My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

In the gap waiting for the ambulance to come, Song Yuhang was already dying, the knife was inserted too deep, even if Lin Fan was so good at covering her wounds, a steady flow of blood poured out.

Song Yuhang couldn't walk anymore, she staggered and almost fell to her knees, Lin Nian sat down with her support, and the two cuddled together.

Lin was tired of holding her shoulders, watching her cough with crimson blood spilling from the corners of her lips and running down her chin.

They had already walked out of the alley, and the ambulance hadn't arrived yet, and the surrounding crowd pinched their noses and stepped back as if there was a plague. They surrounded them in a semicircle and pointed at them.

Lin Nang seemed to be in a huge glass cover, surrounded by many people, but no one came to help. Holding Song Yuhang in her arms, she could feel the gradual loss of body temperature every minute and every second, and the blood also wetted her clothes. The two of them cuddled up to each other. Lin Fan held her to death, keeping her hands down. Never let go of her wound, as if it could warm her with her own body temperature in this way.

Song Yuhang felt it. She felt warm in her heart. She wanted to raise her eyes to look at her, but felt water droplets on her face.

Is it...is it raining?

Lin Yan buried his head, bit his lip, his eyelashes trembling.

She was too stubborn, even if she cried, she was silent.

The moment she hit her face with hot tears, she was so numb that she could only feel the dull pain in her chest.

Song Yuhang raised his hand strenuously and held her hand covering his wound. The two blood-stained hands were squeezed together, exchanging power silently.

Lin Nian seemed to feel it, and sniffed, "You...don't die."

She sounded like a mosquito and flies, but Song Yuhang heard it clearly, and there was a hint of water in the eyes that had always been clear.

She curled her lips slightly and smiled, and squeezed her hand into her palm: "Well...I'm not dead."

"Let's let, let's let, let's let it!"

The police car and ambulance finally arrived. The doctor carried the stretcher and pushed aside the crowd and rushed in. Lin Fan was pushed to the other side. She looked back at Song Yuhang in a daze, and saw the doctor kneeling beside her doing first aid measures. Her body was quickly filled with various tubes, and she was carried into an ambulance.

She was also pressed down, dressed in police uniforms and white lab coats, all kinds of people gathered around her to check her, and to intubate her body.

Lin Nian had a splitting headache and couldn't hear what these people were talking about. She was thinking about Song Yuhang's injury, she was about to sit up, the infusion stand was torn apart.

"Hold her! Hold her! An Ding, a Ding!"

Several big and thick people rushed forward and held her hands and feet, Lin Fei struggled with red eyes, roaring, and the emergency compartment was in a mess.

It wasn't until the tube of transparent liquid was poured into his body that Lin Fan slowly lay down again and recovered his calmness.

The medical staff breathed a sigh of relief.

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The rescue lasted for one day and one night, and she only relieved herself after a full 2,000 ml blood transfusion, which was equivalent to half of the total blood volume of a normal adult woman.

The moment the emergency room light went out, Ji Jingxing, who had been in the corridor for most of the night, rushed forward: "Doctor, doctor, how is she?"

The doctor took off the mask and finally showed a relieved smile: "Fortunately, the knife did not hurt the heart. We have repaired the damaged blood vessels and nerves for her in time. The patient has no previous medical history and is in good health, so he will take care of the problem afterwards. Not big."

Ji Jingxing breathed a sigh of relief, and the other detectives waiting in the corridor also breathed a sigh of relief. With tears in her eyes, she took the doctor's hand: "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, now we are going to send her to the ICU for follow-up monitoring and treatment, and the family members will also go over and go through the formalities."

"Good, good." Ji Jingxing nodded hurriedly, leaned on the gurney and ran for a few steps, then turned around and picked up the bag she had placed on the bench in the corridor.

Several policemen also followed to help. Ji Jingxing looked down at her pale face on the gurney as he walked. She looks a lot like her brother Song Yichen, and the eyebrows are all carved out of the same mold, but Song Yichen is more heroic. .

Song Yuhang is more feminine.

The always gentle eyes were closed tightly, there was no trace of blood on her lips, her body was full of life-saving tubes, and the monitor was flashing. This scene inevitably reminded her of the scene of her brother's sacrifice.

Ji Jingxing trembled in her heart and almost shed tears. Fang Xin, who was following him, silently handed over a tissue and gently patted her back to comfort her.

"It's okay, sister, Team Song is out of danger and will get better."

Ji Jingxing nodded, touched the corner of his eye with a tissue, and barely bent an ugly smile: "Well... By the way, can you tell me how she was injured?"

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It was three days after I woke up again.

