My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"Quickly, notify the blood bank to prepare blood, four units of red blood cells!"

"Is the defibrillator ready?"

The charging sound of the equipment in the rescue room rang, and the doctor pressed the young woman's chest down.

"Charge 200J, charge is complete, flash away!"

The woman's body bounced, her face turned pale with excessive ischemia, and the defibrillator moved her head to the other side, and a mixture of blood leaked from the corners of her lips.

"Adrenaline, another one!" A dozen empty adrenaline injections were thrown into the medical waste bin on the ground.

However, the value on the ECG monitor did not rise, but fell below the low value.

"The blood is coming, the blood is coming!" The nurse ran in carrying the incubator and handed the blood to the doctor. Before hanging it up, the ECG monitor had become a horizontal straight line.

The same situation was in the other rescue room.

Lin Youyuan was pushed from the corridor by the housekeeper, with a layer of frost on his face, coughing.

When Feng Jianguo saw him, he turned his head unbearably.

The old man covered his mouth with a kerchief and coughed, grabbed the bleeding side into his palm, and said solemnly.

"How's it going?"

Feng Jianguo was worried.

Lin got tired of falling too suddenly.

Excessive blood loss and exhaustion, as well as hypothermia, hypoxia, wound infection, Guillain-Barre syndrome...

The crowd sent Song Yuhang to the ambulance and looked back, she was already lying on the ground lightly.

The first aid at the scene failed to restore her spontaneous breathing and heartbeat, and she was out of breath when she was sent to the hospital.

Perhaps because of the cold, Lin Youyuan coughed violently, and the housekeeper patted his back for him: "Master, take care of your body, Miss Jiren Tianxiang..."

As if to confirm his words, the light in the rescue room went out.

The doctor took off his mask and ran out: "Who is Lin Fan's family, come in and see her for the last time."

Lin Youyuan leaned forward abruptly, coughing incessantly.

"Master!" Steward Lin quickly supported him with sharp eyes, tears oozing from his eyes.

Lin Youyuan waved his hand and glanced at Feng Jianguo through the gap in his shoulder.

He slowly straightened up: "I'll go in, and you too, don't other people follow up, you Jiang City Bureau must give me an account of this."

Thinking that this was a matter of questioning the teacher, the other people in the corridor were silent, and the suppressed atmosphere didn't dare to take a breath.

A criminal investigation team leader suffered a brain injury and was in a deep coma. He is still in rescue.

A technical investigator, or heir to a deeply rooted family business, has been given a notice of death.

Feng Jianguo put on a wide-brimmed hat and strode in with the doctor: "She died to save people, so she should."

When Lin Ge rushed to the hospital, the white cloth had already covered her face.

The equipment in the rescue room was withdrawn, and she lay quietly there.

Lin Youyuan was not in a wheelchair, but he limped out, his muddy eyes full of bloodshot eyes.

He passed by Lin Ge and was helped into the wheelchair by the housekeeper.

"Go and see your sister."

Lin Ge walked two steps forward, stunned suddenly, his movements slowed down, seemingly unbelievable, his outstretched hand shrank back again, clenched into a fist.

He didn't know how long he stood in this suffocating silence, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long silence, he finally gritted his teeth and walked towards the gurney step by step.

Every step I take is like stepping on the tip of a knife.

The hands clenched into a fist finally spread out and grabbed the white cloth.

Lin Ge closed his eyes, trembling, and opened it.

After a long time, he covered his face and knelt by the bed, his shoulders shaking violently.

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The days after that were a nightmare for Ji Jingxing.

Song's mother was seriously ill in bed, Song Yuhang was unconscious due to brain damage, and Xiaowei suffered severe PTSD from the electric shock.

She quit her job and is exhausted every day between her home, children's hospital, and city center hospital. She has to deal with the interrogation by the police from time to time.

"Do you know him?" On the table were pictures of two men, one fat and thin.

She was silent.

The investigator asked: "Is there any holiday?"

"What about the child? Can you accept our question and identify the suspect—"

Ji Jingxing raised his head suddenly, his eyes flushed, and raised his voice questioning: "My husband is a late police martyr, and my sister is a criminal policeman. She is still lying on a hospital bed in a hospital bed. I am a lawyer and my daughter is only seven years old. We are still three good students at school. Our family are all law-abiding citizens. Where can I get to know the wicked criminals? Tell me?!"

The portrait of the deceased husband hung quietly in the middle of the living room.

As if he hadn't heard his mother's voice, Xiao Wei sat in front of the French window with his knees and a rag doll in his arms to watch the sunset.

