After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

Ever since Shen Li appeared, I feel that the whole world has become mysterious again.

I don't believe there are two people in the world who look so similar. I just can't figure out the reason behind this.

What happened during the five years I was in a coma? Was it Shen Li who sent me from Pingzhou to the capital for treatment? How did Shen Li become my husband? These questions one after another seemed to make my brain ache.

I was thinking so hard that my headache was about to break out when suddenly a tall figure walked in.

I looked up and saw a man wearing a white coat, a large white mask on his face, and a neatly cut crew cut. Isn't this Shen Mo?

I don't understand why Shen Mo suddenly came at this time. Shen Mo is the prince and he just holds a sinecure in the hospital. He would not show up unless there is a major case.

Knowing so much about Shen Mo is all thanks to Lu Wenting. No matter how big or small the matter is in the entire hospital, Lu Wenting knows it clearly. She is a real gossip.

I looked at Shen Mo in confusion, but since I wasn't able to speak clearly, I didn't plan to open my mouth.

Shen Mo looked at me, but there were emotions in his eyes that I couldn't understand.

He walked to my bed, pulled back my quilt, then reached out and picked me up and put me horizontally on the wheelchair beside the bed, and pushed me away without saying a word.

I thought Shen Mo was going to take me for a check-up, so I just sat in the wheelchair and kept silent.

Shen Mo is a taciturn person. Every time he helped me with an examination, he just looked at the data on the instrument silently and did not have much verbal communication with me.

This time he took me away without saying anything, and I didn't suspect anything wrong. But when he pushed me into the elevator and pressed the elevator button for the underground first floor, I realized belatedly that this person was not Shen Mo!

I quickly turned my head and asked with wide eyes: "You, who?"

The man said nothing, holding the handles of the wheelchair tightly with both hands. When the elevator made a "ding" sound, he pushed me and suddenly ran. I was so scared that my face turned pale, but I couldn't utter a word.

The man pushed me to a commercial vehicle, carried me and the wheelchair into the vehicle, put me on the empty seat, slammed the door shut, ran quickly to the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle shot out with a "boom".

It all happened so fast that when I came to my senses, the car had already reached the exit of the parking lot.

However, there were more than a dozen security guards gathered at the exit of the parking lot, all of them holding riot batons and watching our vehicle in full readiness.

The man driving the car saw the security guard waiting for him at the exit, and he suddenly turned the steering wheel. The car drifted on the spot. There was a terrible sound of friction as the tires slid across the ground, and my head hit the driver's seat hard, causing my eyes to go black and my ears to buzz.

The man driving the car shouted, "Hold it."

Damn it, if I could speak properly, I would have scolded him a long time ago.

I quickly reached out and held on to the driver's seat tightly. I still had to save my life and I would settle the score with him after I survived.

When the security guards saw our car was about to flee, someone immediately picked up the intercom and shouted, "The hostage-taker has fled by car from the east exit. Colleagues at the west exit, please step up your precautions."

However, the man driving the car did not drive to the west exit, but drove directly to the second floor below ground.

After reaching the second floor below ground, the man calmly carried me out of the car. This time he didn't even want the wheelchair.

The man carried me into the entrance of the hospital building, but he did not take the elevator. Instead, he carried me directly up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was the emergency department, and there were several empty beds in the lobby. The man put me on the bed and covered me with a quilt. Then he walked to an empty clinic, stole a nurse's cap and put it on, and then stole a doctor's stethoscope and hung it around his neck. Then he turned around and pushed my bed to take the elevator to the building.

This man was probably very familiar with this hospital. He directly pressed the elevator button for the first floor. After getting out of the elevator, he pushed the bed directly to the ambulance parking area and asked two front desk nurses to help push the bed.

With the help of two nurses, I was pushed into the ambulance along with my hospital bed.

The man told the nurse that he needed to be transferred to another hospital, and he took out a transfer certificate and waved it in front of the nurse. Both nurses believed it.

The man also said that there were not enough nurses in the department, so he asked the two nurses to help escort the baby.

When a patient needs to be transferred to another hospital urgently and the department nurse is not available, the nurse at the front desk is responsible for helping to escort the patient.

So the two nurses got into the car without any doubt.

The man knew that I had trouble speaking, so he let me stay with the two nurses while he went to the front to drive.

When the ambulance drove to the hospital gate, there were more than a dozen security guards guarding the gate. When they saw the ambulance coming, they did not open the door. Instead, someone came over to check.

The man handed over the transfer certificate, and the nurse opened the car window and said to the security guard, "The patient needs to be transferred urgently. Open the door quickly. Don't delay the transfer. It will be difficult to deal with if the patient's family members ask for it."

What the hospital fears most is family members causing trouble. The security guard took a look through the car window at me who was covered tightly inside the car, and found nothing unusual, so he opened the door and let me in.

In fact, when the security guard was checking, I could have lifted the quilt and asked for help, but I didn't do it because I found that the man driving the car looked like someone else.

Although he was wearing a mask, his voice, tone, and movements were exactly the same as that person!

I wanted to confirm whether he was the one, so I gave up the chance to ask for help.

After the car drove out of the hospital gate, it quickly drove into the traffic.

After the car drove for a long time, one of the nurses realized that the route was wrong.

She quickly opened the small window connected to the front of the car and shouted, "Master, isn't the patient being transferred to the First Hospital? Isn't this the way to the First Hospital?"

The man said without even turning his head: "The hospital just called and said that the patient's family wants to be transferred to the Third Hospital, so we are going to the Third Hospital now."

It is possible that family members would temporarily request to transfer the patient to another hospital, but this requires the hospital's approval. Now that the man said the hospital had agreed, the two nurses had nothing to say.

So the two nurses chatted with each other, while I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead without saying a word.

It was a long time before the ambulance stopped.

The two nurses opened the car door and were about to get out, but they were all dumbfounded.

It was pitch black outside the car, as if it was parked in the wilderness. How could there be any sign of a hospital?

The two nurses screamed in fear and backed away. When they retreated to the bed, they screamed again, then hugged each other tightly, trembling.

The man jumped onto the carriage, grabbed a nurse by the collar with one hand and pulled the two nurses off the carriage like they were carrying a chicken, and then shouted, "Hurry up and help lift the bed."

The two nurses dared not disobey. In this pitch-black wilderness, they didn't know where to escape. It was better to be obedient. There might be a glimmer of hope.