Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 461 Electric Roast He Songling

"It shouldn't be like this. With my current strength, how can I still have trouble breathing?"

He Songling couldn't transform his whole body into Qi now, so he subconsciously wanted to learn from Tang Jiaren and cast a head-soaking spell on himself. But he suddenly found that he couldn't directly control the inner scene in reality during the process of introspection.

"That's not right." Thinking of this, He Songling suddenly realized something: "I have been practicing for a long time, why hasn't anyone come to call me? Oh my god..."

He Songling counted the time while looking inward and found that about five days had passed.

This was normal. Compared to his previous seclusion of several years, this was considered short. The problem was that the state he entered this time was a tortoise-like sleep. If it weren't for the use of sophisticated instruments, he would be almost a dead person under human perception.

Breathing, heartbeat, and blood circulation almost all stopped.

Even if he is an extraordinary person, he can't bear such suffocation.

"Damn Dr. Tom, you want to take revenge on me, right?"

He Songling cursed while practicing his destiny skills. In order to detect the changes in his innate soul, he entered the kind of deep sleep of spirit and body that he entered after studying the secrets of the soul with the Dark Lord in Europe.

He was able to survive for several years in Europe because Taber used potions and magic to maintain his vital signs, but now, apparently no one cared about him.

He Songling felt that the feeling of drowning and suffocation was getting worse. At first, it was just like drowning in the deep water of a swimming pool, where you could move by paddling with your limbs and expose your head to breathe. Now it has evolved into being driven into a concrete pile and thrown into the deep sea at least one or two kilometers below.

If he doesn't get out of this state quickly, he will really die here.

He Songling used his destiny Qi to try to wake himself up. Although he couldn't enter the third and fourth levels, he could still make white smoke continuously come out of his body when he reached that level.

Soon, white smoke filled half of the ICU ward.

A nurse on rounds saw this unusual situation and immediately shouted "Ao Lao", alerting all the medical staff in the hospital.

"What's going on?" Doctor Tom came over with a dark face. In those days, medicine was still relatively barbaric and was on the way to becoming a scientific institution. The first principle he taught these people was that they should not be afraid of death or blood, and should not panic no matter what happened, but should remain stable.

Ordinary people can panic, even internal medicine doctors can panic, but for us surgeons, if we panic and our hands shake, it could mean the difference between life and death.

"He, he, he..." The young nurse pointed at the ICU and shouted, "Mr. He seems to be dead!"

"What do you mean dead? Didn't the Taoist priest Zhang from Mount Longhu say that this is their condition... Oh my god!"

When Dr. Tom looked inside, he was also frightened.

"Is he dead? Isn't it on fire? Hurry up and find a fire extinguisher!" Dr. Tom yelled.

"It's not the dean. We've checked it out. It's coming from Mr. He. And his condition is very strange. His body is reacting very strongly, but his heartbeat doesn't change much on the ECG monitor. I don't understand what's going on."

The head nurse of the ICU said, "The Taoist priests said that this was a special condition for people like him, so we didn't dare to use any emergency measures. But now... we are wondering whether we should wake him up." Doctor Tom bravely walked into the white fog, carefully looked at the ECG monitor, opened his eyelids and shone a flashlight on He Songling's pupils, gritted his teeth and said, "Call him, hurry up. Give him oxygen first, then push adrenaline, and also prepare for electric shock."

Dr. Tom didn't care what condition these weirdos were in, but according to his calculations, He Songling was definitely about to die. If they didn't save him, they would really be able to achieve the goal of letting their boss die in their own hospital.

This is what he doesn't want to see.

Although Dr. Tom and He Songling did not have a deep friendship, as a scientist, his annual research funding was provided by the Nisheng Group. They never bargained, gave whatever they wanted, and did not require any results.

They are not capitalists, they are living Buddhas! No, they are living Gods! Even if two people in their team have won the Nobel Prize, they would not be treated like this in other companies.

Dr. Tom must not let such a good man die. Who knows if He Songling died, the people who took over the Nisheng Group would still support their scientific research work so much.

Sure enough, after using oxygen, He Songling's condition improved a lot. With the push of adrenaline, He Songling even felt that he had the strength to circulate his Qi.

Just as I was about to jump out and open my eyes, suddenly a rapid electric current surged.

"Fuck!"

Then the ICU ward was filled with the aroma of meat.

"Oh, this..." Doctor Tom looked at He Songling's muscles under the electric shock device awkwardly, and said awkwardly: "It's the first time, the first time, I didn't control the current well, and I got electrocuted. Don't tell anyone! Don't let the boss know, otherwise he will have to stop this research for me!"

"I already know!" He Songling opened his eyelids with difficulty, and uttered a tiny sound through his mouth. He had no choice, he was afraid that if he didn't get out of the state of suspended animation, he would have to ask Dr. Tom to make him into a roasted chicken.

"Tom, what grudge do I have against you? Do you want to murder the boss?"

"No, well, let me explain." Dr. Tom, who has absolute authority in his field and is unquestionable, felt guilty at this moment and explained, "This is a method I learned from the Germans. It can defibrillate the heart and wake up patients with cardiac arrest. Isn't it very mature..."

"You are immature here, but I am mature."

He Songling didn't know what to say. Before he traveled through time, people said that Chinese medicine was unscientific, barbaric and backward, but Western medicine in its early stages was much more barbaric than Chinese medicine!

It had been three hundred years since the end of the Black Death in the Middle Ages. He still thought that Western medicine had long passed the era of solving problems by bloodletting, and chopping off heads for headaches and feet for foot pains. Especially since his company had invented antibiotics and produced two Nobel Prize winners, it must be very scientific, right?
Then Tom gave him this.

It's okay that he used something that hasn't been clinically tested on patients, but was he directly using 220-volt AC electricity to shock his own chest?

This is all my fault. If it were an ordinary person, he would have matured earlier.

"Don't explain this yet." He Songling interrupted Dr. Tom who was still trying to explain and asked, "Let me ask you, I was in shock for so many days, why didn't anyone wake me up?"

(End of this chapter)