Prison Break Notes
A so-called medical mishap plunged Zhou Yi into a living hell—who would come forward to prove his innocence and clear his name? He believed that escape, pursuit, and revenge were his inevitable fate. Yet when he awoke one day, he discovered that the world he lived in was nothing but a stream of data... And Zhou Yi himself had become nothing more than a slave identified by a string of numbers. Should he resign himself to this reality, or rise up in defiance? For those interested, there is a reader discussion group at 282025022. If you dislike waiting for updates, you may enjoy my completed previous works: the emergency physician transmigration novel "The Great Healer," and the forensic detective story "Speaking for the Dead."
Prison Break Notes
Midtown City Courthouse.
The judge's face was contorted with anger as he gripped his gavel, pounding the bench forcefully and shouting, "Order! Defendant Zhou Yi, during Mr. Jennifer's surgery, why did you fail to suture the inferior vena cava, resulting in Mr. Jennifer's death?"
In the dock stood a tall, thin man of Chinese descent. His curly hair was tied back, and his handsome face bore a look of agitation. He clung tightly to the rail before him, his knuckles white.
"No, I am certain I sutured the inferior vena cava during the operation. Jennifer's injuries from the car accident were severe. During the procedure, I removed the shattered spleen, located the damaged inferior vena cava, excised a portion, and performed a double-layer suture. Before closing the abdomen, I meticulously checked for any bleeding. I am a doctor; I was saving a life. I would never have neglected this! Furthermore, if the inferior vena cava had not been sutured, Jennifer would not have survived even a few hours—she would have gone into hemorrhagic shock and died within minutes. None of this makes sense; it simply doesn’t add up!"
The judge raised his eyes, peering at the impassioned Zhou Yi through the gap in his spectacles. His eyelids drooped slightly; this explanation seemed to leave him unmoved, showing not the slightest interest in uncovering the truth. He spoke with indifference.
"Yet, none of the nurses or surgical assistants from Johns Hopkins Hospital who worked with you that day saw you suture the vessel. How
