The early arrival of Michael at the Rose Garden Hotel in London did not attract any fans.

The news was blocked very well, which allowed Michael to finally have a good rest in the room.

He was too tired. He was still rehearsing yesterday afternoon and rushed to London at night. He couldn't fall asleep while on the plane. When he arrived at the hotel at 1:00 a.m., he almost didn't want to do anything and was anxious in bed.

"I'm too tired Morey, I need sleep." Michael asked his doctor for help.

His personal doctor Morey asked, "Why are you determined to come to London?"

Michael said: "This is my last concert. I'm in so bad health. I don't want this concert to disappoint my fans. I have to come here in advance to get used to the venue."

Morey said without comment: "You are addicted to propofol. I haven't injected it for two days. You should quit it, Michael..."

Michael closed his eyes and agreed, and Morey then injected him with 10 mg of tranquilization to help him fight anxiety.

Half an hour later, Michael was still anxiously unable to sleep in bed, and suddenly opened his eyes and told me: "Morey, during the day, maybe fans come to me, and my assistant Williams will screen out the fan representatives. If I fall asleep, let them wait."

Morey asked, "You are so tired and want to see fans?"

"So I need sleep now, Morey," Michael said.

"You fought An Ding, it was completely useless." Morey said.

Michael closed his eyes and said, "You have a way, right?"

"Of course." Morey smiled. He put 2 mg of lorazepam in saline for injection, which is another drug with the same effect as Vanding tablets.

Then he notified the security guards and assistants in the hotel that Michael would rest and no one was seen.

At 3:30 in the morning, Michael still fell asleep, and Morey injected another 2 mg dose of midazolam. This was another powerful sedative.

Two more hours later, Morey added 2 mg of lorazepam.

Two hours later, Morey was injected with another 2 mg of midazolam.

In this way, the mixture of various drugs is constantly accumulating.

Finally, at 10 o'clock in the morning, Michael still didn't fall asleep and was still extremely anxious.

"I'm very upset, Morey, let me fall asleep quickly, propofol, I need it," Michael said.

"You are resistant to it, and the dosage needs to be more effective," Morey said.

"Then more!" Michael demanded firmly.

Morey nodded and directly pulled out 25 mg of propofol in the drip. He watched the drug being sent into Michael's body for a full ten minutes, and suddenly he left.

"I'll go to the bathroom, Michael."

Morey walked into the toilet and spent two minutes inside. He looked at his watch before he walked out.

At this time, Michael had stopped breathing.

At this time, at 10:52.

He touched Michael's pulse for fifteen minutes before he stood up and called him a private clinic far away in the United States, but the person he was looking for was not in the clinic.

Afterwards, he called another patient of his own, who, to be precise, was a rich man.

The other party said: "You shouldn't call me. I'm just a patient. I can't have any advice on Michael's condition. You are the doctor."

"Perhaps you should call his assistant and suggest him call an ambulance."

Morey said: "For both reason and reason, I should call an ambulance immediately, rather than calling his assistant first."

"A celebrity must be responsible for his privacy. He can handle the problems internally and rely on a private doctor to solve them. He definitely doesn't want the hospital to know first. If something really happens, you are a manslaughter." The other party said.

Morey said, "I understand."

He had just hung up the phone, but at this moment, Huang Ji broke in first, with Sophia and others following closely, and Williams was also among them.

Williams is Michael's assistant and a member of the Messiah.

Morey's reaction was quick, and while pressing Michael, he was doing CPR to him, shouting: "You're here just right, Williams, come here quickly, he has adverse reactions."

Williams rushed to Michael and looked at his pulse, his face instantly ashamed.

"He has no heartbeat..."

Morey continued to work hard on CPR and said, "It can be rescued! It can be rescued! He will be fine, I can feel a pulse on his thigh!"

Williams nodded in panic and stared at Morey for rescuing Michael.

Seeing this, Sophia angrily said, "Call an ambulance!"

Williams quickly took out his cell phone and called an ambulance.

However, at the same time, Huang Ji pushed Morey away with one move.

