Special Forces Medic-Chapter 803 - 676: 0.5-Gram Dosage

The only medical institution in the north district accommodates all kinds of people. It claims to have the most comprehensive medical team and equipment in Yanjing, the most humane service, and the most expensive medical costs.

No matter how big and well the advertisement is done, it's just a prelude to the last sentence that can't be spoken. Because everything is the best, relatively speaking, the costs will increase. This concept wasn't accumulated over time but was the rule from the beginning.

Do you have a need? Then enter this hospital. Of course, it's not absolutely necessary to come here for treatment. You could travel far, cross the highway to the nearest district for treatment, but there won't be many ambulances on the way unless you have your own car, provided your ailment isn't too serious.

Is it considered monopolistic operation if a district only has one medical institution? Xiao Lin walked into this hospital, which didn't look particularly luxurious from the outside. He probably wasn't entering for the first time. The last time was because of Zhang Qiang, because of a dead person, and this time it's also for someone who is basically considered a useless person.

However you think about it, he must personally come here to see Secretary Li. The coma has lasted too long, possibly due to severe brain injury.

But he didn't remember Secretary Li being in a coma due to a heavy blow to the head. If he hadn't deliberately checked the person's injuries at that time, he wouldn't have suspected anything.

Despite the expensive costs, many people still come for treatment. Medical insurance under national policy still provides some ability to pay. If it's all out-of-pocket, even minor issues can cost thousands.

Yao Zheng, oh Yao Zheng, getting hold of your little flaw could be done in many places. Any point that seems unrelated to you, but as the head of a district, how would anyone dare act so boldly without your approval?

Fifteen floors of the inpatient department, each floor's ward is divided. In such a poor area, having an orderly four-star hospital, where is the poverty? Looking at the signage on the ground floor, the elderly area alone takes up three floors, as if it's a place for vacation and recuperation.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. He used his own rhythm to search downwards floor by floor, unsure where Yao Zheng might have placed Secretary Li. If he directly inquired at the service desk, he would need a reasonable excuse. He ignored the girls staring at him and continued walking slowly and aimlessly.

Xiao Lin is a doctor, a military doctor.

He categorized patients into several levels and placed long-term comatose individuals like Secretary Li into the neurology department. He remembered Yao Zheng mentioning brain damage over the phone, so going to neurology might yield good results. However, he stood in the hallway of the elderly area on the twelfth floor. Yao Zheng is not a doctor, he is a suspicious person. When he brought Li Zhenghan before him, he should have realized whether Secretary Li was still in the hospital. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

A person wearing a white coat rushed by, perhaps too hastily, brushed past Xiao Lin's shoulder, causing him to step back slightly.

"Sorry!" The doctor didn't turn back. He lowered his head and hurriedly said, holding a medical file in his hand.

Dr. Zhang! Xiao Lin pushed his glasses up his nose and turned to follow him. Yao Zheng wouldn't transfer Secretary Li elsewhere. The person injured on duty is still being treated. In the kidnap case, Yao Zheng's approach was high-profile and he responded to every interview and report by journalists.

He only reserved the crucial parts. Ji Weihua, who was responsible for the case, also half-concealed and left the answers at the end, declaring he'll explain matters clearly at an appropriate time.

What is Yao Zheng waiting for? Xiao Lin followed the doctor into the elevator, watching him press the button for the seventh floor. He leaned against the left side. "Which floor are you heading to?" The doctor thought he was blocking Xiao Lin's path and kindly asked.

"The seventh floor as well." Xiao Lin replied briefly, continuing to stand silently aside.

"Neurology or Neurosurgery?" The doctor seems like a warm-hearted person. Xiao Lin glanced at him.

"Neurology?" Is there such a department? Xiao Lin jumped on the flaw in medical terminology.

"Oh, it's the neurology department." The doctor corrected his slip, embarrassedly smiling, and then turned to the person standing behind him. "Are you visiting a patient, or..."

"Looking for someone!"

"Oh!" Noting that Xiao Lin wasn't a talkative person, the doctor exited the elevator when it reached the seventh floor. Xiao Lin was a step slower leaving the elevator. Compared to the elderly area upstairs, it was more bustling here with varied people.

