Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 458: The defibrillator doesn't work, go find the Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain who can discharge electricity
He Songling finally got into the ICU as he wished.

The orthopedic surgeon broke his bones due to an "improper operation". His condition was critical, so he naturally had to go to the ICU for treatment.

Of course, this was not Dr. Tom's original intention. Tom wanted to scare He Songling, but He Songling strongly requested that they break his bones, saying that this would help his recovery. The doctor was not happy about this, so he threatened to tell the finance department and have their wages deducted.

Those ordinary doctors don't have the background of Dean Tom. They come to the hospital to work to support their families. How can they handle it if the big boss says he wants to deduct their wages? At that time, he swung a hammer and hit He Songling's thigh.

Facts have proven that the professional skills of the orthopedic surgeons at the Nisheng Hospital are indeed excellent. When He Songling was unable to perform the Nisheng operation, they only took less than a hundred strokes to break his bones. The two orthopedic surgeons left on crutches and were almost exhausted.

Now they really believed what Dean Tom said, that this person was just pretending to be sick and looking for trouble.

"Master, Master?" He Songling's bed was pushed next to Tang Jiaren. He called out twice in a low voice, but found no response. He turned around and asked Tom, "Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"He was so badly injured, it's normal that he hasn't woken up. Do you think he's you?" Tom said in a low voice, "Shut up. The vitality of your so-called aliens is really strong. I estimate that he will wake up in two or three days. After another five days of observation, he can be discharged from the ICU."

"Then why did I come in so early?" He Songling was a little dumbfounded.

"Did I let you in?" Tom snorted coldly and turned away. "Just stay here and don't make any noise. Go to sleep if you have nothing to do. If you have any problems, pull the rope. There's a bell outside and our nurses can hear it."

"These stinking foreigners are so arrogant that they dare to give the boss a cold shoulder. If it were us, Old Zhong, you would have to toast me at least."

He Songling curled his lips. Now was not the time to argue about this. He couldn't argue with the other person anyway. After all, the other person was a miracle doctor.

He closed his eyes, and hid his Qi in his Dantian. His breathing, heartbeat, and blood circulation all dropped to the lowest level, and his vital signs seemed to have disappeared. He lay motionless on the ICU bed, looking extremely peaceful, as if the next stop would be the crematorium.

"Fuck, Dean, the boss is dead!"

After all, it was an ICU ward, and the main purpose was to observe him at any time. Although everyone had already determined that He Songling was looking for trouble, since he had already come in, he had to be observed equally.

It was just the time for regular rounds, and the observation was insignificant. However, when they looked at the screen of the electrocardiogram machine next to He Songling, they saw that his heartbeat had become a straight line, which frightened the head nurse and the resident doctor so much that they screamed in surprise.

"Don't make a noise. What are you yelling for? Haven't I told you that to be a doctor, you need to have steady hands and a calm mind, so that you can... oh shit!"

Doctor Tom rushed over following the sound and was about to reprimand his subordinate, but he ended up following his subordinate's finger and looking at the ECG screen. He was so frightened that he almost passed out.

"Quick, quick, prepare first aid, bring me the defibrillator!"

"Ah? Dean, if you really want to use it, that thing should just be considered as a concept..." A doctor behind him knew what Dr. Tom wanted.

Before the mustache started the war, Dr. Tom had exchanged and studied in Germany, and met a doctor named Baker, who was a top cardiac surgeon. He had envisioned a way to use alternating current electric shock to stop ventricular fibrillation.

But this idea is too dangerous, and there is no good way to control the voltage stably, so it has never been used. In fact, the first use of electric shock defibrillation in history was not until 1947, when Dr. Baker finally made up his mind to use this method in open-chest surgery. But Tom is different. He followed John and his group to do research on the combination of superhumans and ordinary medicine. He knew how terrible the physical fitness of these superhumans was. Just like that Tang Jiaren, a -year-old man, was so seriously injured that he would have died long ago due to blood loss, broken limbs, and suffocation.

But they can survive.

If a 73-year-old man can survive, He Songling, a strong young man in his 30s, should be able to survive even more.

"It's okay. People like them have strong vitality. I've wanted to try it for a long time."

Doctor Tom rolled up his sleeves and smiled like a Frankenstein's monster in a movie. "Forget it, the voltage of the defibrillator is not enough. Go to the inpatient area and get those Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain. If that doesn't work, let them do the defibrillation!"

John had the guts to ask for a slice of He Songling's body tissue for research. Doctor Tom, who was considered John's uncle in terms of seniority, took advantage of the time when Old Zhong Yiren was in the hospital to study all of their supernatural powers and found out that someone in Longhu Mountain had the ability to discharge electricity.

"Ah this..."

When Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi were pushed in urgently, what they saw was Dr. Tom with an evil smile on his face. He was holding an electric defibrillator with a scalpel next to him, and was about to send a phone call to congratulate Song Ling with an excited look on his face.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted hurriedly.

"Don't worry, Zhang. It'll be fine. This kind of thing won't cause much harm to the human body, let alone people like you." Dr. Tom patted his chest and assured, "I've done live experiments on sheep and pigs. It really works."

"I'm not questioning your treatment plan." Zhang Zhiwei has been exposed to Western magic and has studied it for many years. He now speaks fluent English. He was afraid that some professional terms would be difficult to explain to Dr. Tom in Chinese, so he said directly in English:

"What I mean is that he is just gathering his Qi and entering a state of sleep. He is not in danger of death. He is in the process of cultivation and cannot be disturbed. We can wait and observe."

In fact, Zhang Zhiwei estimated that since He Songling dared to enter this dormant state without telling anyone, it meant that he was not afraid of being disturbed. However, if this tortoise-like sleep was awakened, it would inevitably cause trouble. Since he was here, he might as well stop him.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't know that his kindness almost led to the death of He Songling.

He Songling, who was in a deep sleep, didn't know what was happening outside. He was in a state similar to the one he had when he was studying the secrets of the soul with the Dark Lord in Europe. It was just that he was forced into a deep sleep last time due to an accidental shock, but this time he took the initiative to enter a deep sleep and could be awakened at any time.

He Songling thought that his safety factor was not low. After all, he was in the ICU. Even if those doctors thought he was making trouble, they should check on him at least once every twelve hours, right?

Safe and sound!

He Songling immersed his mind into the Niwan Palace with full confidence to study his innate spirit.

(End of this chapter)