Chapter 46

Zhu Qingyuan reacted quickly. He tied his pajamas tightly, put on his white coat, turned on the instrument, pushed Chen Li in front of the bed and examined the worker carefully.

"Three sets of plans. There are no other medical staff now. You have to help me." Zhu Qingyuan finished quickly.

Ordinary drugs have no effect on the worker. After taking a high-concentration and large-dose cardiotonic, the worker's heartbeat is still weak. His head has tilted to one side and his tongue has fallen out.

Zhu Qingyuan went to the electric shock board without hesitation. After three electric shocks, a smell of burnt skin and rotten flesh filled the room.

He glanced at the vital signs monitoring instrument. The worker's heartbeat was still weak at this moment, but with the help of the electronic pacemaker, it began to beat regularly. When his eyes moved to the next line of values, his hand stopped.

"It's brain dead. Do you still want to save him?" Zhu Qingyuan said calmly.

"How far is brain death from death?" Chen Li's voice was a little difficult.

"It's still a long way to go," Zhu Quyang turned the instrument to Chen Li, "but it's more painful than death."

"I can't make a decision for him."

"He has no way to decide his own life." Zhu Qingyuan put his hand on the electric pacemaker, hesitated, and turned up the value.

Chen Li was rarely at a loss. He looked ahead in a trance, but everything in front of him seemed to have completely disappeared from his eyes.

Brain death, this term he had only heard recently, was used on Chen Ming. The familiar feeling of the word was still stagnant in his brain. He felt that everything in his mind was mixed into a blurry and twisted ball.

"Besides, don't you do less to decide life and death for others?" Zhu Qingyuan laughed contemptuously.

Chen Li was stimulated by his words and suddenly woke up. His dark eyes stared at Zhu Qingyuan, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes. He said coldly, "I will go to his family and let them decide."

"His family only wants him to die. A brain-dead person can't make a penny." Zhu Qingyuan's voice was cold.

Chen Li almost instantly grasped Zhu Qingyuan's larynx. It only took him one second to crush the cartilage into pieces.

"Look, you're here to take my life so soon." Zhu Qingyuan was not afraid even though his throat was tightly grasped. He sneered.

Cigarette grabbed Chen Li and growled, "Stop it, are you a child?"

"This man is undoubtedly dead from overwork, coupled with depression, alcohol stimulation, and high intracranial pressure. How painful it must be for him to have these few hours. You might as well let him have his day."

Chen Li threw away the cigarette. He did not attack Zhu Qingyuan again, but turned and left the treatment room.

"He suddenly became very fragile. Did he finally realize that he was guilty?" Zhu Qingyuan smiled as he watched Chen Li leave.

His hand left the electric pacemaker and he looked at the vital signs monitoring instrument as if he was appreciating a world-famous painting. Perhaps for him, world-famous paintings are not as artistic as the electrocardiogram of a dying person.

"Human life is really tenacious. Even in such pain, he still wants to live..." He looked at those regular values ​​with approval in his eyes.

"What is your grudge against Chen Li?" Yan Qiang said bluntly.

"He should be the person I hate." Zhu Qingyuan smiled slightly.

"He is not the person you imagined. You should not impose your love and hatred on him," Yan Qiang said, "You don't know him. He has always been a... kind person. He will save you even."

"Tell him no need. I am a bad person and my fate is over. Besides, if I die because of him, he may also be in pain, so I will be happy."

"I am not in the mood to talk nonsense with you. I am leaving." Yan Qiang waved his hand. When he was about to reach the door, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

"Hey, he has a good figure. What do you think?" Zhu Qingyuan said suddenly.

Yan Qiang exhaled a puff of smoke and turned his head to look at Zhu Qingyuan, with doubts in his eyes.

"It turns out that I am the only one who has seen him without clothes." Zhu Qingyuan smiled badly.

"Forget it, or I'll dig your eyes out." After saying that, Yanqiang lifted his legs and left the treatment room.

"Hehe, you two dog lovers, you all say the same thing."

Zhu Qingyuan found a thin blanket from the cabinet and covered the worker with it, and left the treatment room. The machine will maintain the man's life instead of him, waiting for his family to make a judgment.

A brain-dead person naturally no longer knows the cold and the heat, but it's very cold in the late autumn of the central city, so it's best to cover him with a blanket made of self-heating material.

Yanqiang walked into the yard with a cigarette in his mouth. The air in the early morning was dry and cold. He took a few deep puffs, which refreshed his mind like a puff of mint cigarette. After walking around the yard a few times, he found Chen Li in the Medicine King Hall.

Chen Li was squatting at the foot of the Medicine King's golden body with a stern face, smoking an e-cigarette, like a vicious dog under the Medicine King's seat. He didn't know where his coat was thrown away. He was only wearing a black shirt with the hem tucked into his pants, and a thin leather belt tied around his strong and thin waist.

