between men

When Danny ran to the supermarket, he had already taken a basket and frantically took the goods off the shelves, like crazy, Danny was not sure if he should stop him, because he obviously didn't know the clutch at this time Where.

"James—"

"Don't talk tome—" James said quickly, and he pulled four or five cans of croaker off the shelf.

"He's alive, okay?" Danny said from one side, and James walked around to the other side of the shelf.

"It's not you who's lying in the hospital right now, and it's not you who's going to talk to anyone, but—stop, James, shopping won't wake him up right away, and I'm sure he'll die right away if he knows you're like this— -uh-huh--"

James turned suddenly and grabbed Danny by the collar and threw him to the side shelf.

"Don't talk to me about ideas, Pete," he gasped. "If he dies, I won't go with him, but I'll take all the people who don't like me with him, and I'm sure you're one of them." bit."

He said that "you" very seriously, and Danny was a little scared. James let go of him and continued to load things into the basket. After a moment of danny, Danny rushed up to hold his shoulder.

"Even if you kill me right now, I'll still say - he's alive, in the hospital with the highest death rate. If he wakes up, you should be the first to know, and if he's dead, you should be the first too Who knows, so don't buy some fucking snacks here that you don't even eat! You're wasting-oh-I-not-I-hug-sorry...”

After James glared at him, he ignored him and walked back with the basket in his hand. When he came to the cashier, the cashier was startled by his full basket.

"Just wait for a while, it will be fine soon..."

The cashier was obviously frightened by James' eyes. She calculated the total price as quickly as possible. James stuffed 57 items into the basket, totaling more than 300 yuan.

"You pay for me," he said to Danny, and then he picked up the shopping bag and left. Danny patted his head in frustration, took out his wallet, and threw three hundred pounds to the cashier.

"No need to look for it," he ran out quickly, because he saw that the cashier was looking up how much RMB was equal to 1 British pound.

James is gone, but I saw him running back to his car, I can't tell Danny about that, so now I just hope he has enough brains to remember to find James in that SUV .

I saw Danny walking directly through the parking lot and entering the hospital, and James’ eyes followed him all the time, so I was surprised, wouldn’t Danny’s back get hairy when James stared at him with that vicious gaze…

I was sitting next to James watching him, and I saw him slowly unpacking a bag of potato chips, and then staring straight ahead, as if someone was in front of him - he stuffed the potato chips up his nose.

"You can't do this," I said to him, "the nose can't eat anything, and you either need to sleep, or it's easy to get into trouble—"

"Can you see?" he said suddenly through the front window, and I thought he was talking to me, and then I remembered he didn't even know I was here.

"Can you see?" he repeated, "I told you not to go out, I—no—" he denied himself, "—no, I didn't tell you not to go out—why didn't I Told you not to go out—why didn't I say a word, because—"

He quickly tossed the chips into his mouth so he couldn't make any sound.Soon, the bag of potato chips was eaten by him, and he immediately opened a bag of potato chips.

I got out of the car, and as much as I wanted to be with him, I could see him shivering - I let the temperature cool down.Immediately after I left the parking lot and floated toward the hospital, Mrs. Rachel's group was still sitting in the hallway, and two of them had fallen asleep in their chairs.

At this moment, the door of the emergency room was pushed open, and a doctor came out in a hurry.

Mrs. Rachel hurried forward: "What's wrong with him?"

The doctor shook his head, "We just tried to resuscitate him, but—he obviously has a serious problem with his internal organs, so we need you to provide some of his medical records, so that we can understand what kind of injuries he has suffered before."

"He took morphine by mouth," Mrs. Rachel said quickly, "in a cocktail, probably not in large doses, because he didn't feel anything when he drank it, and he had two—that's all I knew. so much."

The doctor nodded, and then he asked, "Did he do drugs or drink?"

"He didn't do drugs - I'm sure he hadn't even had a beer before that."

