch!!!!!

This time, Zhou Ze was the craziest and the craziest,

He knows,

Once you're cremated,

Then there is no room at all!

He will face death directly!

End completely!

He is not reconciled, he is really not reconciled, he is not yet 30 years old, he has not married, he has no children, he still has life, he still has a long way to go!

"Mom, I just saw this uncle's hand." A little girl's timid voice sounded nearby.

"Pa!" A small mouth fanned.

"Don't talk nonsense. Wait until I get back to you." The girl's mother scolded.

Zhou Ze was desperate,

Because no matter how hard he struggles,

How to roar in the bottom of my heart,

No one outside can feel it.

He was put on the conveyor belt,

The machine starts,

He is being pushed forward,

He knew what he was going to face,

Therefore, he was extremely afraid!

no

no

no

I'm not dead, I'm really not dead!

Don't burn me!

Don't burn me!

No one can hear his call,

They are only responsible for sadness,

Only responsible for sadness,

Only responsible for completing this process,

Then go home for dinner and continue tomorrow.

Finally,

Zhou Ze felt that he seemed to be pushed into a narrow place full of oil residue,

Then,

Sticky liquid sprayed on him,

He knows what it is,

It's gasoline,

Then,

"Zizi..."

Hot!

Very hot!

they hurt,

Intense burning pain!

Fire,

Fire,

conflagration,

There is fire everywhere