My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 588: Chapter 580: Alive Chapter 588: Chapter 580: Alive He didn’t believe it until he touched his hand to the woman’s neck and felt some warmth and the faint throbbing of her carotid artery.

“Bro, could she be a reanimated corpse?”

The baldie asked cautiously, truly scared enough to pee his pants.

“Reanimated my ass!”

The chubby man slapped the baldie again.

“This woman isn’t dead, she’s alive.”

“Alive?”

Upon hearing that she was alive, the baldie was no longer afraid.

“Yeah, being alive is good, being alive is good, just as long as she isn’t a reanimated corpse.”

People sure are strange.

Even those who do heinous things every day, committing all sorts of atrocities, aren’t afraid of the living but are scared of the dead and ghosts.

The baldie crawled over and cautiously put his hand under the woman’s nose.

At first he didn’t feel anything, but soon, he did.

“Bro, she’s really alive.”

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The chubby man glared at the bald one again, but it was a waste because there wasn’t much light in the car; the only light they had came from outside.

His glare was truly wasted.

“Bro, what should we do?”

Seeing that the woman was alive, the baldie sat down in the back of the car, “Should we strangle her to death and bury her?”

“Strangle your head?”

The chubby man gritted his teeth, “I really want to strangle you.

It’s not enough that you don’t put on weight, but you also lack a brain?”

“But…” The baldie thought he hadn’t misspoken.

They were supposed to handle a dead body, not a living one.

If they didn’t strangle her, what else were they supposed to do, bury her alive?

“Bro, are we really going to bury her alive?”

The baldie instinctively touched his neck.

How painful would it be if he were buried alive?

It would be better to strangle someone first.

Thud!

The chubby man hit the steering wheel with his head.

If it were possible for him to cough up blood from anger, he would probably have coughed up a kilogram of blood by now.

He had met stupid people, but never anyone as stupid as this.

He had met people who deserved a beating, but never anyone who made him want to choke them right then and there.

Was this person really that stupid?

How hadn’t he noticed before?

Or was it that this stupidity had only recently come on?

Did he need to see a doctor?

Meanwhile, the baldie truly couldn’t find anything wrong with what he’d said.

Wasn’t it obvious?

If they didn’t strangle her, what else could they do?

“Bro, you tell me what we should do.

I’ll follow your instructions.”

Luckily, the baldie wasn’t completely stupid.

Otherwise, the chubby man couldn’t guarantee that if he said another word, he wouldn’t get kicked out of the car.

But for once, the baldie did something smart.

This saved him from being strangled by the chubby man, who’d been ready to kill him.

“First, we’ve got to get some water into her.”

While continuing to drive, the chubby man took command.

She was alive now; they couldn’t kill her.

“Okay,” the baldie quickly took out a bottle of water, fumbled in the dark, and found her mouth.

If he hadn’t, where else could he have poured the water—through her nostrils?

He placed the water bottle to the woman’s mouth.

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“Bro, she can drink.”

The baldie’s excited shout made him feel as if he’d just saved someone’s life.

He felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

He poured quite a bit of water down.

The woman’s breathing was now much stronger than before.

No wonder he’d mistaken her for dead earlier — her breath had been faint and inconsistent.

It turns out the woman was really lucky to be alive.

Now that her breathing was smooth, her life seemed likely to be saved.

“That’s enough, give her some more.”

The baldie again picked up the water bottle and helped her drink.

Drinking a bit more could only help.

Living was always better than dying.

After all, the good things in life could only be enjoyed by the living.

Once dead, you’d have nothing.

Although living wasn’t always better than death, everyone wanted to live.

The comings and goings in hospitals made it clear that many people wanted to live just one more day, even if it drained them.

It’s not easy to live, but is dying any easier?

The baldie again gave Tang Yuxin a lot of water, which probably went in too fast.

“Cough…”

Tang Yuxin coughed heavily.

But even that small amount of water was restoring her life force.

She was coming back to life, and she was really lucky — she had almost died.

To Tong Shu, she had indeed died.

But she was still gasping for breath, which Tong Shu had mistaken for death.

Tong Shu didn’t even think to check properly at the time.

If he had, he would’ve found a pulse.

He was too nervous and scared then, so once he thought she had no breath left, he thought she was dead.

Of course, he rushed to dispose of Tang Yuxin’s body because he was afraid others would find out.

He didn’t have time to examine her properly.

If he’d taken a few more minutes, he might have realized that she wasn’t dead.

Now while she had died in his eyes, in reality, she was alive.

However, sometimes trying to stay alive is harder.

If someone else had been in her situation, they might consider it better to have died in the first place.

She’d have been buried in the end, laying beneath a pile of yellow soil, having not suffered much in life.

After death, she wouldn’t feel anything but dust.

After all, staying alive often comes at a high price.

Like these two men, they wouldn’t just let Tang Yuxin go because she wasn’t dead.

They also wouldn’t have buried her because burying a person alive equals killing.

These two just do odd jobs for people, cleaning up after their wrongdoing.

The atrocious acts aren’t committed by them.

The most they can be classified as are accomplices.

Even if there’s retribution in the future, it won’t be on them.

“Bro, what should we do with this woman?”

The baldie asked the chubby man again.

He’d learned something and stopped being so stupid.

If he continued, he might truly end up being kicked out of the car.

“What else can we do?” The chubby man kept driving, whistling as he went along.

Clearly, his mood was quite good.

“Even though she’s a little ugly, she’s still a woman.

Selling her could get us a few thousand yuan.”

“Right,” The baldie slapped his palm, “Bro, you’re so smart.”