The doctor pulled out the ventilator for her, Song Yuhang slowly opened his eyes, and the world went from blurry to clear.

"Team Song, are you awake?"

"Team Song, are you okay? Everyone is crazy."

"Police Officer Song did a good job this time, and there should be awards on it."

…

Her head was muffled, and she closed her mouth as she watched her in front of her, unable to hear what they were talking about.

Until a pair of warm hands held her hands, Song Yuhang seemed to feel something and hooked his fingers.

"Yu Hang, you finally woke up. Mom calls every day to ask about your situation, and she's going to die in a hurry."

She slowly raised her eyes, her eyes finally focused on her face, and her throat was burning with fire when she opened her mouth.

"I... I'm fine... let her rest assured."

Ji Jingxing nodded, trying to tuck the quilt for her, but Song Yuhang moved his fingers again, his eyes passed through the crowd, and he raised his upper body with difficulty, as if looking for someone.

"Lin...Where is Lin tired?"

Meeting Song Yuhang's gaze, the detectives around the bed turned away.

Song Yuhang turned his attention to Fang Xin again.

Fang Xin wanted to say something but stopped: "Lin...Lin forensic doctors...she..."

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Lin Nian was handcuffed to the bed when he woke up. One end of the handcuffs was connected to a gurney, which was nailed to the ground. The windows on all sides were sealed. This should not be an ordinary hospital, but in cooperation with the police. , A prison hospital that specializes in detaining criminal suspects.

Lin Nian struggled and tore over the infusion stand, and the glass of water bottle on the bedside crackled to the ground.

Several prison guards rushed in and pressed the man to the bed, adding another pair of handcuffs.

Lin Wei was taken to the interrogation room while still wearing a hospital gown.

"Smack—" The electronic shackles were locked, and Lin Fan was sitting on the interrogation chair. There were a few uniformed policemen sitting in front of them. They were elder than her. They should be the criminal police of the provincial government.

She looked at the other person's alarm, and the other person was also looking at her.

"Is this yours?" Seeing the stooped mechanical stick in front of him, Lin Fan's rusty head finally recovered.

She turned her face stiffly, and a sarcasm smiled at the corner of her lips: "It's mine, what's the matter?"

"As the people's police, you have the right to stop any illegal and criminal behavior, but the victim has stopped the infringement, and the defense should stop. You have repeatedly beaten people to death in the street, and now there are all evidences. What else can you say?"

The hair dangled to cover his face, Lin Fan stared at the speaker's face from the gap and smiled, staring at him, gritted his teeth while laughing, chewing up his hatred.

"I was cruel? Where were you when the four of them beat me and one cruelly? Where were you when the scar face stabbed Song Yuhang and killed her? He hurt me first, but I couldn't fight back, he If I want to die, I have to let him live. What kind of truth is this?!"

Lin Nian got excited, panting slightly, staring at them with crimson eyes.

The few people on the opposite side looked at each other, and the leader took a folder and patted the table: "Lin Tired, don't think you have a position. We can't help you. Criminals also have human rights. You are knowing the law and breaking the law, and the crime is a plus! "

"I'm pooh!" Lin Wei spit out, his eyes were almost red enough to bleed.

She remembered that the murderer of the Chunan case is still at large.

Think of Sun Xiangming, who was helpless by the law.

I remembered the four people who were pressing for her to kill her every step of the way.

I remembered the knife that Scarface stabbed Song Yuhang hard.

Lin Nian clenched his fists, only feeling that the old hatred and the new hatred were flooding into his heart.

Weep blood every word.

"Criminals have human rights! Criminals have human rights. Who will uphold the rights of ordinary people?! Who will uphold the rights of the people's police?! If someone beats me, I can’t fight back. If someone beats me, I’ll just cut it. I have to stand in place and let him chop. If he can't kill me, I can't fight back. If I fight back and kill him, it's too much defense!"

"What kind of **** is this! The law is just a **** empty piece of paper! I am the way to go for the sky! Killing him will hardly dispel my hatred!!"

Lin Nie gasped and roared and struggled. The snow-white wrists were rubbed with blood stains by the handcuffs. The injury on his shoulders had not healed. The blue and white hospital gowns slowly ooze blood stains. Several five- and three-thirty prison guards almost all Can't hold her down.

Feng Jianguo severely slapped the table in front of the big screen in the observation room next door: "Lin is bored, I'm so angry!"

The old man standing next to him was much calmer than him. Zhao Junfeng put aside the foam in the teacup and took a sip: "An ordinary suicide case involves a case of forced prostitution of young girls across two cities along the coast. We still don’t know how many interest groups are involved. Lin Tired’s fight doesn’t matter, but the death is an important witness. It’s a pity, otherwise it should be a great achievement.”