She has been like this since she woke up in the hospital that day, unwilling to speak, unwilling to meet strangers, especially strange men.

Ji Jingxing's heartache was so painful that her tears were already drained.

The investigator apologized and got up: "Excuse me."

Ji Jingxing didn't give it away, but when someone walked to the door, he asked again: "Lin Wei--"

There had long been rumors that Song Yuhang and Lin Wei were good friends, so he didn't avoid it either.

"The memorial service of Forensic Doctor Lin will be held in Jiangcheng City Funeral Home in January."

Ji Jingxing covered his face with his hand and sniffed: "I know, thank you."

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"Ju Feng, someone has caught it."

"Close the interrogation room, I will ask myself."

Feng Jianguo walked into the interrogation room alone without letting anyone accompany him. The iron door was locked, and the person sitting opposite trembled.

A few days of desperate career, he is not as fat as the picture.

Feng Jianguo's eagle-like gaze locked him firmly. Although he was old, he was always stronger and stronger. The white hair on the sideburns gave him majesty.

The olive branch and four-pointed star flower on the epaulettes reflected cold light under the pale light.

The fat man knew that this was a high-ranking official, shrank in his chair, hanging his head, and said nothing.

He hasn't taken a shower for a few days, his body is stinky and sweaty, he emits an unpleasant smell, he has blood stains on his body, and his nose and face are swollen.

When the police found him, he was squatting under the pier and drinking sewage from the river.

Feng Jianguo remained silent: "Your companion died and was fatally shot by someone."

Speaking of his companion, the fat man shook even more, holding his head, remembering the scene where his brain burst: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't know anything..."

"Anyone who seeks skin from a tiger will undoubtedly die." Feng Jianguo poured a cup of hot water for him and pushed it to his hand.

"You want to live, don't you?"

In the steam, he looked at the old man's resolute face, then looked at the disposable paper cup on the table, tremblingly took a sip, and let out a cry.

God knows he hasn't drunk boiled water for a few days.

"I want to live, I want to live." The man cried with his nose and tears on his face: "I'm so hungry, I want to eat, they have been chasing me, some people want my life--"

Feng Jianguo made a gesture to the monitor. Someone came in and he ordered a few words. After a while, the other party walked in with KFC's bag.

Feng Jianguo put it in front of him: "Eat, and explain everything you know after eating. I guarantee that you will stay in the detention center comfortably with food and drink before the court decides."

The fat man looked at him, pulled it over, took out a chicken leg from the bag and gobbled it up. After that, he even licked the oil from his fingers.

When Feng Jianguo waited for him to finish eating, he skimmed the froth in the teacup.

Fatty Feng Juan Canyun ate the whole family's bucket thoroughly, burped afterwards, and touched his stomach.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, please explain first, and I will have roast chicken in the cafeteria at night, and I will send it to you."

"I knew that your police were treating prisoners so humanely. I **** surrendered a long time ago..." The fat man still had lingering fears when he thought of his companion's death and his escape career in those few days.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't cooperate honestly, there are thousands of ways to torture you secretly." Feng Jianguo took a sip from his teacup and asked directly.

"Why kidnap a child?"

The fat man rubbed his hands and smiled shyly: "Lack of money, I owe gambling debts."

"Who promised to give you fifty thousand dollars?"

When it came to this question, the fat man got up again: "I don't know, he never showed up in person. He always asked his men to meet at night."

"Are there any characteristics?" The old director dipped his finger in his saliva and opened his notebook, making notes.

"Every time I come, I always cover my face and I can't see my face clearly, but I wear it well and my shoes are polished brightly. The boss behind it should also be a rich and powerful person."

According to the rules of the road, people usually have to pay a deposit in advance to ask people to do things. The two kidnappers did it without getting a penny, which is not consistent with common sense.

Feng Jianguo stayed at the pen: "If you lied, I will let you go immediately."

"Don't don't--" The fat man got excited and licked his lips: "I really haven't seen what that person looks like. He didn't pay the deposit, but he gave this..."

The fat man was in handcuffs and rubbed his two fingers.

In the winter, he wore a short sleeve, shivering from the cold, and there were needle holes on his arm.

Feng Jianguo frowned and understood.

"Tell me the detailed physical characteristics."

"Male, he is about 1.7 meters tall and has single eyelids. He wears a suit and leather shoes every time he comes. He wears an unnamed watch. There is a birthmark as big as a thumb on his right wrist."

