The Omniscient

At the Rose Garden Hotel in London, Michael's early arrival did not cause any gathering of fans.

The news was well blocked, which allowed Michael to finally rest in the room.

He was so tired. He was still rehearsing yesterday afternoon, and he flew to London at night. He couldn't sleep at all when he was on the plane. When he arrived at the hotel at one o'clock in the morning, he almost didn't want to do anything, and was lying in bed anxious.

I'm so tired Morey, I need sleep. Michael turned to his doctor for help.

Why do you insist on coming to London? asked Morey, his personal physician.

Michael said: This is my last concert. My physical condition is too bad. I don't want this concert to disappoint my fans. I have to come and adapt to the venue in advance.

Morey was noncommittal and said, You are addicted to propofol. I haven't injected you with it for two days. You should quit it, Michael...

Michael closed his eyes and acquiesced, and Morey then injected him with 10 mg of Valium to help him fight anxiety.

Half an hour later, Michael was still anxiously in bed, unable to sleep, and suddenly opened his eyes and said, Morley, during the day, maybe some fans come to me, and my assistant Williams will filter out the representatives of the fans. , then if I fall asleep, let them wait.

Morey asked, Are you so tired and want to see fans?

So I need sleep now, Morey, Michael said.

You hit Valium, and it didn't work at all, Morey said.

Michael closed his eyes and said, You have a way, right?

Of course. Morey smiled. He injected 2 mg of lorazepam in saline, another drug with the same effect as Valium.

Then the security guards and assistants in the hotel were notified that Michael was going to rest and no one was in sight.

By 3:30 a.m., with Michael still awake, Morey injected another 2 mg dose of midazolam. This is another powerful sedative.

Two more hours later, Morey added 2 mg of lorazepam.

Two more hours later, Morey injected another 2 mg of midazolam.

In this way, the mixture of various drugs is constantly accumulating.

Finally, at ten o'clock in the morning, Michael still hadn't fallen asleep, and was still extremely anxious.

I'm sick, Morey, put me to sleep, propofol, I need it, Michael said.

You're resistant to it, and you need a higher dose to be effective, Morey said.

Then more! Michael demanded firmly.

Morey nodded, and directly took out 25 mg of propofol in the drip. He watched the drug being fed into Michael's body for ten minutes, and suddenly he left.

I'm going to the bathroom, Michael.

Morey went into the toilet, spent two minutes in it, looked at his watch, and then came out.

At this time, Michael had stopped breathing.

At this time, ten fifty-two.

He touched Michael's pulse for fifteen minutes before standing up and calling his private clinic in the United States, but the person he was looking for was not in the clinic.

After that, he called another of his patients, a wealthy man to be precise.

The other said: You shouldn't call me, I'm just a patient, I can't give any advice on Michael's condition, you are the doctor.

Perhaps, you should call his assistant and advise him to call an ambulance.

Morey said: I should have called the ambulance right away instead of calling his assistant first.

Celebrities, you must be responsible for his privacy. If you can deal with problems internally and rely on private doctors, you definitely don't want to let the hospital know first. If something really happens, you are manslaughter.

' said the other.

Morey said, I see.

He just hung up the phone, but at this moment, Huang Ji broke in first, Sophia and others followed closely, and Williams was among them.

Williams was Michael's assistant and a member of the Messiah.

Morey responded quickly. While pressing Michael and performing CPR on him, he shouted: You came just in time, Williams, come here, he has a bad reaction.

Williams rushed to Michael's side, took his pulse, and his face turned ashen in an instant.

He doesn't have a heartbeat anymore...

Morey continued to work on CPR and said, It can still be rescued! It can still be rescued! He'll be fine, I can feel a pulse in his thigh!

Williams nodded in a panic, watching Murray rescuing Michael in a daze.

Seeing this, Sophia said angrily, Call an ambulance!

Williams quickly took out his phone and called an ambulance.

However, at the same time, Huang Ji pushed Morey away.

What are you doing? Who are you? Get out! Michael needs rescue! Morey roared, sweating profusely.

Huang Ji sneered. The first thing he did was to take out the needle inserted into Michael's body. It was a saline drip mixed with propofol.

Since the drug has adverse reactions, shouldn't you stop injecting it first when you rescue it?

Huang Ji's words left Morey speechless.

For a time, everyone was staring at the personal doctor.