"What are you doing? Who are you? Go out! Michael needs rescue!" Morey roared anxiously with sweat on his head.

Huang Ji sneered, and the first thing he did was to pull out the needle inserted into Michael's body, which was a bit of saline mixed with propofol.

"Since there are adverse reactions to the drug, shouldn't you stop injecting it first when you rescue it?"

Huang Ji's words left Morey speechless.

For a moment, everyone was staring at the private doctor.

Is this a rescuer? While saying that the drug has adverse reactions, I forgot to pull out the needle?

Huang Ji didn't pay much attention to Morey. The second thing he did was to take out four needles and insert them around Michael's heart.

Then he took out a thicker steel needle and poked Michael's fingertips and toes, allowing them to slowly drip blood.

Morey frowned and said, "What are you doing? Don't do it nonsense! Michael must be rescued immediately..."

He wanted to step forward, but was pinned by Pabloso.

"Who are you? You will kill Michael like this, Williams. If you let them do whatever they want, what if something happens!" Morey yelled, but he did not struggle fiercely.

Obviously, with the arrogant intervention of this group of people, he was not manslaughtering, but the intentional murder of this group of people.

Williams looked at Sophia and said, "Who is this person?"

He was asking Huang Ji, and Sophia said, "He is also a doctor."

Morey stopped talking and just watched Huang Ji rescue Michael.

At 10:52, Michael stopped breathing, and fifteen minutes later, he confirmed that Michael's pulse went from weak to disappear.

Although under modern medicine, this is still possible to be rescued, it requires a large number of first aid instruments, such as electric current stimulating artificial pulsation, such as inserting a pump-shaped balloon to stimulate blood circulation.

With the existing simple conditions, it is almost impossible to rescue Michael.

However, he underestimated Huang Ji too much, and even Huang Ji made full preparations last night.

He took out a small bottle, took out the liquid inside with a syringe, and injected it directly into Michael's myocardium. Michael had cardiac arrest and the intravenous injection was useless.

Morey narrowed his eyes and thought to himself whether this was an anticoagulant that prevents blood from coagulation?

It depends on the wrong color, and it is actually for injection, so there should be other medicines mixed in it.

Just as Huang Ji did this, Sofia put down her backpack and took out her pacemaker and defibrillator.

"What?" Morey was shocked. Why did these people still carry this thing?

"What a joke? Without electrocardiogram monitoring equipment, what's the use of electric shock with just pacemakers!" Morey couldn't help but say.

Huang Jili didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked at Michael with his naked eyes, constantly adjusting the pacemaker's voltage and pulse width in his hands.

"Dong!" He pressed it very decisively.

Then, visually measured Michael's situation and adjusted the voltage again.

"Dong!" Huang Ji's movements were very decisive. In the eyes of any modern doctor, this was just a random act.

Because there is no testing equipment on site and there is not even an electrocardiogram, how dare you shock the patient based on your feelings?

Is this a 'blind electricity'?

Morey was anxious on the surface, but secretly rejoiced in his heart: 'These are Messiahs, they seem to have realized that something might happen to Michael and have made sufficient preparations in advance.'

"But what's the use of blind rescue like this? You will take all the responsibility for Michael's death."

Morey was thinking about it, but suddenly, Michael twitched, and his legs and arms made the moves he wanted to bend.

"???" Morey was shocked and thought that this should be a muscle reaction.

But the next second, Michael let out another moan.

"How is it possible..."

Morey looked at Michael incredibly and began to breathe faintly.

Although Michael was still unconscious, he was alive after all.

"He has not yet escaped from the danger period, but the next thing can be handed over to the hospital." Huang Ji said calmly.

"That's great! That's great!" Sophia and others rushed to the bed, looking at Michael who had come alive, excited.

They knew that Huang Ji had expected this as early as yesterday, and he prepared various drugs including anticoagulants overnight, and asked them to get an electrocardiogram.

Everyone arrived at the scene at 9:00 a.m., but because they were told that Michael was resting, they could not see Williams in the name of fans.
To be continued...