As if he was afraid that Feng Jianguo would really let him go, the fat man crackled and vomited clean as he poured his beans in a bamboo tube.

One afternoon, she was blunt with dry mouth and drug addiction. She yawned and leaned weakly on the chair.

"I said the leader, are you finished?"

Feng Jianguo raised his head and glanced at him: "Where are the children kidnapped by you sold?"

The fat man carefully considered his face: "Why don't you give me some more?"

He stretched out his **** and rubbed it again.

Feng Jianguo smiled, and the fat man's heart fell back in his stomach, thinking: This leader has a very good temper. He had known that the bureau was so good, and he would have voluntarily surrendered a long time ago.

Before he was happy for too long, he was thrown into the head by a cup of hot tea, and the fat man cried and howled.

Feng Jianguo stroked his uniform and stood up.

"Fuck, who is not good for you to tie up, relatives of the police, know what Tai Sui's head is broken? I tell you, the whole Jiangcheng City Bureau has the final say, today I want you to die here with your life for your life. No one knows."

Feng Jianguo said, slowly approaching him, hungrily, and a shadow cast on the floor.

Sitting on the interrogation chair, the fat man couldn't help shrinking back, watching his hand touch the holster on his back, trembling all over, crying and howling.

"No, no, I said, I said, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Feng Jianguo looked at the yellow liquid seeping under the chair contemptuously, and took a step back while pinching his nose.

"Say."

"They can be sold everywhere. Anyway, they are in remote mountainous areas, but Southeast Asia is best sold. Smuggling is risky, but you can get a lot of money.

"Who is connecting with you?"

The fat man was afraid that he would take out the gun and rushed to answer: "Aunt Hong, it's Aunt Hong!"

Feng Jianguo raised his eyebrows and noted in detail the physical characteristics of "Aunt Hong" in his mouth.

"Where can I find her? How to connect?"

"Huange Nightclub, there is no connection code, she has a way out, only doing business with acquaintances, not only helping people smuggle, but also acting as a broker."

Seeing him vomiting cleanly, Feng Jianguo touched his back on his back, feeling uncomfortable, panicked, and took out a pink toy gun.

"Sorry, I brought it wrong, I bought it for my granddaughter."

Fatty's eyes darkened and he almost fainted. He was really cunning.

Feng Jianguo walked out with the notebook under his arm, his face condensed, and said: "Send to the compulsory drug rehabilitation center. Without my autograph, no one is allowed to meet him for interrogation. Even the governor is here. Do you understand? !"

"Understand!" everyone raised their hands to their temples in response.

The deputy head of criminal investigation Xue Rui temporarily replaced Song Yuhang in charge of the escort, putting the gun in the holster and preparing to set off.

The colleague stabbed him in the arm: "I have never seen Feng Ju's temper so bad, and even closed the door for interrogation alone. This will have to put our Supervision and Complaints Section on the door for a long time."

Another colleague took the gun and replied: "No way, who made the accident be the Song team and...Lin forensic doctor, have you heard of it? Zhao Ting is retreating, among the popular candidates in the following cities There is Bureau Feng. Our Jiangcheng City Bureau ranks first in the province in homicide detection rate this year, and it is not all of the Song team's real swords and guns."

"If Feng Ju is promoted, it's uncertain..." He paused, meaningless.

"But at this point, Zhao Ting's lover, something happened to the facade of our city bureau. Can you say he can't be angry?"

Xue Rui frowned and stopped talking: "Okay, don't say it, it's important to perform the task, let's go."

A few colleagues, look at me, I look at you, touched my nose, begging to be bored, and quickly followed.

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The last winter of 2009 was over.

Mother Song recovered and was discharged from the hospital when the withered green plants on the windowsill showed their first sprouts.

Ji Jingxing drove her and Xiaowei home, passing by the big screen in the downtown square.

Waiting for the traffic lights, Song Mu stared out the window in a daze.

"The newspaper learned that Lin Youyuan, the daughter of Jingtai Group CEO Lin Youyuan, was tired of performing tasks to save the lives of her colleagues. Unfortunately, she was only 33 years old. The memorial service will be held at the Jiangcheng Funeral Home at 14:00 today. Not only business people will attend, but police representatives will also attend..."

Next, Jingtai executives accepted an interview and confirmed the news.

Some insiders who did not want to be named were interviewed by the media. They mentioned how beautiful Lin Fan is, how amazing he is, how he excels in forensic science...

It is unimaginable that she was a "black-hearted forensic doctor", "executioner", and a halfhearted "scum girl" announced by the entire network a year ago, and wreaths were all placed at the door of the court.

