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At this time, someone from outside the ward was knocking on the door hurriedly.

"Miss Luo!"

"Miss Luo!"

Seeing that no one responded, the guard who came with the nurse on duty immediately began to hit the door.

On the third hit, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and the two guards had no time to regain their momentum, and they staggered forward and almost fell.

The shorter guard turned anger into anger. He turned his head and stared at the ‘gangster’ standing at the door, and shouted: "Who are you?!"

Before he could answer, the nurse on duty suddenly screamed and pointed at the blood-stained scissors on the floor: "Hurry up and grab him!"

Entering the room is not a small courage!

The two guards immediately stepped forward to get people.

Jiang Zhi was still standing at the door, without taking a step back. He kicked on the shoulder of the guard in front. He used a lot of strength. He kicked the person and hit the one behind and fell to the ground together.

It's so **** nonsense.

He turned around and left.

Behind, the two guards immediately got up and chased people.

Only Luo Qinghe and the nurse on duty were left in the ward. The nurse saw that Luo Qinghe had fallen to the ground with blood on his back and was frightened.

"Miss Luo."

"Miss Luo."

The person was in a coma and couldn't wake up. The nurse on duty shouted in the ward: "Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng!"

The Fifth People's Hospital.

Zhou Xufang woke up less than an hour after coming out of the operating room. The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was not Jiang Zhi, but Fang Ideal.

"Xu Fang."

Fang Ideal shouted, and several other people in the ward came over.

Qiao Nanchu is here, Xue Baoyi is there, and even Wen Baiyang from the convenience store is there, but Jiang Zhi is not there.

Fang Ideal saw her silent, stretched out his hand and shook in front of her eyes: "Are you awake?"

Zhou Xufang's eyes turned around, looking for Jiang Zhi.

He should be sober, Fang Ideal was ecstatic, he could only wait to pounce on the bear and hug: "You scared me to death!"

Zhou Xufang asked her boyfriend, "Where is Jiang Zhi?"

Fang Ideal said: "He is out."

Zhou Xufang hadn't recovered yet, her voice was weak, and her face was not very bloody. She took off the oxygen mask herself and asked Fang Ideal again: "Where did he go?"

Fang Ideal couldn't answer, she didn't know, she didn't dare to talk nonsense, Jiang Zhi left murderously, always feeling that it was not going to do something right.

At this time, Qiao Nanchu answered: "He went out and came back soon." He glanced back at Xue Baoyi, "Baoyi, go call the doctor."

"Oh."

Xue Baoyi just came out of the ward and came back with Jiang Zhi. Xue Baoyi looked up and down a few times, still in the blood-stained dress, and did not see any other problems.

"Zhou Xufang wakes up and is looking for you."

Jiang Zhi quickly stepped into the ward.

Zhou Xufang's body was a little weak. She heard the footsteps when people approached. She looked up and saw the person, and then let go of her heart: "Jiang Zhi." The wound was on the right, and she supported the bed with her left hand and wanted to sit up.

"You can't move." Jiang Zhi helped her to lie back, afraid of touching the wound on her back, so he let her lie on her side, "Where is the doctor?"

Not knowing it was Mao, Fang Ideal saw that Jiang Zhi was a little offended, so he could not help standing up straight, and replied, "I have already called."

Zhou Xufang seldom did this, melancholy and feeble: "Where have you been?"

Jiang Zhi didn't tell her, only said: "I will tell you when you are better."

Zhou Xufang did not ask any more.

The doctor has already arrived. It is Director Qi who is in charge of the surgeon. He first checked the data on the ECG monitor, and then looked at Zhou Xufang's pupils with a flashlight.

Also take body temperature.

I have changed a special thermometer. The one sent from the Jiang’s laboratory can measure extremely low body temperature, but it needs to be placed under the armpit.

Director Qi is almost sixty, and there is nothing to hide from being a doctor. Just about to take the patient's temperature, Jiang Zhi said: "Let her come." He pointed to the female nurse.

Director Qi awkwardly gave the thermometer to the female nurse.

Jiang Zhi glanced back.

Qiao Nanchu turned around consciously, but Xue Baoyi was dragged by Fang Ideal unconsciously.

22 degrees.

Is this body temperature something humans have... The female nurse hesitated to record the data.

"Don't bear it," Jiang Zhi squatted on the bed, "talk to the doctor wherever it hurts or feels uncomfortable."

Zhou Xufang's face was still white, and her lips were also white, with no blood. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Zhi didn't believe her, and asked the doctor: "How is it?"

Director Qi put away the stethoscope: "If the bleeding stops, it will be fine. You should be fine after a few days of recuperation."

Jiang Zhi said: "Thank you."

Director Qi didn't dare to be, "Shao Jiang is polite."

After the inspection, Jiang Zhi said to the people behind him: "I have something to tell Zhou Xufang, you all go out first."

Jiang Zhi's heart was not yet calm, and his hostility hadn't gone away. Zhou Xufang had to appease him. Qiao Nanchu was acquainted, gave Xue Baoyi a look, and avoided it together.

When the door closed, Jiang Zhi reached out and touched Zhou Xufang's face: "It still hurts, isn't it?"

It takes twenty times the amount of anesthesia, and she can't help but feel pain.

It was very painful, but Zhou Xufang was afraid that Jiang Zhi was upset, so he endured the pain and said, "It's just a little bit of pain."

These words deceived herself.

"The amount of analgesic can't be added anymore." Jiang Zhi stretched her hand to her mouth, "If it hurts, you will bite me."

Zhou Xufang really opened his mouth, didn't bite him, and kissed the back of his hand. After the kiss, he frowned: "It smells of blood."

It smelled of blood, he didn't have time to clean himself up, and he was very embarrassed and said, "It's all your blood." He leaned forward a bit and touched her face with his face. He still had lingering fears and his voice was dumb. , "I was scared to death by you."

Zhou Xufang stretched out his hand to wipe the dried blood on his face. After rubbing it twice, he couldn't wipe it off: "It doesn't matter anymore. Once the drug is metabolized, the wound will heal."

"penicillin?"

Zhou Xufang's skill, Jiang Zhi, knew that if it weren't for medicine, eight people could not be her opponents. Before getting into the ambulance, she said that penicillin should not be used.

Zhou Xufang nodded: "My physique is incompatible with this antibiotic. Just a small amount will greatly slow down the speed of self-healing and regeneration. There will also be problems with blood coagulation. If there is no injury, there will be shock and high fever. If the effect is over, it will be fine. "

But once injured, it is difficult to stop the bleeding.

This is only a trace.

Jiang Zhi asked her: "Then what if the injection volume is large?"

Cardiac arrest will occur, the aortic pulsation and heart sound will disappear, all organs will be ischemic, hypoxic, and finally sudden death.

This is an inference from the doctor who is in charge of her, and no one has tried the facts. In the laboratory, those people used her to do many experiments, but they never crossed the critical value she could bear.

She said: "I don't know."

There are too many unknowns, Jiang Zhi has never been so flustered, I am afraid that after this time, he will be all about: "Who else knows about this?"

"I haven't told anyone. Only people in the genetic laboratory should know." But who could it be?

Su Ding, Su Qinghou, or those of the medical doctors, or the people among the experimenters... it seems possible, and Zhou Xufang couldn't guess it.