There was no one in the engineering department, so I could only call the power company to come over to repair it.

This is a very normal logical thinking, and no one thinks there is anything wrong.

What's more, Song Jiahao is also the new dean. This is the first time he encountered this problem after taking office. No one doubts the relationship between the engineering department personnel going out to participate in union activities and theft of the plug.

Because the latter happens too many times.

Maintenance personnel of power companies will only carry the most basic repair tools. They will not bring special parts such as spare plugs. The reason is very simple. Generally speaking, repair problems mostly occur in the homes of ordinary citizens. Hospitals have their own engineering personnel. Therefore, after inspection, they found that they did not bring parts and could only go back to the company to retrieve them. The doctor on duty only knew that they had to report repairs when the power outage was out, but they did not know that it was caused by the theft of the plug.

At this stage, the collective outing of engineering department personnel is a crucial factor.

There was no one in the nurse station outside the special care unit. The logistics department's car filled with milk and fruit had already driven downstairs.

It is now 8:00 and 3:00 in the evening. Apart from the night shift staff, the hospital is much deserted than during the day.

There are too many things, except for the outpatient clinic, all the nurses and doctors in the inpatient department went down to help.

Of course, they won't leave for too long, at most about five minutes.

Yang Kongshan was lying on the bed in the special care unit without any sense.

Liu Tianming grabbed his shoulders, Song Jiahao tightened his feet, and the two of them exerted force at the same time, hugging Yang Kongshan to the medical flatbed car that had been prepared next to him.

The two looked at each other and saw nervous gazes from each other's eyes above each other's masks.

After a busy day, all the plans and actions are just for these few minutes of space.

Without hesitation for a second, he pushed the car directly and walked towards the elevator leading to the Medical Technology Building.

Liu Tianming was very careful in doing things. He stuffed Yang Kongshan's clothes and shoes placed beside the bed into the car, and then put the quilt in a shape that was lifted from the inside.

While running quickly through the stairs, Liu Tianming looked up at the surveillance camera located directly above his head. The red indicator light remained out. This indicates that the power has not recovered yet and is still safe so far.

Song Jiahao pushed the medical flatbed into the elevator. The moment the door panel closed, his tense muscles relaxed and he couldn't help but breathe.

The most dangerous time has passed.

Among them, the most uncontrollable link is the doctor on duty in the special care unit and the nurse.

Song Jiahao was not 100% sure that all of them would go downstairs to move things. He could only operate according to common sense and let the car that went out to buy condolences come back as late as possible. In this way, the driver of the logistics department would definitely call the hospitalization department and ask for someone to be sent downstairs to help.

Fortunately, the best situation expected was happening.

The elevator reached the first floor and the gate slowly opened to both sides.

Liu Tianming directly carried Yang Kongshan, who was unconscious from the flatbed car and ran towards the stairs leading to the utility room. Song Jiahao pushed the flatbed car from behind and quickly came out, placing the car on the right side of the hall. During the day, there were already three similar cars there. This was originally a temporary concentration point for medical vehicles, and Song Jiahao considered every link very clearly.

Liu Tianming was very strong, and Yang Kongshan's weight was nothing to him. He rushed into the utility room as fast as possible, opened the small iron door, and entered the basement, Liu Tianming felt that his heart was lifted high finally fell, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

Opening the security door in the basement, Song Jiahao took off his white coat. He helped Liu Tianming and put Yang Kongshan flat on the workbench. Then, he took off his clothes and pants in sequence, revealing his strong and muscular naked torso.

Song Jiahao picked up a large syringe from the storage rack next to him, and the thick needle pierced into Yang Kongshan's right arm, pulling out a tube of blood. Just as he was making a blood sample, Song Jiahao suddenly raised his head and asked Liu Tianming: "Are you sure he will really mutate?"

Liu Tianming nodded with a serious expression.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Song Jiahao no longer spoke.

He put down the blood sample in his hand, walked over, picked up the plastic medical apron loaded on the side of the closet, put on goggles, and took out a scalpel from the white porcelain tray.

When he did these things, Liu Tianming had already pressed Yang Kongshan's shoulders and tied his limbs, waist, and neck firmly with prepared leather bags and steel clips. Especially the neck, he tied them up several circles of strong rubber ropes. The ropes were deeply trapped in the flesh and formed a black line on Yang Kongshan's neck. This degree of restraint was enough to make normal people suffocate to death in just a few seconds. Yang Kongshan's calm face did not change at all.

He seemed to be just asleep, lying there motionless.

Song Jiahao slid across Yang Kongshan's body with his fingers wearing rubber gloves. He raised his head and looked at Liu Tianming with inquiring eyes.

Although things have reached this point, there is still a little uncertainty in his heart.