He habitually began searching from the left side for his target. Each room held beds for three people, with singles usually located at the head or end of the corridor, special wards wouldn't appear on the same floor. Xiao Lin didn't enter the rooms but glanced inside while passing the doors to identify the occupants.

Not by appearance but by atmosphere, the role of Secretary Li in Yao Zheng's mouth should imply he's someone without family, judging from the atmosphere of the room.

Having reached the end without finding a suitable target, Xiao Lin stood at the corridor's end, gazing at the buildings outside through the window. Tenth floor! A neurosurgeon appearing in the tenth-floor ward district, visiting a doctor? A patient? Or a special situation? Because of the sudden appearance of the doctor, Xiao Lin hadn't checked all the rooms on the tenth floor. He headed back to the stairs to return to the tenth floor. This time he went straight to the last ward.

Opening the door, the room filled with the strong smell of disinfectant. Thick curtains blocked out sunlight. No flowers, no fruits, no caretaker, and no medical monitors. The person on the bed lay quietly with closed eyes, an IV bottle hung on the rack. Xiao Lin casually glanced at its ingredients, it was nutrient fluid.

Using an EEG monitor for brain injury? Then how to determine whether the brain shows evidence of brain death? Xiao Lin gazed at the person on the bed for a while. He looked exactly like Li Zhenghan, but they weren't twins, possibly due to the connection between the Zimu brothers.

Considering the kind of tacit understanding and telepathy that twins might have, Li Zhenghan had poor psychic sensitivity to this. If one of the two were fake, then the person before him was undoubtedly an imposter.

Fingers lightly touching Secretary Li's cheek, Flame Swallow claimed never to have made a human skin mask for such a person. The skin's elasticity was good, yet no matter how he looked, the face seemed strange.

The breath from his nostrils confirmed the person was alive. Lifting his eyelid revealed zero light tracking in the eyeball, reaching five fingers to his bald head, lightly pressing to the nape vertebra, muscle and artery connections were intact, blood circulation system showed no abnormality. This person's body functions maintained normal status, but the pupils' rejection of light was perplexing.

Xiao Lin held his chin, contemplating over him. Firstly, he ruled out Yao Zheng's claim of coma due to severe brain injury. He moved his gaze back to the IV bottle.

The transparent liquid was bubbling, two more minutes for this IV to finish. Each drug effect has its own pace. Nutrient fluids don't have precise drip rate requirements, adjusted according to physical fitness. Xiao Lin pushed aside the curtain from the bedside, standing legs apart by the windowsill, back pressed against the window glass. Someone pushed open the ward door, two people came in, one being the doctor he just encountered.

"Still 0.5 grams dosage! Slowly infuse and shake until no sediment before injecting." The doctor glanced at Secretary Li on the bed, checking the patient's regular status.

"Dr. Zhang, this dose might..."

"It's okay. With his constitution, he can still hold on for some time." Putting away the stethoscope, Dr. Zhang sneered at the person on the bed. "Record all his reactions at full speed, this will be a valuable research subject."

"But, he's still alive, wouldn't this be too much?" The nurse's mouth showed compassion, but her actions of extracting liquid from the IV bottle into a small bottle, shaking it strongly, then injecting the diluted liquid into the IV bottle, showed skill without sympathy.

"Isn't it a rare research subject?" The doctor ambiguously looked at the nurse, who responded with a shy smile, their ambiguous demeanor noted by Xiao Lin behind the curtains.

"I still think it's inappropriate, though such subjects are rare, it is a chronic poison causing damage to the pituitary gland. What if he truly never wakes again? How do we explain to those people?" The nurse anxiously glanced at the translucent IV bottle.

"Foolish!" The doctor chided her jokingly, taking the bottle and shaking it. "They never intended for him to wake up. We only need to do our part, no need to worry about so much. If needed, blame the drug they provided, claiming it killed him." Seeing the bottle almost transparent, the doctor thoroughly injected the liquid. "Keeping quiet means no one will know, got it?"

The nurse nodded, and after ensuring no problem, they both left the ward. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) and vote for recommendations or monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)