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Chapter 154 God Appears

It was impossible to tell whether it was day or night in the theater, but in fact, the explosion occurred during the day.

At Gotham Hospital, the emergency room doctors were sipping coffee and chatting in the lobby. Gotham City was always bustling with patients during the day, so learning to take a break was essential. Furthermore, they occasionally had to work overnight or deal with lunatics and gang members, which was a significant hassle in itself. The sense of relief they felt at this moment was more like a short break from the grind than a leisurely pace.

The head nurse and attending physician were both veterans, so they were relaxed and relaxed. They took advantage of their downtime to chat and laugh, livening up the atmosphere. A few residents stood nearby, coffee in hand, but they hadn't been there long and still felt a bit uneasy about slacking off. Only with the guidance of the head nurse and attending physician did they finally relax a bit.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone in the nurses' station rang, and the head nurse left the laughing crowd and walked quickly to the landline.

"This is the emergency room—"

"This is the Gotham Police Department. The stand-up comedy show just exploded. Twenty-seven people are being taken to the hospital by ambulance. Please prepare the emergency room immediately!"

These words made the head nurse lose all her smile. She sighed silently. There would be another major emergency today.

She immediately looked at the clock beside her to confirm the current time, which was 6:21 in the morning.

Time was of the essence and there was no time to lose—so her next two questions were simple and direct.

"how long?"

"About five minutes."

"clear."

"Everyone, attention!" The head nurse, who had just hung up the phone, began shouting loudly, attracting the attention of everyone present: "There's been a massive explosion in the theater, 27 people are being taken to the hospital, get ready!"

The nurses immediately ran and consciously transferred the patients waiting for beds to the nursing ward; the maintenance personnel also immediately placed folding beds as temporary beds; the waiting area turned over the sign and showed the three big words "Triage" on the back.

"Old rules, we can't go home until this is over!"

"Call all the other staff on duty to help." The attending doctor immediately ran away. "It doesn't matter which department—they've all been involved in major emergency rescues. Just tell them that the theater was bombed."

The residents put down their coffee and breathed a sigh of relief. The atmosphere at this moment was the Gotham Hospital they were familiar with, with patients coming in an endless stream and lunatics wreaking havoc everywhere.

It's back, it's all back.

They took the initiative to find medical gloves and disposable isolation gowns, and everyone in the hospital moved in an orderly manner. Everyone was already familiar with this situation.

"Everyone who was brought in had trauma labels affixed to them, and the color divisions were noted."

"Green - minor injuries, yellow - need observation, red - immediate medical treatment, black -"

"Black people are near death and have been sent to the morgue." A resident doctor continued, "I don't know how many Black people there are this time."

Amidst everyone's discussion, the sound of an ambulance finally came from outside the hospital and the patients arrived.

The emergency medical technicians on the ambulance followed the patients into the hospital and were responsible for handing over the injuries. The man who was carried in first was ragged and bloody, looking quite miserable - but he had a green label, which made the doctors breathe a sigh of relief.

"Opening green is a good sign."

"Twenty-five years old, male—a police officer," the technician said. "He doesn't have any external injuries. He seems to have fallen asleep from overwork."

The head nurse gave the man a quick check and indeed saw nothing wrong with him.

"What good luck, send him to rest - next person, quickly."

The next person to be sent was a red person.

"There are wounds on the chest and back. Judging by the size of the wounds, they were caused by small-caliber bullets. The bleeding appears to be very heavy, but the vital signs are stable. Oh my God..." The attending doctor took a look and saw that the wound was located right on the heart. He asked, "Is the heart not damaged?"

"It's strange, it doesn't look like it, and his vital signs didn't continue to drop. I've never seen anything like that—by God, it looked like he'd been shot through the heart and then healed right back up from the inside out."

The attending doctor frowned. Although he was very confused, he didn't have time to think about it. "First aid immediately, next."

Then another red person was sent in.

"There are small injuries on the head, forehead and back of the head. They're bleeding and there seems to be brain matter. But the vital signs are stable - what the hell."

".First aid, next."

It was still red, and this time it seemed to be internal bleeding caused by the shock wave of the explosion, but miraculously there was no bleeding point.

"Why is it like this again?"

When Ma Zhaodi walked out of the hospital, it was already noon. His sensitive five senses allowed him to hear the conversation between the doctors in the hospital clearly.

"This is outrageous! Not only did that criminal plant a bomb, he also shot everyone. All the people sent in were red patients."

"All the patients are in the red, but their vital signs are stable." A resident doctor took over the conversation: "It's incredible, just like unlocking the health lock in a video game."

"Has anyone died so far?"

"No, not a single one. Except for those who were confirmed dead on the spot in the theater, all those who were sent here are still alive."

"Is this true? There are more than 20 seriously injured people."

"Fuck, stop chatting! Dr. Hank has a critically injured patient who's lost the ability to breathe on his own. He's mentally unstable, so he pulled out his own endotracheal tube. Now that the doctor has discovered him, he's starting a fight with them!"

"No, buddy? Listen to yourself. Are you talking about humans? A seriously injured patient suffering from lack of oxygen got into a fight with a doctor?"

Ma Zhaodi silently took out a pocky and put it in his mouth. He assured that his original intention was definitely not to watch such a spectacular scene.

But I really want to see, what to do.
Ma Zhaodi did not delay in the hospital and went directly to the police station to report.

"Sheriff Gordon."

"You can take a day off. There's no need to be so aggressive."

"It's all here."

Sheriff Gordon waved his hand. "Never mind. As long as he's alright, go ahead and report in. This afternoon, you'll be with them guarding the Riddler. Be careful, this guy is very clever. You're new here and you're not familiar with him, so don't try to interact with him yet. He'll easily fool you."

"Yes."

At this time, the TV in the hall began broadcasting the morning medical news. Gotham media was really fast.

"Early this morning, an explosion occurred at a stand-up comedy venue, involving dozens of comedians. Gotham Hospital is providing emergency treatment. God bless us, aside from a few who were confirmed dead on the scene, all the patients admitted were in critical condition, yet none died. This is a miracle, the twenty-seventh consecutive medical miracle!"

"What nonsense is he talking about?" Gordon shook his head after hearing the report.

"Is this a fucking miracle? Is this a manifestation of God?"

PS: The next chapter is coming soon

(End of this chapter)