Is this rescuing a hammer? Forgot to pull out the needle while saying that the drug has adverse reactions?

Huang Ji didn't pay much attention to Morey. The second thing he did was to take out four needles and insert them around Michael's heart.

Then he took out a thicker steel needle and punctured Michael's finger belly and toes, causing them to slowly drip blood.

Morey frowned: What are you doing? Don't mess around! Michael must be rescued immediately...

He wanted to step forward, but was restrained by Pabloso.

Who are you? You're going to kill Michael like this, Williams, what if you let them mess up like this! Morey roared, but he didn't struggle violently.

Obviously, with the arrogant intervention of this group of people, then he is not manslaughter, but the intentional murder of this group of people.

Williams looked at Sophia and said, Who is this person?

He was asking Huang Ji, to which Sophia said, He is also a doctor.

Morey stopped talking and just watched Huang Ji rescue Michael.

At ten fifty-two, Michael stopped breathing, and after fifteen minutes passed, he determined that Michael's pulse had gone from weak to gone.

Although under modern medicine, it is still possible to be rescued, but that requires a lot of first aid equipment, such as electric current to stimulate artificial beating, such as inserting a pump-shaped balloon to stimulate blood circulation.

With the existing rudimentary conditions, it is almost impossible to rescue Michael.

However, he underestimated Huang Ji too much, and even Huang Ji was fully prepared last night.

I saw him take out a small bottle, extract the liquid inside with a syringe, and inject it directly into Michael's heart muscle. Michael was in cardiac arrest and the IV was useless.

Morey narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that this was an anticoagulant? Stop blood from clotting?

The color was wrong, and it turned out to be for injection, and there should be other medicines mixed in it.

While Huang Ji was doing this, Sophia put down her backpack and took out the pacemaker and defibrillator.

What? Morey was shocked. Why did this group of people still carry this thing?

What a joke, there is no ECG monitoring equipment, what's the use of just using a pacemaker to shock! Morey couldn't help but said.

Huang Jili didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and glanced at Michael with his naked eyes, constantly adjusting the voltage and pulse width of the pacemaker in his hands.

Boom! He pressed it very decisively.

Michael's condition was then visually checked and the voltage was adjusted again.

Boom! Huang Ji's actions were very decisive, which, in the eyes of any modern doctor, was all bullshit.

Because there is no testing equipment on site, not even an electrocardiogram, how dare you shock the patient by feeling?

Is this 'blind electricity'?

Morey was anxious on the surface, but secretly rejoiced in his heart: 'These are the people of the Messiah, they seem to have realized that something will happen to Michael, and made full preparations in advance. ’

But what's the use of rescue blindly like this? You will bear all the responsibility for Michael's death.

Morey was thinking so, but suddenly, Michael twitched, and his legs and arms made movements that he wanted to bend.

??? Morey was shocked, thinking that this should be a muscle reaction.

But the next second, Michael let out another groan.

how is this possible……

Morey looked at Michael in disbelief, and was already breathing weakly.

Although Michael was still unconscious, he was alive after all.

He is not out of the dangerous period yet, but the next thing can be handed over to the hospital. Huang Ji said calmly.

It's great! It's great! Sophia and the others threw themselves at the bedside, looking at Michael who came to life, excited.

They knew that Huang Ji had expected this kind of thing as early as yesterday, and prepared various drugs including anticoagulants overnight, and asked them to get a pacemaker.

Everyone arrived at the scene as early as 9:00 a.m., but because they were told that Michael was resting, and they were in the name of a fan representative, even with Williams as their inner responder, it was impossible to see him at all.

Finally, at 10:40, Huang Ji said repeatedly: If I don't see him again, he will die.

Then everyone was desperate, knocked over a few useless security guards, and broke in.

Sure enough, when they caught up, Michael had stopped breathing and stopped beating!

Under Huang Ji's calm rescue, their 'angel' temporarily regained his heartbeat and breathing.

But trouble has followed, and several of them have been pushed to the forefront.

The ambulance is here!

Emergency personnel at the hospital checked Michael's condition and carried him away immediately.

Huang Ji looked at Morey and said, I don't seem to be able to leave, right? I have to go to the hospital and wait for the police to come?

When...of course... Morey gave Huang Ji a deep look, as if on pins and needles.

Huang Ji took it out and grabbed it: I'm sorry, I don't want to go!

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