I'm A Trash

Episode 3

In a room.

A beautiful woman who has long hair that whips beautifully up to the level of the buttocks, with a sparkling cola red color, just watered, without the decoration of a country of ribbons and the like.

A sexy body with sectional levels that say 'a gift of God', wrapped in a black knee-length dress, which is equipped with a white coat of pride on the outside.

The woman was busy employing ten fingers, dancing on the keyboard of a laptop. He must have filled his salary often in the room, as a doctor in a hospital who quite raised his name at this time.

The atmosphere was quite calm at first.

He seemed to focus on incising verse by verse data input on the screen a dozen inches lit up in front of him.

A photo fitting stands neatly through the buffer behind him, on the table right next to a sitting phone. The frame contains portraits of married couples who join together to look harmonious. Judging from the portion of the face that contains aging wrinkles, they may be.

With a purpose to encourage yourself, maybe like that.

Like the wind that messed with the calm ripples of the lake water, then caused strong waves that could not be avoided, the focus theme of the smart screen began to be disturbed. The sound of leg thumping loudly rang out on the outside of his room. His face lifted up looking at the door leaf, as if he could guess what would happen next.

And ....

"Doctor Zhou!" A woman with a full-buttoned canal on her knees entered the door without knocking first. Judging from the small-sized hat perched on his head, he was clearly a nurse.

The pretty cola-haired doctor was a little aghast. But not strong enough to make it hang.

"A patient who tripped and fell from a building has just been delivered to the emergency room. The chairman told you to get there!" the nurse said in a loud voice. Noisy running activities along the corridor, it seems enough to make the breath of fireworks panting.

The beautiful donter who was familiarly called Zhou began to stand up and responded. "Well, I'll be there soon" he said.

Shortly after putting together a quick enough step, a door with a row of letters lit up on it, inscribed;

THE EMERGENCY ROOM

(Emergency Room )

Zhou has entered.

Beep beep beep

His arrival was greeted directly by a ventilator sound attached to the left corner of the patient's gurney.

There are several medical personnel, one of whom is a female nurse who acts as a helper, and the other is filled by four male gender doctors. They look busy with their respective tasks in the room with the thick aroma of disinfectant.

Serious faces mingled with a tense aroma, as if facing a national test that drained the brain energy and motion.

Right in the middle, an ill-fated young man was lying helplessly with appalling injuries all over his body. Three electrodes are connected to the ECG, attached to his chest.

He was Lin Mu, the heir to the Lin family fortune, who fell from the height of the three floors of the villa building he lived in, by a form of greed in the form of Lin Yifu, his second uncle.

"How is he doing?" zhou asked after standing right at the end of the gurney, near Lin Mu's feet.

"The patient fell from the fourth floor. His head hit the stairs, causing massive bleeding in his intracranial bone gap. It's a very emergency now." The chief physician handling the surgery explained with a serious look towards Zhou.

"Doctor Zhou is very skilled in acupuncture, is there any way to alleviate the current condition of the patient?" the doctor continued, asking.

"There! But the risk is huge!" Zhou said unsure.

"I understand. But not for the patient, being able to stay alive is all that matters."

"All right!" zhou said without much more stuffing. A small box containing needles with sizes long enough, began to be prepared. "I'll try it."

At least four dots, each containing two needles on the left and right, began to stick Zhou in Lin Mu's head.

For a while the doctors and officers were still waiting. And ....

"The patient is now stable!" the nurse revealed after looking at the monitor where the vital functions in Li Mu's body were visible.

"I stimulate the patient's potential by using acupuncture needles. But being in this condition for a long time, can lead to brain death. The rest I leave to you!" terang Zhou's.

"Hurry, get on with the help now!" The chief doctor shouted instructing one colleague. His palm still seemed busy with the actions he might have been supposed to do.

"The patient's ECG signal continues to be irregular!" The other doctor called out quickly. It stands in front of a monitor connected to electrodes attached to the patient's body.

The zigzag lines form an electrocardiogram signal that is displayed on the screen, not separated from his observation.

"Damn it! Can't it still?!" the middle-aged man's doctor's timps again began to despair. The tight mask that covered part of his face still looks honest-can't hide the tension in him.

Sweat pours as if making fun of the atmosphere. Occasionally wiping them off, as a form of diversion.

"Defribiler! Get ready!"

A pair of objects seen from its shape, resembling the shape of the iron, began to be prepared by one of the doctors.

"Power defibrillator, two hundred joules!" he shouted while landing a pair of pacemakers on the body of the ill-fated patient-Lin Mu.

Lin Mu's body responded spontaneously upward, then trembled, as the pacemaker landed at the bottom of his chest.

This is repeated by the doctors. As the number after number of pressures that also move they raise.

"It still can't!" The ECG monitoring doctor said in a resigned tone. He looked across the face, beginning to despair.

The zigzag-shaped lines of life markers for Lin Mu's body, in front of him, were now changing to form a completely straight line.

"Set the defibrillator up to three hundred joules!" And it was a rallying cry for the paramedic finish action with the typical outfit of the operation, over Lin Mu. Although not convincing enough, at least they tried.

What to say ....

Repeated attacks drain energy, time and thought it still does not give relief.

TIIIIIIIT ....

The long sound emanating from the ventilator signified the end of their exhausting efforts.

Lin Mu's life might actually end at ZERO.

"There were no signs of life" said one of the male doctors in a weak voice. His face looked down in order to surrender. "Support for patients .. was not successful."

In his position, Zhou, who had been standing quietly watching, was heard exhaling heavily - clearly regretting the failure of his comrades' efforts. While lowering his mask on the chin, he said in a soft voice, "Go tell the patient's family!"

"Good!" The only female nurse who was involved in the action, replied firmly.

A white blanket was laid out by one of the doctors, which he then wrapped around Lin Mu to perfectly cover the entire body of the ill-fated young man, who might have given up at that time.

With a rude gasp full of regret, all the medics involved, including Zhou, stepped forward to leave the room, after the lights and all their tools were turned off.

 

In the thick without light.

In the cold of the room temperature.

In the silence of the atmosphere without activity ....

A rustling voice.

Following a black dot that emerged from the ceiling of the room.

The black dot slowly expanded and widened, until it formed like a whirlwind.

From there ... hope Lin Mu ... might come back.