"Lin Chen! Get up!"
A harsh voice rang out.
A nurse stood at the door, eyes full of contempt.
"The emergency ward is short-handed. Stop pretending to be dead."
Lin Chen stood and followed her.
The moment he stepped into the ward, whispers filled the air.
"That's him? The useless intern?"
"He almost killed a patient last week."
"Why hasn't he been fired yet?"
Lin Chen ignored them all.
Suddenly—
"Doctor! Someone collapsed!"
A middle-aged man lay on a stretcher, face pale, lips purple, breath barely there.
The heart monitor screamed.
Beep—
Beep—
Doctors rushed over.
"Blood pressure dropping!"
"Cardiac failure!"
The attending physician, Dr. Wang, frowned deeply.
"Prepare the ICU."
After a brief examination, his expression turned ugly.
"His condition is too severe."
"Even surgery won't save him."
The patient's family broke down in tears.
"So… that's it?"
Dr. Wang hesitated, then shook his head.
"We'll do what we can."
At that moment, a calm voice cut through the chaos.
"He's not dead yet."
Everyone turned.
Lin Chen stepped forward.
"He still has a chance."
Dr. Wang laughed coldly.
"You?"
"A trash intern like you?"
Lin Chen met his gaze, eyes steady.
"Three minutes."
"If you delay any longer—"
"He dies."
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