Liu Tianming understood the doubts in his eyes and said lightly: "If you can't do it, let me do it."

Song Jiahao did not continue to get entangled in this issue.

He lowered his head and stared at Yang Kongshan who was in a coma.

On his left shoulder, there was a noticeable scar.

The original wound area should not be large, and you can see blurred biting marks. There are already puscous, there are signs of sprinkled with medicinal powder, and wiped with external medicines such as iodine. The wound at the core is black in color, but the muscles are not rotten, reflecting an extremely strange luster under the light.

Song Jiahao's hands were slightly trembling. He took a deep breath, aimed the sharp scalpel tip at Yang Kongshan's left neck, and cut it hard.

The luster of the metal blade was instantly swallowed by the skin and muscles, and a large area of ​​dark red blood gushed out along the blade. Liu Tianming picked up the prepared large ball of medicinal cotton and tightly stuffed the wound. The black rubber rope that had tied the neck before played a role, and not much blood oozed out of the wound, and it was quickly stopped.

The skin and muscles were quickly cut open, and Song Jiahao continued to move towards the tendon that controlled the rotation of his neck without saying a word. In just half a minute, all the ligaments connecting Yang Kongshan's head and shoulders were cut off. Starting from the incision on the side of the neck, it rotated for a while, and the scalpel turned down his throat, digging a blood line in the shape of a "t".

Liu Tianming picked up the small medical cutter placed on the workbench and handed it over silently.

Song Jiahao glanced at him, and without reaching out to take it, he cut it directly into the connection area on the side of Yang Kongshan's spine with a scalpel.

Only the butcher with poor skills will make the barbaric action of splitting the bones with a knife and an axe.

Song Jiahao has always believed that in addition to amputation and brain surgery, medical cutters must be used to deal with other parts of the human body, especially joints, without such trouble.

This is the dignity and arrogance of being a doctor, and it is also the key to whether the basic skills of the school surgery exam are solid.

The entire head is completely separated from the body.

Liu Tianming held Yang Kongshan's head with both hands, pulled it back, and quickly stuffed it into the center of the broken spine with the medicinal cotton. After doing this, a very cautious expression appeared on his face. Liu Tianming raised Yang Kongshan's head upwards, pulled a thick tape on his forehead, and fixed it on the workbench.

A dull impact came from the wall. Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng could no longer hold back when they smelled the scent of blood.

Song Jiahao and Liu Tianming moved Yang Kongshan's body from the workbench. The shoulders were tightly connected with bricks to the bottom of the wall. Liu Tianming half-squatted on the ground and pulled off the bricks piece by piece. Song Jiahao bent over and grabbed Yang Kongshan's feet with both hands, and his eyes were closely watching Liu Tianming's movements, and he did not dare to show off.

There are fewer and fewer bricks, and the openings are constantly expanding.

Looking from Song Jiahao's location, you can see Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng's legs and feet coming and going. They are very anxious and can't wait to get food.

Liu Tianming grabbed Yang Kongshan's armpit and dragged his entire shoulder into the hole. A huge force immediately took the whole body away from his hands. Song Jiahao only felt that his hands slipped, and Yang Kongshan's feet had already escaped from control and were dragged directly into the inside of the wall.

When discussing in the office during the day, Liu Tianming had reached an agreement with Song Jiahao: Yang Kongshan must be disposed of before the mutation of it. In this way, Yang Kongshan's body can be swallowed by Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng, so there is no need to worry about being discovered.

In this process, the most critical factor is time. Once Yang Kongshan mutation occurs in advance, Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng will not treat him as food. Therefore, once they enter the basement, they must first cut off Yang Kongshan's head.

Po Chen is a living example.

Her body was dead, but her head was well preserved. It was because of this that she became a walking zombie.

Filling the holes in the wall with bricks, Liu Tianming and Song Jiahao walked to the workbench and looked at Yang Kongshan's head nervously.

Song Jiahao took a look at the watch on his wrist and it was 8:47 pm.

Wait silently.

There has been no change.

Since the time when Yang Kongshan's head was cut off, Song Jiahao's right hand has been trembling.

Now, this sign has spread throughout the body.

He felt very cold, and his trembling was getting bigger and bigger, almost uncontrollable.

Killing a living person is two completely different concepts than killing a threatening zombie.

The former is a crime, while the latter is a rescue of more people.

Song Jiahao doesn’t know if he did something wrong?

He had no say in determining whether he was guilty.

The only thing I can do now is to look at Liu Tianming with anticipation.

"There won't be any problem with your judgment, right?"

Song Jiahao swallowed hard, his voice becoming hoarse: "Are you getting it wrong? He, he is not infected at all, nor will he mutate? We just killed someone?"
Chapter completed!