Am I still at the scene of the car accident?

Am I still inside the car?

Eric Carter wondered in his heart.

Very soon,

the sound of police sirens came, along with the sound of fire trucks,

and finally, the familiar sound of an ambulance siren that made Eric Carter feel a sense of relief.

Eric Carter sensed that his body was being moved, and the temperature nearby was a bit high, probably because they were cutting open his car to rescue him.

Eric Carter had participated in quite a few rescue operations like this, so he was familiar with some of the procedures.

What a pity, the cake in his trunk, and the Children's Day party for the kids at the orphanage, would all have to be canceled.

“Dr. Carter!”

A familiar voice called out.

It should be Dr. Brooks from the hospital.

Eric Carter let out a long sigh of relief in his heart. At least, he had managed to keep his life. This could be considered a sudden misfortune, at the very least.

There were also a few nurses' voices nearby, but it was too noisy, so Eric Carter couldn't hear them clearly.

But then, one sentence from Dr. Brooks made Eric Carter's heart suddenly sink to the bottom!

“Dr. Carter has lost all vital signs.”

No,

I'm not dead!

I'm not dead yet!

I'm not dead!!

Eric Carter screamed desperately in his heart!

He wasn't dead, he was still conscious, he wasn't dead!

Next, Eric Carter sensed that someone was performing CPR on him. He could feel the heavy compressions, but he couldn't open his eyes, nor could he speak.

He wasn't dead,

he hoped they would quickly realize he wasn't dead!

But after a flurry of activity,

Eric Carter heard the sound of several familiar nurses crying,

and Dr. Brooks punched the nearby car door, clearly in deep grief.

Hey!

Don't give up!

Don't give up, please!

I'm not dead!

I should just be in a state of suspended animation right now,

too much blood loss?

Severely injured?

But I'm really not dead!

I should still be breathing, my heart should still be beating!

Eric Carter roared madly in his heart.

But then, he sensed that he was being lifted onto a stretcher, probably being taken into the ambulance.

Immediately after, he heard the sound of the ambulance starting up.

The nurses in the back of the ambulance were still crying.

But to Eric Carter's ears, those cries were especially grating,

he wasn't dead yet,

why were they crying!

Why cry!

Look at me again,

look at me again,

check again,

I'm not dead!

The ambulance stopped,

and then Eric Carter heard the voice of a hospital leader:

“Is little Carter really gone just like that?”

“The car accident was very serious, Dr. Carter was too badly injured, lost too much blood, and has been confirmed dead.”

“Really? He's just gone like that?” Another deputy director still couldn't believe it.

“Little Carter is gone.” This was the voice of a department head. “I just checked again.”

I'm not dead!

You bunch of quacks!

I'm not dead!

You bastards!

Bastards!

Eric Carter cursed endlessly in his heart. At this moment, the people around him were no longer his colleagues, nor his friends, and certainly not his superiors or elders,

they actually believed he was already dead,

but can a dead person still hear and feel things?

I'm not dead!

You bastards,

animals,

I'm not dead!

Save me!

Save me!

The stretcher started moving, everything around was quiet, and the temperature was gradually dropping.

“Xiaoya, don't be too sad. The director said the hospital will hold a memorial for Dr. Carter tomorrow.”

“Sister Suqin, I just can't believe it. A person, just gone like that. Dr. Carter was such a good person, how could he be gone just like that.”

“Life is unpredictable, anything can happen at any time. Try to look on the bright side.”

After the two nurses finished speaking, they left.

All around,

it was empty,

that chilling coldness

was so clear.

Eric Carter kept struggling, kept trying to resist, he wanted to wake up, he desperately wanted to make a sound.

But what he felt now was like sleep paralysis—no matter how hard he tried, his body simply wouldn't obey him.

In the end,

he gave up in despair,

he was tired,

and exhausted,

he knew where he was now,

in the hospital's

morgue.

……

When Eric Carter “woke up” again, he sensed a faint coolness on his face, and the stinging pain was very clear.

“Is the makeup done yet?” someone asked nearby.

“Don't rush, just wait. He was hit so badly, how could the makeup be done so quickly?”

“The hospital is urging us, they need to send him to the memorial soon.”

“Why don't you do it, then?”

The mortuary makeup artist seemed a bit angry, applying makeup even more forcefully. Of course, their client was a dead person, and dead people naturally wouldn't complain about pain, nor did they have to worry about getting complaints. They just needed to make sure the living saw the results.

Eric Carter no longer had the strength to struggle,

he just stayed there quietly,