Chapter 817
Facing the row of men in the corridor, the doctor who was almost bald felt that his hair, which was
already very little, was dropping one by one. He wiped his cold sweat, took a breath, and said, "The
doctor is still doing resuscitation inside, but I have to make it clear to the family first. The low-level
carbon monoxide poisoning can be cured after treatment, but for the severe type, the death rate is
rtively high..."
Antony''s veins were about to pop out. "What do you mean?! Is my sister suffering from severe carbon
monoxide poisoning?"
The doctor trembled and said, "It''s not very serious, but it''s more serious than a moderate level. But
since Miss Evans is in poor health, there may be some seque after she is rescued."
In fact, he didn''t want to say it in front of these evil-looking men, because he felt that if he said it, not to
mention his hair, even his life would be hard to keep. But as a doctor, this was what he had to do. He
said,
"The more serious seque include hemiplegia, aphasia, symptomatic epilepsy, and possibly dyed
encephalopathies, such as dementia and psychiatric abnormalities..."
The doctor felt that he was about to be killed by others'' eyes. He braced himself and continued, "And,
and in the process of treatment, the critically ill patient may also have brain herniation, shock,
pulmonary edema, acute renal failure, and so on. Of course, they are unlikely to happen... But we have
to inform the family members to be mentally prepared."
Antony looked as if he was going to scold him. Danny pressed his shoulder and asked, "What''s the use
of making things difficult for the doctor?"
The doctor saw Danny''s expression as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and he hurriedly said, "I, I''ll
go in first."
With a "bang", the door of the emergency room was closed again. The red light was still on, and no one
knew whether the person inside was alive or dead.
Antony exhaled a mouthful of murky air. He turned around and kicked Edwin. He studied in the military
academy and always scored high marks in his practical lessons. This kick almost broke Edwin''s ribs
and twisted his internal organs. Edwin was lying on the ground, spitting out arge mouthful of blood.
His vision was also ck.
A slender and white hand pulled his hair forcefully as he was pulled up. Marcus said calmly, "If I ask
you to kneel, you should kneel properly. Don''t bezy. I don''t like it."
Edwin endured the pain all over his body and knelt on the cold ground in fear. He had never regretted it
as much as he did now-he shouldn''t have been so anxious... He should have dealt with Phyllis after
some time, otherwise, how could he have provoked these crazy people?
The light in the corridor was pale. Compared with it, the moonlight was much gentler. Standing at the
junction of light and darkness, Harold wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he remembered that he had
already smoked several cigarettes. If the smell of smoke on his body was too heavy, the little girl would
not like it.
So he endured this impulse and clenched his nails into his palm, which pierced his skin and flesh, and
blood flowed out drop by drop following his clenched fist.
How painful should it be?
Such a big fire would definitely burn the floor to a very burning temperature. Crystal''s skin was so
delicate that it would turn red every time he pinched it. How painful would it be when she was burned?
How scared would she be?
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The locked door, the rolling smoke, and the crazy Phyllis. Crystal would be afraid even when she had a
nightmare and would only be able to continue sleeping after he coaxed her. How scared she was!
If there was really God in the world, he wished that he was the one to experience it.
It was a pity that God did not listen to the wish of evil spirits walking in the human world.