Rise From The Doom Chapter 393

After the cleaning lady found Dr. Liu, she fell down in fright. The way she tied him up scared her. The first thing she did was not wake Dr. Liu up, but ran to the security guard.

Half an hour had pa.s.sed since he found the security guard and woke Dr. Liu up. Doctor Liu did not care about the image of him wearing a pair of underwear and rushed to the President's office in a flurry. After a flurry of movements, the President rushed to the 18th floor with more than twenty security guards.

"Where is he?" The dean had a pair of thick eyes. He did not look like he was from the academy, so his tall figure was only 1.9 meters tall. However, there was only one word when he looked at the back: Beast!

"President!" Outside the ward, the two staff members looked at the princ.i.p.al who was in an aggressive mood and did not dare to stop him. However, when they saw Doctor Liu's disheveled clothes, they were stunned for a moment.

Isn't Dr. Liu in there? When did you get out? To be together with the princ.i.p.al, did he seem to be in such a bad mood that he was bullied? As he suddenly recalled his master's habit, a bad thought flashed across his mind, 'Could it be that the soap was picked up?' The more they thought about it, the more they felt that it was possible.

"Where is he?" The dean suddenly shut his mouth as he looked at the bottle containing the solution with an expression of disbelief. Dr. Liu, who was following them, had the same expression on his face. His mouth was wide open, his eyes were bulging, and the tension and tension on his face quickly turned into shock.

The two beautiful doctors were surprised to see so many people rus.h.i.+ng in. Just as they were hesitating whether they should turn around or not, they saw Doctor Liu. They were a little puzzled as to why he had changed his clothes in the blink of an eye.

Dr. Liu did not have the time to notice the strange gazes of the two female doctors. His attention was completely focused on the young man in the container.

The young man was in a coma as he was immersed in the crystal clear liquid which had no effect on him. The marks of rope binding on the surface of his skin indicated that he had encountered danger. One of his hands hung limply by his side. Although Doctor Liu did not see what had happened, seeing the young man's appearance allowed him to reconstruct what had happened in an instant.

The young man had only met him once, so there was no doubt about it. The two nurses and the staff would definitely be able to tell the difference between the masquerading ones, but since they were together with the young man, they would definitely not dare to ask any questions, and would only suppress their doubts to the bottom of their hearts. The impostor had successfully tricked everyone, knocked the young man out, taken possession of the treatment solution, and then, before they appeared again, disappeared.

"Is the young master alright?" The dean looked at Doctor Liu. His field was brain, but as the dean, the other departments more or less knew about him. He could tell that the youth was fine, but his ident.i.ty was too important so he had to confirm it again.

"Young master is fine." Doctor Liu was very sure. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "It's just that the solution has lost its effect. I'm afraid —"

"To exchange a portion of Heart Healing Solution for a portion of Heart Healing Solution. It is incomparably effective before Young Master wakes up. Heal your arm, do you understand?" The dean's face had already returned to its calm state. The two security guards who were inspecting the area returned and gestured to him with their hands, indicating that no one was around.

"Understood!" Doctor Liu said loudly. He knew that the dean did not want to blow up this matter. Although the [B] cla.s.s Healing Solution was expensive, as long as he placed it on his young master, everything would be perfect.

Since he was able to enter and leave the hospital without anyone's permission, losing a treatment solution was better than losing his life. The dean chose to settle the matter peacefully.

"Immediately go to the 17th floor and get a [C] cla.s.s Healing Solution." Doctor Liu said to the two doctors, while he himself personally operated the knife to give the young man a sleeping shot. First let him sleep for six hours, otherwise he would not know what to do once he wakes up.

"The two of you, stand here. Have you seen anyone appear?" the dean suddenly asked when he reached the door.

"Reporting to the dean, no." Even now, the two of them still didn't know why the dean had rushed up, so they didn't dare to ask. They only felt that these people were weird and weird.

"Think again. Has anyone come in or gone out?" The dean asked again.

"No one. Oh, only Dr. Liu has just left — ah!" The doctor who spoke suddenly exclaimed in shock. Looking at the busy Doctor Liu in the children's ward, he was dumbfounded.

Since Doctor Liu was in the ward, who was the one who left?

