Chapter 1078 Emergency Center

"Damn! Did he..."

Sloan pressed a wound that was simply bandaged by Old Mike with one hand, and found that his lips were still moving, and the aplus, who was muttering something, was completely silent. He wanted to snort but did not dare to let go, so he could only remind Old Mike .

Old Mike looked back with his eyes red, but said nothing. After a few minutes, the Mercedes-Benz braked harshly, "Wait here." He ran out of the car.

Seeing Old Mike running into the gate of a hospital, Sloan calmed down a bit, but immediately realized that the danger might not be resolved, and now there were only herself and Aplus in the car, and she began to turn her head to look at the front and rear windows, Every passing car outside, every pedestrian wandering in front of the hospital made her nervousness aggravate, "Hoo, hoo..." She had to take frequent deep breaths to ease her anxiety.

"Comeon! Comeon!" She yelled again in a suppressed voice, not knowing whether she was hoping for old Mike to hurry up or cheering up Aplus to get him through.

"Let it go! Let it go!"

Finally, Old Mike showed up with a group of doctors and nurses pushing emergency beds. He took off his coat before opening the back seat door, and then quickly threw the coat on the face of Aplus. He was also shot in the arm, and there was a piece of bandaged With red blood marks, he and the others worked together to lift Aplus onto the hospital bed, and then disappeared into the hospital gate with a brisk walk all the way.

"omg..."

Sloan slumped down on the floor of the back seat. The aplus was too high and too strong. When she was lying on her back, she had to curl up between the front and rear seats in a very uncomfortable position. Now she was finally relieved. She covered her eyes to relax, and then sucked her nose. I daubed a few handfuls at the corners of the eyes and sides of the nose with my hands, "Calm down, be strong, Sloan...shxt!"

Just as he was cheering himself up, he suddenly felt that the elbows resting on the back seat were chilly. He opened his eyes and saw that a puddle of blood had accumulated on the seat cushion. It was hard to imagine that a normal person would bleed out such a large amount. The high-grade leather went down and kept ticking on the floor of the back seat and on his clothes and trousers.

"shxt!"

Only then did she notice that her hands were also covered with blood, so she must have smeared it on her face just now, so she took off the fairly clean scarf and wiped it. After wiping, she finally couldn't hold back, covered her face with the scarf and sobbed.

'Click, click...'

There was a weird sound coming from outside the car. She exposed her eyes. It turned out to be an old white woman who was walking on a walker. She was slowly moving to the side of the car, looking inside curiously, and the two looked at each other.

"The bathroom is inside..."

The old lady's hunchback was almost bent to ninety degrees, and she was kind but confused and raised her finger to the hospital gate, "You look terrible, girl..."

"Thank you, thank you..."

After leaving the solitary environment, she quickly became stronger, forced a smile at the old lady, then got out of the car quickly, closed the door, and closed the driver's door that Old Mike hadn't had time to close, and took away the car keys and some sensitive things in the car. thing.

This blond-haired elite woman folded her arms around her chest, trying to cover the blood on her hands with a scarf and other items, raised her head, and walked into the hospital, "Excuse me, the first aid was sent just now..."

After getting the answer, she took the elevator and arrived at the emergency room of the hospital. She soon saw the old Mike who was waiting outside the curtain with his arms crossed, "How is he?"

"There is still a heartbeat." Old Mike shook his head, and pulled her aside, so as not to block the doctors and nurses who were busy coming in and out. "I don't know about the other conditions..."

"It was like a nightmare," she said.

Old Mike didn't answer.

Suddenly, the sound of the electronic equipment inside and the conversations of the doctors and nurses became visibly sharper.

"Defibrillation! 200...clear!" Someone shouted, followed by a dull 'bang'.

"omg..." Sloan's nose was sore again, and he held his forehead.

"Sir, do you need help?" A nurse found the wound on Mike's arm.

"Go away!" Old Mike was in no mood.

The two of them kept their ears open, and didn't hear any first-aid and obviously bad professional vocabulary in it. The emergency doctor kept asking for plasma and medicine.