Mrs. Rachel finished speaking in one breath, the doctor nodded and walked back, I followed the doctor into the emergency room.

They inserted a lot of tubes in my body, and I felt uncomfortable, so I had to go to the instrument again to have a look, and found that the heart beat was still irregular, and there was no sign of increasing the frequency.

"Give him an anesthetic," said the doctor, and picked up the scalpel at the same time. I didn't leave this time, and just watched quietly from the side.

At this moment, all the nearby instruments issued warning sounds, and the doctor suddenly raised his head: "What's going on?"

A person hurriedly ran over from the side, "He is allergic to anesthesia, he can't accept so much, he—"

"It's impossible!" The doctor yelled, he had not cut it with the scalpel, "There was no sign before that he was allergic to anesthetics, there is a problem!"

All the doctors and nurses stopped talking. I didn't quite understand what anesthesia allergy meant at the time, but from their eyes, death seemed to be imminent.

"Give it up," the doctor sighed after a while, "the child died hours ago."

The instrument that displayed the heartbeat gradually stopped, and the number slowly dropped from more than 20——I died.

It's like seeing a leaf fall from a tree and I die, and I'm in an emergency room like this, and I'm watching myself die with no thoughts, no crying, no anger, no rejection , I am calm as if walking on the street.

"Death can only be declared after 7 minutes of cardiac arrest. Shall we rescue him?" An intern raised his head and said, the doctor glanced at her and said, "Try it, nothing can stop the fact that he is allergic to anesthetics. If you want to do it, you can try it."

The intern walked forward tremblingly. The doctor gave her a scalpel, and she cut along my chest, exposing my stopped beating heart.

"Gently hold the heart with your hand," the doctor reminded, "and then press it rhythmically and not too hard, just like pressing a water bag that is easy to break."

The intern did it very seriously, and I couldn't help admiring her. If I had been holding a heart, I would have vomited it long ago, but she was still smiling, holding the heart with both hands at the same frequency.

"You are very brave, girl," I said when I walked to her side, she shivered suddenly, and then pressed her hand hard, she immediately stopped moving, and slowly turned her head to the doctor.

"What's wrong?" the doctor asked, looking up.

At this moment, the instrument next to it rang again, and everyone paused, and then looked at the heart in the girl's hand in disbelief——

It jumped slowly.

"Quick—" the doctor yelled, "This guy is alive! Let's quickly find out the cause of the damage to his internal organs. Since his chest has been cut open, his heart will beat again... the hope of survival Also less than before."

The intern lowered her head, the doctor patted her on the shoulder and then walked to the hospital bed, a large group of them surrounded there, I didn't want to go and watch, they found out the problem after a few minutes——

"There's nothing wrong with it," a doctor raised his head, his expression obviously a little surprised, "it's impossible, the instrument clearly shows that there is something wrong with his internal organs, it's not—it's impossible! Could it be that his organs are self-destructing in the past few minutes?" Repaired?"

"Sew him up," another doctor said. "His breathing has stabilized, and his heartbeat is gradually recovering. He can't die. We have to admit that some people here are really poor."

Wait - I float forward, I can't die?So what's the matter with me now?I'm still here, I can still see myself, I haven't gone back yet!

But the doctors sewed me up and after 10 minutes they pushed me out and Mrs. Rachel got up from her chair hastily.

"He's fine," said the intern, "as long as he wakes up."

Mrs. Rachel hugged her hard, and then she ran to the side to wake up the sleeping people and let them go home to sleep, and Danny was also woken up by her.

"Where's James?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Isn't he back yet?"

Just after asking Mrs. Rachel's cell phone rang, she picked up the cell phone and walked aside to listen, then her body was startled suddenly, "What—"

Danny hurried over, and Mrs. Rachel hung up the phone.

"James hit a guy."

She looked Danny in the eyes and said.

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what? !

I asked this question almost at the same time as Danny, James has no reason to bump into someone,