Cara Membuka Lift Rumah Sakit の小説・ストーリー

Ditipu mertua dan Suami Part 40 Pintu lift sudah terbuka tapi Dokter Fikri memencet tombol angka 5, pintu pun tertutup kembali dan lift berjalan naik. "Dok, kok naik lagi?"

"Just stay away from the fourth floor. Nobody goes up there without Dr. Christian’s direct clearance. It is completely locked down. His thumbprint and retinal scan are the only things that open that floor from the inside or outside." "Thank you for telling me," I said, trying to sound grateful while my brain scrambled for a backup plan. Only Dr. Christian could open it. That changed everything for the raid. I needed to get this information to the guys immediately, but I could not risk using my phone while standing right next to a staff member. The elevator stopped at the third floor, and the nurse got out. I quickly followed her, pretending I needed to change my mop water.

His eyes darted between me and the car so I leaned around him and opened the door. The entire ride he nearly squeezed my hand so hard I thought it might pop off my wrist. When it came time to go to our room I wasn’t quite sure how to explain an elevator. We stood outside it and I drew a deep breath. “This is a lift that will move us up to a higher floor. You saw how tall the building was, taking the stairs would be too much. With this lift we can move to a higher floor fast and bring our things easily,” I explained. It was about the most dumbed down version of an elevator I could possibly think of saying.

"Yes, ma'am. You have an appointment in ten minutes. Please, follow the first corridor and you'll see the lift. It's the 28th floor and his assistant Mr Addison will receive you there." "Okay, thanks..." Thanking her, I followed the first corridor. However, the liftman stopped me and apologised for the disturbance in the function. He showed me the other corridor. "A few steps and in the right." As I was walking passed, I caught a male figure entering the lift. Wait, it's on the left side. Perhaps, the liftman made a mistake. Immediately, I rushed to the other side. "Ah, please hold on!" I gave the man a sound and entered. "Oh..." I huffed in relief. "Thanks..." I looked up and almost caught

I admit, and he nods. He presses the number seven-button on the wall, and the shiny door slides shut. The small room shifts a little, and I gasp. "It's alright. It's moving us to your floor. The buttons are the floor levels. If you want to ride the floor elevator back down tomorrow morning instead of taking the stairs, you press that one," Liam says as he points to a button with a star on it. I nod, and he pushes his hands in his pockets.

He was still tied, but Lucien had loosened the restraints enough for him to walk. “You’ll need to get inside the tenth-floor window,” he said. “After that, there’s a maintenance corridor. It connects to the east wing, but it’s not monitored because it hasn’t been used in years.” Ariella nodded. “And from there?” “Stairwell. If he hasn’t locked it.” Lucien exhaled. “If he has locked it, we improvise.” Ariella looked at the lift. Looked at the building. Looked at the river.

“I don't think we can connect with them because the communication access in the elevator must have been is cut off. Cell phones aren't working either because there's no signal down here.” This is bad, the oxygen will definitely be depleted anyway. And that's bad for both of us. “The lowest floor in this building is the basement, right?” “Right, where the cars are parked.” “If we can open the door, then we can climb out of there.” “How do we open this steel thing? We don't have any equipment, doc.” “I'll give it a try.” I wanted to damage the door by attacking it with my power. I didn't know if it would work or not, but at least I would try.

"I’m overriding the freight elevator. It’s manual, old school. It bypasses the lobby and drops us in the loading dock behind the laundry suites. But we have to move now. Security is tied up at the main entrance, and once that line breaks, this floor is going to be flooded with 'citizen journalists' and adrenaline junkies." I grabbed the handle of the gurney. It was heavy, the weight of a legacy made of lead. I pushed. The wheels groaned, protesting the direction change. Kai let out a soft, whimpering sound.

She wanted to do things her way, without interference. Having exhausted her efforts to find a way out, she made her way back to Z’s cabin. She sensed his presence in the doorway. “Would you like some help?” he asked. “Please,” she said. “There doesn’t seem to be a call button for the lift.” “It uses a card. Come, I’ll show you.” They made their way down the hall. He placed her hand over a textured tile on the wall, and then laid his card key over it. The lift door opened. Both of them stepped inside.