"The two of you, guard the door. No strangers are allowed in without your ident.i.ties being confirmed. Also, let's bury the previous matter in our stomachs, understand?" The dean immediately understood what was going on. Shock and admiration filled their hearts. This person who stole the Healing Solution didn't leave earlier, but had left openly under their noses without anyone noticing?

If one did not have the guts, they would definitely not dare to do such a thing.

… ….

"Where is he? "Where did you go?"

On the wall, there was a large map, impressively, it was a map of the vicinity of the clinic. On the map, there were all kinds of pictures of varying sizes, connecting the pictures and maps to form lines, all in a row, some red while some blue.

Some of the pages had already been turned upside down, while others were emitting the fragrance of ink. The tea cup on the table was no longer steaming, and the tea cup was still full without a single sip. On the other hand, the ashtray was filled to the brim with cigarette b.u.t.ts, unable to find any place to put them.

Five ran out in front, seven ran out in the back, one died, thirteen people, the numbers were completely matched. Liu Wei An was either among the thirteen, or at the clinic, which had already been thoroughly checked out. There was no place to hide, no bas.e.m.e.nt, no cellar, no storage for drugs, only two exits leading to the outside world were only a gate, one was a drainpipe, and the drainpipe was as thick as a person's thigh.

The clinic shot Liu Wei An among the twelve, but he carefully recalled that other than these twelve people, there was no one else.

The strange thing was, all twelve of them had been captured, and their ident.i.ties had been confirmed. Not a single one of them was Liu Wei An. Yan Deming Ming had a headache as to how Liu Wei An had managed to hide himself among these twelve.

It was impossible for humans to disappear into thin air, and it was also impossible for humans to leave in the form of flies or mosquitoes.

The twelve of them were all real people. There was no problem with their ident.i.ties, nor did they disguise themselves. The probability of them being Liu Wei An was zero.

"The number is right, and so is the people. Where did you go?" Yan Deming withdrew his gaze from the wall and sat down on a chair. He felt that his IQ couldn't keep up. He wanted to light a cigarette, but found that there was only one box left, the cigarette was gone. He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a long cigarette b.u.t.t and lit it up. He took a deep drag of the cigarette, and after a long while, white mist gushed out from his nose.

He could still smoke after smoking. If he could continue smoking like this, then how much money would he be able to save after a year? Yan Deming thought to himself.

"No, the numbers are wrong!" Yan Deming suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of pleasant surprise.

There were 13 hostages, 2 gangsters, 2 old people, 1 middle-aged woman, 3 young men, 4 half-dead mercenaries, 1 university student, excluding the dead gangsters, there were 12 people left, including the policewoman who volunteered to be the hostage, 13, including Liu Weian himself, 14.

He had kept his mind fixed on these fourteen people, but had left out one key person, the doctor at the clinic, the man who had called the police.

Thinking of this, he became abnormally excited. He had a feeling that the answer to the riddle was not far away. He checked all the photos and all the files as quickly as he could, and sure enough, the doctor from the clinic was nowhere to be seen.

"a.s.saulting all hostages, focusing on the doctor at the clinic." Yan De Ming gave the order and drove to the clinic. There was still water on the ground, mixed with the smell of blood and medicine. It was very pungent. Ten minutes later, Yan Deming came out, standing at the door to simulate Liu Wei An's modus operandi. If he was Liu Wei An, what should he do?

An hour later, the a.s.sault came to an end, and almost half of the people were certain that the doctor was in the hospital. They didn't go out, and a few said that they had seen the doctor's body and that the doctor was dead.

Soon after, the people checking the monitor also reported back. There was a video of the doctor entering the clinic, but there was no sign of him leaving. It was 100% certain that the doctor hadn't left yet.

If they wanted to see him alive, they wanted to see his corpse. If the doctor was in the clinic, then what about him? Yan Deming could faintly feel that he was one step closer to the truth.

"To the hospital!"

The driver, who was out of the army, had driven the cars smoothly for several of his superiors. After arriving at the support room, Yan Deming took big steps and ran towards the policewoman's ward.

"Director!" The policewoman was surprised to see him and struggled to get up.

"Don't move, I'm just here to look at you. Right now, the case has just occurred and everyone is still on their cell phones. If it was any other time, I might not have had the chance to meet with them." Yan Deming pressed his hands together and said, "I came to see you this time, and also wanted to get to know you …"

Half an hour later, Yan Deming walked out of the ward, told his driver and a few policemen to come over, and then walked towards the morgue.

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