"Zhu Qingyuan is right." The smoker thought, he blew out the last puff of smoke and crushed the cigarette butt in the cigarette can.

Chen Li looked at him, his eyes heavy, as if he was silently angry.

"I just checked his family situation with the Regional Shelter Bureau. No matter what his family decides, you are not allowed to be angry, understand?"

Chen Li said in a muffled voice, "I understand."

"I'm tired, let's go and eat something."

"I don't want to eat fast food." Chen Li didn't move.

"Be quick, I want to sleep for a while after eating."

"Old smoke, do you remember?" Chen Li's voice was a little floating, as if it came from a far away place, "He said that we have to sound the death knell for this old era."

"Yeah, remember." The smoker said.

"Sound the death knell for this old era..." Chen Li repeated it again, his tone sounded like he was talking to himself.

"There is also the second half you don't know," the face of the smoker seemed to be covered with mist from distant mountains that could transcend time. His voice was not loud, but what he said sounded like a wide-mouthed bell, deafening.

"For the new era that is coming, throw yourself into the furnace."

That means sacrifice, there is no war without sacrifice.

"Nothing is impossible." Chen Li stood up, his back straight, as if he had never bent once, he regained his usual calmness, and became the invincible man again.

***

Why do people go to work when they are alive.

Shang Han looked at the increasing amount of work on hand and sighed expressionlessly.

He had been working continuously for more than eight hours under the screen of the main brain, and cervical spondylosis, shoulder inflammation and lumbar disc herniation were waving to him enthusiastically. He turned on the live broadcast software on his mobile phone, switched to the channel of novel live broadcast, and entered a room at random, and the crisp typing sound rang out.

He was used to working with this kind of sound, which at least relieved some irritability. Everyone has various little habits, which are very fixed, closely related to themselves, and can be completely unrelated to others.

His hands were also typing on the projection keyboard that controlled the layout. Unlike the crisp sound in the live broadcast room, the keys of the military computer had a strange, sharp metal sound, which was not pleasant, as if pulling people's nerves at all times, trying to drive away the fatigue and sleepiness in the brain.

Shang Han yawned, tears welled up in his eyes, he stood up, stretched his two thin arms, and moved his waist and legs left and right. His thin body was wrapped in fat clothes, and it was a bit funny when he swayed.

Before he finished the set of aerobics, he heard an enthusiastic voice coming from the door, "Little Master, I'm here to bring you food!"

Shang Han turned his head and saw a face that seemed familiar but he couldn't remember it for a while. He was too lazy to spend brain cells to recall who this sloppy boy was. It was his usual excellent style to ask if he didn't understand.

"Who are you?"

"You don't remember me? I just saw you a few days ago..." The boy curled his lips and put the small tray in his hand on the table by the door. His expression was particularly lively, which made the dull face of Han Han even more dull.

"If there is no soup, bring it here." Han Han said.

"Okay."

The boy was obviously a very friendly person. After putting down the plate, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he dragged a track chair over, propped his elbows on the back of the chair, and asked with a smile, "Can I watch it?"

"Yes. You are also a member of RC... right." Han Han suddenly felt a little uncertain.

"Of course!"

"What's your name?" Han Han stared at the main computer screen without looking away. He was not arrogant, but just not good at socializing.

"Count six, count from one to six." The boy answered patiently.

"Oh." Han Han responded without commenting on this strange name. "You are amazing. You can do so many things by yourself. Hehe, how much money is given to you here? If you go to an energy company with this technology, you will definitely make a lot of money." The boy lay lazily on the side. He always liked to squint his eyes. He seemed to be born with a sense of cuteness and simplicity, which made people unguarded. This is an advantageous appearance in communication.

"Yeah." Shanghan did not comment.

The boy saw that he kept tapping the control panel with both hands. On the huge display screen of the main brain, the incomprehensible geometric model was changing every second. He asked cautiously, "Did I disturb you?"

Shanghan turned his head and looked at him. His lips moved a few times. After half a second, he made a sound, "It's okay, you stay here."

"Hehe, that's great. I'm so bored. Baili Tong went on a business trip with Brother Bishamon. That shaman kid kept talking nonsense all day and didn't care about me. Oh... I'm really bored to death." The boy looked lazy, but he spoke like a series of cannons.

While making the model, Shanghan sorted out the language information of Shuliu in his mind. Unfortunately, he listened to the words of this lively boy as if he was listening to a foreign language. "Who is Baili Tong?"

"You don't know me, that's right, you don't remember my name, noble people tend to forget things," the boy quickly found an excuse for Shanghan, "Baili Tong is the new girl. I have trained with her for almost two years, and I only recently learned her name. Her surname is Baili, which is said to be a very old surname. Do you think she is also a witch, and she and that shaman boy can make a pair, a strange couple."

The corners of Shanghan's mouth twitched, and it seemed like a smile, "You are really good at talking."