In a blink of an eye, he became a "martyr" praised by people.

When you pass away, people start to miss you.

This world is really ironic.

Mother Song turned her face: "Jingxing..."

Ji Jingxing understood, he turned the steering wheel to the left and merged into the traffic.

Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

"Sorry, no invitation, no entry."

The Lin family bodyguards guarding the door wore black suits with white flowers on their chests, and politely declined their requests for condolences.

Today, the entire stadium is under martial law. Not only are people from the Lin family guarding it, but also a lot of police are deployed.

Mother Song's silver hair was messed up by the wind, her eyes were slightly red, her mouth opened, she finally swallowed back after she wanted to say something.

Ji Jingxing helped people leave: "Let's go, Mom."

Xiao Wei took her grandma's hand, she didn't like to laugh so much, her eyes were filled with pure innocence and cruelty.

"What happened to Aunt Lin?"

Mother Song touched her head lovingly: "Like your aunt, she fell asleep."

Back home, Ji Jingxing was busy packing things for them.

"Mom, you can move to my place and live with us. I can rest assured that she has a companion. I can also take care of you more, so I don't have to run back and forth."

As if she hadn't heard it, Mother Song walked into Song Yuhang's room tremblingly, took out a photo frame from her drawer, and wiped the dust off it with her hand.

It was taken by Song Yuhang for her. That snowy night, she was standing in the courtyard blowing snow under the street lamp, smiling like a flower.

"You said that a good child, it's just gone, who has a human heart, how sad should her parents be..."

While mumbling, Mother Song stumbled out and placed the frame next to Song Yuhang's brother.

Ji Jingxing came out of the kitchen and watched her burn three sticks of incense.

"Mom, isn't this inappropriate..."

The old lady drew out a jade bracelet from her sleeve. Seeing the color and texture, it was just a pair with the one on her wrist, and slowly placed it in front of the photo frame.

"This bracelet was called by my mother when I married Yichen's father. I planned to give you one. The rest will only be given to her after Yu Hang gets married. There is nothing inappropriate."

"Is tired of her... it's the Song family."

In a word, Ji Jingxing was heartbroken again, and forced a laugh: "Mom--"

Mother Song came back to her senses: "Oh, what did you just say?"

Since she was discharged from the hospital, her mental head has been worse than before, her actions have been slow, and her ears have begun to recede.

Ji Jingxing's eyes were hot: "I said let you move over and live with us."

Mother Song waved her hand: "No, no, I'm still walking. It's time for my in-laws to have opinions when I moved over."

Ji Jingxing's parents were already dissatisfied with her insistence on giving birth to a posthumous child. In recent years, they have rarely visited this granddaughter, and even cared about Ji Jingxing.

After the Song family's accident, Ji Jingxing's parents also came once or twice, asking her to take the child home. Song mother of course knew it, and would not drag her down at the moment.

"Mom, don't you treat me as Song family?" Ji Jingxing softened his voice and begged, "Look at Xiaowei..."

Following her gaze, the child is sitting on the sofa, playing with building blocks. When he doesn’t want to talk, he doesn’t care about everything happening around him, he doesn’t like to laugh anymore, and he’s not lively anymore, and he won’t let them easily. Hug.

Even if Ji Jingxing wants to hug her and approach her, he has to be careful.

"Xiao Wei looks like this. How can I take a plane? How can I take her back to Ji's house with confidence? You watched her grow up since you were a child. Even if it is not for me, for the sake of your children, move over and live with us."

Of course Ji Jingxing understood her thoughts. After being strong for so long, he collapsed a little for the first time, choked with sobs.

"If it's not a drag, it's the same. Be with me. Let's make each other's company."

Tears leaked from Song's muddy eyes, and the mother and daughter cried in their hands.

"Good boy, mom is with you."

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Song Yuhang had a long dream.

She dreamed that she was floating in the deep sea, where she could not see her fingers.

Someone swam to her aside from the darkness, gently supporting her body.

She put her fingers through her soft hair and threw it empty.

Song Yuhang's heart was tight: "Who are you?"

The woman turned her head and put it in her ear: "My name is Lin Fan."

Lin Nian, Lin Nian, Nian...

She pondered the name, and her eyes lit up: my fiancee.

She grabbed the other person’s arm excitedly and chattered endlessly: "Lin Tired, Tired, I bought a ring, I’ll give it to you now, OK? I want to take a wedding photo with you, wearing a police uniform, I still like I’ve got a house in the city center, I’ll pay a deposit when you like it, and let’s adopt a child, who is cute, sensible and obedient like Xiao Wei..."

