"I... " Bai Daxiang seemed to be more composed than others. Even the sight of the corpse that had been brought here didn't affect him. "My name is Zhao Shoupu. I'm a doctor. You should be able to tell from my attire. He reached out and pulled at his dirty white coat, continuing, "Before coming here, I was operating on a woman. That lady had a tumor in her body. The tumor was growing rapidly and had been continuously enlarging for nearly half a year, causing mild hydrocele. If it's not treated promptly, there will be a risk to her life." The surgical approach I chose was the one for releasing the leaf-shaped tumor. Under CT guidance, I directly reached the full-thickness tumor. In fact, every time such a surgery was performed, it was accompanied by a high risk of bleeding. However, that lady chose to take the risk in order to be with her young son for a long time. "Generally speaking, in order to maintain the sterility of the operating room environment, there should be no drafts at all. But unexpectedly, something much more serious happened." When the earthquake struck, I had just removed the lady's skull and was cutting the hard bone. If there was any problem at this step, it would very likely cause her serious injuries and leave her with long-term sequelae. "I made a split-second decision to terminate the operation and temporarily put the lady's skull back. Otherwise, in such a dusty environment, her life would be in danger." But I wasn't so desperate as I thought. I couldn't even stand steadily. How could I accurately and precisely put the small piece of skull back? "The nurse beside me bumped into me and I fell around. Everyone couldn't keep their balance. In the panic, I could only first use the sterile bed to cover the lady's head, and then immediately turn around to organize everyone to leave. But at this moment, I was hit by a medical cart and fell to the ground." "Before I could regain my footing, the ceiling of the operating room had already cracked open. I immediately lost consciousness." After hearing the doctor's account, everyone's face turned pale. In this story, he used a lot of medical oils. Among these words, if there is one that is of Tang Dynasty origin, it will be impossible for anyone to tell it apart from others. "Doctor Zhao, where are you from?" The muscular man asked casually. "I don't think it's my duty to answer your probing questions," Doctor Zhao replied. "My story has been told." The man with the wall lock opened his mouth but said nothing. "Is it my turn now?" A boy with glasses blinked his eyes for a moment and said, "My name is Han Jianguo. I'm a..." "Wait a minute," the Goat Head suddenly interrupted Zhang Yuankuo's speech. The driver of the practice car was startled as he drove around the corner. He turned his head back in confusion. "What, what's the matter?" "It's time for the 'Half-Time Break' now," said the Goathead with a sneering smile. "Take a twenty-minute break now." Everyone was somewhat at a loss as to what to do. At this juncture, how could there still be "intermission time"? Qi glanced at the seat at the center of the table. From then on till now, half an hour had passed. It was now half past twelve. "So this 'rest' is mandatory," Qi Yi silently thought to herself. "When it's half past twelve, no matter whether the narrator decides or not, the game will have been going on for thirty minutes. Now, just for rest, it's twenty minutes? That's too much!" Qi just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I know this is not something for you to worry about." He knew that this was not something he needed to concern himself with. The organizer of this game, Mu Lai, is simply a lunatic. There's no need to think about it from a normal person's perspective. So he could only wash himself over and over again in his mind. My name is Li Ming. I'm from Shandong Province. Only by repeating this passage to oneself countless times can one speak it out fluently when it's one's turn to tell. Everyone is waiting quietly, perplexed and puzzled. It's called "a halftime break", but the atmosphere of the crowd is even more tense. "Excuse me... Can we speak?" the muscular man asked the goat-head.
"Oh, sure. Right now it's your free time. I have no right to interfere." The muscular man nodded his head and then turned to Doctor Zhao, saying, "Doctor Zhao, you must be from that place, right?" Doctor Zhao's expression turned somber: "I say, you seem to have been dissatisfied with me from the very beginning. Why do I have to tell you where I'm from?" "Don't misunderstand me. I don't have any such thing." The man in good health said in a deep voice. "The more you say, the stronger the authenticity will be. Since everyone has mentioned their hometowns, you don't need to be evasive anymore, right?" "The more you say, the stronger the authenticity?" The doctor shook his head in denial. "I only know that 'the more you speak, the more you say'. If the rule is correct, there's no problem with my current account. Besides, I don't believe you're the one who's doing this." "This statement is somewhat biased." The man in good health said. "There are nine people present, and only one is an enemy. If you cooperate well with everyone and help me, we can work together to expose that liar. Now that you're getting sicker and sicker, it's only getting worse. I've asked you twice already. Do you still want him to be sick?" The man in good health seemed very good at asking questions. With just a few words, he led Doctor Zhao into a dead end. His sincerity was very obvious. Only those who are "masters of their own words" don't need to trust others. After all, they know who they are. If doctors continue to conceal patients' illnesses, they will instead become the target of public criticism. But how could someone who could become a fellow doctor be a mere ordinary person? As soon as he heard the question, the man replied coldly, "Then answer me first. Who are you? What do you do?" "Me?" The muscular man was taken aback by the doctor's sudden counter-question. His expression was somewhat unnatural. "Yes. Since you didn't ask me anything after I told you, I can also ask you something before you tell me." Doctor Zhao smiled and said, "Is this fair?" The tough man thought for a moment, nodded and said, "You're right. I have nothing to offer him. My name is Zhi Shangwu. I'm a criminal police officer." As soon as he spoke, everyone turned to look at him. At this juncture, the words "penitentiary management" gave everyone an unexpected sense of security that they could not have imagined. "Are you a policeman?" !" The doctor was momentarily stunned. No wonder from the very beginning I felt that this man was striving for something. He was also the first one to propose that "we should ensure that everyone survives", and perhaps he really wanted to rescue everyone out. The doctor's attitude has changed quite a lot now: "If that's the case, then I'd like to correct my previous remarks. I'm from Jiangsu Province." At this moment, Hu Zhi'an's face looked rather pale: "I say, Doctor Zhao, you should believe this Li Caiyi?" "Sure?" Doctor Zhao looked at Zhao Zhihuo with confusion. "What do you mean?" Zhao Zhihuo tapped the table with his hand behind his back and said in a mild tone, "There's no need to talk about 'time' now. In other words... everyone can speak freely now."