Charles blinked, and when he came back to himself, he found that he was in a brightly lit space.
Wait, which corridor had Schiller told him not to take?
A thick stench of blood drifted through the air, and agonized groans echoed in his ears. Once the discomfort from the lights faded, Charles was shocked to find that he seemed to have entered a living hell. Everything around him was blood-red, filled with the injured.
"What are you standing around for? Go get the tourniquets!!!" A furious roar came from beside him. Charles paused for several seconds before realizing it was directed at him.
"What? I..."
"Are you just going to stand there and watch them die?! Go get the tourniquets from next door! Now!"
Charles instinctively reached out to scan brainwaves, only to find all kinds of chaotic thoughts flooding into his mind.
It hurts so much! Help..., emergency hemostasis! Tie it off now, hurry..., heart rate! Watch the heart rate!, am I going to die..., pain, pain, pain..., it's over, it's over...
This mass of disorderly emotions surged into Charles's mind, leaving him frozen in place for a long time. It was not until someone shoved him that he snapped out of it.
"Go help hold that patient down! He has acute cerebral hemorrhaging and he's about to shake himself off the bed..."
Charles turned around, but the nurse who had just spoken to him had already sprinted away. Hearing the commotion behind the privacy screen, Charles hurried over and found someone convulsing uncontrollably on a bed.
He read the man's brainwaves and found that he was not thinking about anything at all. Charles immediately knew that the convulsions were an instinctive physical response, probably caused by massive bleeding in the brain.
There were only two female nurses