No matter what she said, the woman just laughed, dragging her up slowly.

The sky is bright.

Lin Wei let go of her hand: "Song Yuhang."

"Huh?" She was still immersed in excitement and couldn't help herself.

The woman pulled her by the collar and pulled the person down, and the kiss fell on her forehead.

With the words falling, there are still tears.

"I got to go, bye."

Song Yuhang was startled: "Where are you going, didn't you come to me?"

As she said, Lin Fan's body had sunk into a white light, becoming more and more transparent.

"Lin Nai?!" She screamed in shock, stretched out her hand to catch, plunged into nothingness, and staggered.

"Lin Nai..." Song Yuhang struggled vaguely with a tube stuck in his throat, sweat oozing out of his forehead.

The brain waves that had been silent for a long time finally fluctuated, and various values ​​were steadily rising.

Watching her eyelids move up and down, Ji Jingxing grasped the sheet in vain with her fingers, weeping with joy, and rushed out to call the doctor.

A large group of medical staff swarmed into the cramped single ward in an instant, as the lengthy tube was slowly pulled out of the throat.

Song Yuhang woke up.

After lying on the bed for more than a month, her hair stretched out, hanging down to cover her eyes, and her lips were chapped and pale due to long-term lack of water. Those light brown eyes lost their look, bloodshot, and stared at the ceiling blankly.

"Yu Hang..." Mother Song held her hand and burst into tears, calling her name repeatedly.

Ji Jingxing put his arms around Xiao Wei and covered his lips with his hands: "Xiao Wei, call Auntie."

Xiao Wei's face timidly: "Aunt..."

After repeated calls from his family, Song Yuhang's out-of-focus eyes finally found the way.

Seeing Mama Song's face, she bends her lips slightly, and her chapped mouth begins to bleed.

The doctor was also very moved: "Great, this is simply a miracle in the history of medicine. Fortunately, I haven't spent a long time on the seabed and I performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation in time. Otherwise, the degree of brain damage will be hard to tell."

Mother Song moistened her lips with a cotton swab soaked in it.

Song Yuhang turned his head and seemed to have something to say.

Mother Song knows, leaning down.

Song Yuhang's voice was hoarse and still speechless. She reluctantly lifted her finger and flicked it in her palm.

"Lin Wei."

Mother Song's eyes were red.

Ji Jingxing helped the person aside: "Mom, you go back and rest first, I'll watch the night tonight."

Song Yuhang's pleading gaze turned to her again, his lips trembled, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Ji Jingxing put her hand into the bed, not daring to look again, turned his back to pour water for her, and said with a strong smile.

"Lin Fan was also injured and couldn't get out of bed temporarily, she said, she will come to see you when she gets better."

In her impression, Ji Jingxing never lied to others.

The corner of Song Yuhang's lips suddenly showed a smile, and she was wrapped in gauze all over her body, including her chin. The smile looked stiff, simple and silly.

But she just smiled happily inexplicably, the kind of happiness that even onlookers can feel.

Mother Song couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and took Xiao Wei out.

Walked outside and sat down on the bench, Xiao Wei grabbed her knees: "Grandma, why are you crying?"

Song Yuhang was happy enough, and as if he had thought of something, he opened his mouth a little eagerly, "Hoho" speechless.

Ji Jingxing supported her: "What's wrong, is it uncomfortable in any way?"

Song Yuhang wrote on the sheets: Ring.

All of her wealth, the token of love that she had not given out in time, can't just be lost like that.

Ji Jingxing turned around and took it out of the drawer of the bedside table for her.

It was pulled out of her pocket by the medical staff during the rescue that day. She hid it deep, and it was not enough to lock the zipper in the pocket of her jacket against her chest. She sewed it with crooked needles and threads.

The medical staff cut it for a long time before cutting it. When the ring box was handed over to the family, it was still wet, and the blood leaked into the fleece and could not be cleaned.

Ji Jingxing put it next to her, and Song Yuhang grabbed it tightly into his palm, curled his lips and smiled, and stars suddenly lit up in his dull eyes.

Ji Jingxing looked sad, and pulled the quilt for her: "Go to sleep."

She couldn't stand it any longer.

Song Yuhang closed his eyes contentedly, letting his sleepiness swallow him up.

She thought that she would come, Lin Fan would definitely come to see her, and then she would put the ring on her ring finger.

She would never escape in this life.

But until he was well wounded and could walk on the ground, Lin Fan never came again.