Chapter 3: The Spicy Cop
*Beep Beep* *Beep Beep*
The patient monitoring system echoed its usual beeping sounds as it measured the heart rate of a frail, pale and thin woman lying on the bed of a spacious and a highly advanced infirmary.
It didn't belong to any public or private hospital. Rather, it was part of a lavish and luxurious lab equipped with all sorts of life-saving cutting edge devices.
It was owned by a certain rich but a cruel and cunning doctor. The underworld had nicknamed him the 'The Devil Doctor.'
Right at this moment, the devil doctor was observing his patient in question: A woman who had saved his life by taking a bullet for him two years back. She had been lying in a coma ever since.
The bullet had narrowly missed her heart, but it had done some damage nevertheless. It was a race against time to save her life but Mingshen had pulled it off.
"The vitals are the same," Mingshen's assistant, Lu Bojing, said as he noted down his report.
"I want to know if you got a suitable heart for her," Mingshen twirled the scalpel around his finger.
"...No. Her dextrocardia condition ma- makes it difficult," he pursed his lips.
Mingshen did save her life, and pulled her out from the most critical moment. But to bring her out of the coma, a heart transplant was necessary.
The congenital condition of the tip of her heart located at the right side of the body instead of the normal left created further difficulty to the surgery. Right now, she was surviving completely on Mingshen's life support system.