Special Forces Medic

Chapter 922 894: What If I Go With You?

"You're lying!" She hated Mu Rongyun like this. "Why pretend to be someone he detests? You're not him at all."

Mu Rongyun exhaled. "What kind should I be? Gentle, overbearing, or devoted? Those childish games are enough, don't interrupt me any further, or I'll kill you just the same, do you understand?"

"You won't." Mu Rongyun didn't want to keep engaging in nonsense with Wu Shuang. He's not accustomed to women's tears, especially Wu Shuang's tears. "I'm not letting you walk that path alone, not letting you die alone, I will follow you, always follow you."

Stiff-backed, Wu Shuang couldn't see Mu Rongyun's expression, her resolute promise sounded powerless. "Director Wu, do you know what you are saying? Can you abandon your sense of justice? I don't believe it."

With a bang, Mu Rongyun forcefully closed the door of the lounge. He leaned gently against the door, breathing deeply, truly a headache of a woman, better off asleep like that, eating well, utterly inflexible woman, why treat him like this, causing him unable to utter even cruel words, should the renowned Xia Ya die at this darn woman's hands? Truly a disgrace!

Wearing flip-flops, Mu Rongyun walked all the way to the rooftop. The plan was set for tomorrow night, he will leave with Wang Zhantian, the only person who can make Hong Lian willingly hand over the Rose Staff is Wang Zhantian, he absolutely won't let go, and definitely never will.

"Tomorrow night at twelve, hospital heliport, I'll bring him out, you get ready to send us to the United States." Hanging up the phone, Mu Rongyun exhaled a breath.

Similarly facing the sunset, people's states of mind differ, Mu Rongyun watched the demonic scene before him resembling Hell's flame burning the sky, he extended his hand and closed one eye, the world suddenly became very small, as if he could grasp that flame.

If one day he really dies at Xiao Lin's hands, then he should return to Hell. The angel with black wings is a Devil evolved from an angel fallen from the Celestial Kingdom, he should be a very sad Devil, incapable of being bad, incapable of being good, is there a world between the Celestial Kingdom and Hell? It seems neither suits him!

"Mu Forensics, Mu Forensics, the patient is in trouble with rapid breathing, something seems to be blocking the airway." The rooftop door was banged open, the iron door slammed against the cement with a loud noise, pulling Mu Rongyun back from his little fantasy world. "Quick, go down and check!" The nurse gasping for breath patted her chest, seemingly running too urgently, holding her breath unable to recover.

"Understood! Notify the people below to prepare the appropriate tools and wait for me in the ward." Using a pager was definitely faster than him running there.

"Yes!" The nurse immediately transmitted Mu Rongyun's instructions via pager, by then she could no longer see his figure.

An airway blocked by a foreign object? Ha! No need to think, someone has tampered, with Wang Zhantian's current condition, only nutrient solutions can sustain life, any solid and semi-solid food is impossible to consume, so there's no possibility of foreign object intrusion, this situation only indicates someone wants Wang Zhantian dead.

Thinking as he rapidly ran down the stairs, pushing open the fourth-floor safety door, Wang Zhantian's ward was the fourth door on the walk to the right, only two meters away from him, the nurse station constantly had people coming and going, pushing carts with the instruments he requested.

"Mu Forensics, you finally arrived, we've been looking for you for a long time." A nurse started complaining upon seeing him, no one had anticipated an emergency scenario, making everyone appear very tense.

"What is the current situation?"

"A foreign object stuck above the pectoralis major and amid the tube insertion, a bit strange, earlier when I went in to change his dressing, I hadn't discovered any issue, how did it suddenly turn like this?"

"Has anyone from outside been here?" Mu Rongyun put on special gloves, Wang Zhantian's face was flushed red, heart rate and blood pressure rising, strange sounds emitted from his mouth, sounding like grumbling calls eerily keeping anyone away.

Mu Rongyun checked on him, ordered him to be strapped to the bed, one hand braced on his pectoralis major, the other hand following the nurse's report, feeling upward, the garment was lodged at the neck gap, easily felt, like a hard shell.

"Just now, the girl who came out with you was here, didn't stay long before leaving."

"Wu Shuang?!" Mu Rongyun held anesthetic-dipped cotton over Wang Zhantian's nose to put him into a deep sleep.

"Mu Forensics, isn't this risky." Seeing Mu Rongyun so boldly knocking the patient unconscious, in this situation shouldn't the patient stay clear-headed? Otherwise losing consciousness could inhibit breathing, causing secondary hypoxia leading to death.