'Wow! ’ The curtain was suddenly lifted again, a nurse held a water bottle and a blood plasma bag, and others pushed the hospital bed out.

"How?" Sloan and old Mike rushed to Aplus with their eyes closed.

"He's not out of danger yet, we're going to send him to the surgical emergency center." The doctor replied, "Let's go! Please let's go!" He kept asking the people in front to stay out of the way.

The two had no choice but to quickly move along with the bed.

"Have you noticed?" Old Mike suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Um."

Sloan glanced at the time, unknowingly it had been almost 20 minutes since he entered the hospital. Compared with before, the frequency of doctors and nurses in the hospital, especially young female nurses, was obviously much higher.

"The hospital for gunshot wounds will call the police, but the number of police officers who respond to the police cannot stop the reporters who are penetrating, and they may not even come quickly." Old Mike said.

The hospital bed was pushed into the cold door of the emergency center, and the two were stopped outside the door.

"I'll call Mr. Governor." No matter whether Aplus lives or dies, something must be done during this time, Sloan took out his mobile phone.

"No, the real estate businessman who was close to the governor was here just now." Old Mike stopped him.

"Kozko? Probably not..."

Sloan couldn't think of any reason for Peter Flock to kill Aplus, but old Mike was already paranoid and unwilling to take any risks, and she didn't want to spend time arguing, "What about little Daly?"

"Yes." Old Mike nodded after thinking for a few seconds.

Sloan quickly dialed the number, "Ms. Daley? I'm looking for Mr. Mayor... I'm Sloan, aplus's public relations consultant. Yes, I met you at the Symphony Center..."

While she was on the phone, old Mike took out the small radio from his arms, the earphones had already been put on, and he switched the frequencies of the news stations.

"A fierce gun battle took place in the outskirts of the city 20 minutes ago, causing many casualties. Our reporter has rushed to the scene of the incident..."

Since the surrounding area of ​​the new site is relatively desolate, the news received by the radio station is similar, and the TV station should be more detailed. They have helicopters because they are rich and powerful.

"Don't call anyone until the officers come."

Old Mike told Sloan who was talking on the phone to go to the nurse's station. There is no TV in the nurse's station in this theater, but there must be one in the nurses' lounge behind.

"Non-staff are forbidden to enter!" The nurse prevented him from breaking in, "You are injured!"

Old Mike stood in a stalemate at the door, and the nurses were really watching the relevant news. In addition to the construction site and the big canopy, the helicopter pictures on the TV station were the police cars that kept coming, and the bright red blood on the white snow.

‘Our reporter interviewed a local resident. According to the other party, it may be related to a land transaction dispute. The site where the incident happened is undergoing real estate construction. After completion, it will be used for the headquarters of the record company and TV station under Star Aplus...’

He saw that the nurses had already called the hospital security and doctors.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Old Mike rolled his little eyes upwards, and insisted on finding a bench in the waiting area outside the emergency center to sit down.

"We are going to take compulsory measures!" A security guard threatened.

"Let him stay here." The dean rushed over and ordered the doctor, "Treat his wound here."

Old Mike was not seriously injured. The doctor cut open the sleeve of his shirt, disinfected the bloody ditch-shaped wound that had been wiped by the bullet, applied medicine, and then applied a professional bandage.

"I need to inject you with medicine to prevent wound infection."

Old Mike picked up the injection bottle and glanced at the name of the drug, nodded and stretched out his hand.

"Ah! Ah! I knew it was him! It was him!" Suddenly a woman screamed at the nurse's station. It should be that the TV station heard the news that Aplus was shot.

"I remember that there is a hospital that is closer, and you can actually get a few more minutes for aplus."

Sloan waited for the doctors and security to leave, and came over to question.

"You don't understand, girl." Old Mike bared his teeth and moved his injured arm. "The person who wants him to die this time will definitely be fully prepared. We can't just go wherever is close."

"I see." Sloan immediately responded.

"You should also take the time to take care of yourself."

Old Mike pointed to Sloan, who was covered in blood all over his body. Both of them heard the blaring siren and the whistling of the helicopter. "Today will be very long..." he said.