Mu Rongyun ignored the nurse's inquiry, picked up a scalpel beside him, and slid it over the neck gap. Ah! A nearby doctor exclaimed, hurriedly covering their mouth, not daring to speak. This was too reckless! The patient's neck clearly already severely injured, now stroking a slice at the junction between the head and torso, was this saving or killing someone, this kind of surgery she had never witnessed, Mu Rongyun's methods utterly contravened her doctor's professional ethics

The hard object was lodged four centimeters deep in the epidermal muscle tissue and could be easily felt with a finger. Therefore, he did not apply too much force while cutting, as the muscle tissue in the neck is inherently much weaker than other areas. The hardness between the artery and the trachea makes cutting through it different in technique and force, which is why many assassins choose this spot. On one hand, it's easier to slice, and on the other, the speed of lethality is inversely proportional to the speed of treatment.

The scalpel moved deftly at the fingertips, and the blood oozing from the wound was quickly wiped away with absorbent cotton. "Doctor Mu, the patient's blood pressure is dropping, and the heart rate has started to slow. It's now down to forty-five beats," the nurse dutifully reported the patient's vital signs.

Mu Rongyun calmly flicked the tip of the scalpel deeper, extracting a small hard object from the cut and tossing it into a metal tray before continuing to stitch up the wound.

The blocked respiratory system began to flow again, and Wang Zhantian's various vitals started to slowly recover, showing signs of life. "The rest is up to your care. Find someone to monitor him around the clock. The ward must be guarded 24 hours a day."

"Doctor Mu, if that's the case, we don't have enough staff," the nurse exclaimed, the three bars on her head indicating she was likely the head nurse.

"Scheduling is your responsibility; protecting the patient is mine. This person is a key criminal suspect for the police. Until the police find someone to take over, you'll have to manage. Otherwise, who's going to take responsibility for the earlier mistake? Or will you, the head nurse, take full responsibility? I have no opinion on the matter. Decide for yourself, but I hope that when I return from the police station, I see the shadow of a nurse in the ward."

Without giving any room for negotiation, Mu Rongyun took off his white coat, threw it aside, and walked out in flip-flops, leaving the nurses in shock until someone started to complain, triggering a flood of grumbling. Yet, this didn't change their fate of having to take turns working overtime.

Mu Rongyun watched his car drive towards the City Police Department. He had canceled his plans for the next day. After this ordeal, Wang Zhantian was not fit for long-distance travel; he didn't want to take any risks and have him die en route to the United States. The other party, upon receiving his message, hung up without a word, seemingly very angry, but it didn't matter.

The steering wheel turned, and the car entered the City Police Department gates. The somewhat ostentatious police car was now his exclusive ride.

"Is Deputy Director Wu back?" In the police station, he was known as a gentle and amiable person, with exceptionally good rapport and skills. The number of interns following him was countless.

"Back, in the office."

With a few steps, he barged into Wu Shuang's office, and unfortunately, Wu Mian was there.

"What kind of attitude is this? Is the Director's office a place you can enter at will? Can't you even knock?" Wu Mian turned around, unable to hold back his anger upon seeing Mu Rongyun.

Mu Rongyun gave Wu Shuang a deep look, then stepped out. "I'm sorry, Director Wu, I didn't know you were here. It was rude of me."

"Wait a moment, Doctor Mu, is there something important?" Wu Shuang called after Mu Rongyun, surprised at his return.

"No, nothing."

"The Director and I are discussing Wang Zhantian's case; Chief Prosecutor Guang will be here shortly. If it's not urgent, can you wait for me?"

"I'll be in the basement," Mu Rongyun said, closing the door, and inside, Wu Mian's disdainful voice was heard.

Look down if you want to look down! He wasn't wrong; being with someone like him is embarrassing! But he couldn't figure out what was so embarrassing about himself. Was his education not enough? Didn't he have money? Or was being a forensic doctor beneath him?

A doctorate from a prestigious university with dual degrees, recognized worldwide with a doctor's license, working as a forensic doctor in this small place was embarrassing? Owning a multinational trading company doing legitimate business, with an annual personal net income of over a million, wasn't considered wealthy? Ah, compared to Xiao Lin, it's still far from enough!

Mu Rongyun thought brightly, brushing past Guang Lingyi who was just arriving upstairs. The vibrant energy made him pause to look back at him before continuing to the basement.

Yanjing isn't exactly small, but it's certainly not tiny, with talented people hiding everywhere! (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to cast your recommendation and monthly votes at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)