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After half a month, Song Yuhang was transferred from the ICU to the general ward.

Ji Jingxing was sitting by the bed and peeling apples for her: "Mom said I would take Xiaowei to see you..."

Song Yuhang smiled bitterly and interrupted her: "Farewell, she will be sad again when she sees me like this. Besides, Xiaowei doesn't have training courses during summer vacation. It's a waste of time. I'll go back in a few days."

The peeling of the apple was very clean and done in one go. Ji Jingxing took a plate and cut it into small pieces for her to eat.

"I don't know you yet, and I have already turned it down for you, but you can't leave the hospital so early. If you say nothing, you have to stay for a while to raise it. If you are young, don't leave any sequelae."

Song Yuhang nodded, watching her busy: "Sister...I can't eat so much...Can you not go back to the little one?"

Ji Jingxing's hands were stagnant in cutting the apple: "It's okay, I can take care of my mom."

"I will do it myself, I will do it myself."

Ji Jingxing handed her the cut apple, Song Yuhang freed up his active left hand, took a toothpick and stuck it into his mouth, and spoke after chewing.

"That said, Xiao Wei has never been away from you for such a long time. Don't worry, I am fine. I have colleagues to take care of me. I'd better go home early. I can't eat or sleep well here."

Speaking of colleagues, Song Yuhang will inevitably think of that person, and don't know how she is now?

She was in a trance, Ji Jingxing was silent for a long time, put down the plate, and gently called her name.

"Yuhang—"

Song Yuhang returned to his senses: "What's the matter, sister?"

Ji Jingxing's hands on the sheets crumpled the sheets: "Do you remember, did you tell me something when your brother died?"

Song Yuhang was startled, slowly recalling the scene of that day, his voice inevitably obscure.

When her father died, she and her elder brother were still young, and their mother was their backbone.

When the elder brother died, his mother was old and grey-haired, almost crying and fainting on the ground.

The eldest-in-law was so slumped on the floor after she was five months pregnant.

She is the only spine of the family. Song Yuhang walked over. She did not cry. She just took a person into her arms and patted them on the back for them.

She wore a police uniform and swore with the national emblem: "Mom, don't be afraid, you still have me."

Ji Jingxing couldn't make a sound of tears, so she hugged her and repeated in her ear: "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, I will protect you and Xiaowei from now on."

"Remember—" She spit out these two words almost with difficulty.

Ji Jingxing grabbed her hand and his eyes flushed: "Just remember, don't be so impulsive in the future, and protect yourself. If you can't beat the wicked criminals, you will withdraw, and others will shut you down... if you are. No, how can I live with Mom and Xiao Wei."

Song Yuhang's heart warmed, but her brows still wrinkled slightly. She just wanted to refute: "It's not that Lin Fan..."

The door of the ward slammed and was pushed open, and several criminal policemen walked in, surrounded by Zhao Junfeng.

Song Yuhang stopped talking, and withdrew his hand without a trace. He raised his hand to salute, but he hurt his wounds and grinned.

Zhao Junfeng couldn't help but laugh: "A lot better?"

"Report, much better, thank Zhao Ting for caring." Song Yuhang sat up straight.

Zhao Junfeng's gaze wandered among them: "Don't disturb your aunts' chat, right?"

Ji Jingxing got up wittily and took away the wallet on the table: "Don't bother, then you talk, I'll go shopping."

After Ji Jing walked, the detectives also retreated and closed the door of the ward. Song Yuhang knew that Zhao Ting was about to talk to her about major issues.

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During the half month that Song Yuhang was lying down, the police were not idle. They followed the line of Scarface and found the criminal gang behind him.

"This scarred face is called Chen Wu, a veteran. Ten years ago, he was imprisoned for the crime of being a female torture and manslaughter. He performed well in prison and got a chance to reduce his sentence. After he was released from prison, he was still out of business, idled and bullied the male bully. Female, do no evil, the police arrested and educates several times. After serving his sentence, he met a social idler codenamed "Vulture" and became his number one thug. For profit, the criminal gang used the name of recruiting workers and making money from part-time jobs to lure young women. Being deceived, they actually entered the harem for their customers to please and enjoy, and even developed a superior-subordinate relationship. Every time a young woman is introduced into the conference, there will be an introduction fee ranging from three hundred to one thousand. He Miao's little uncle sent He Miao in at that time."

"Every deceived woman will be opened by the "vulture" or his hands before officially picking up the guests. If you obey, you will get the money, and if you don't obey, you will be beaten to death."

"We have caught a few small bosses and confirmed that the time was three months ago when He Miao had been in and out of the condor's room. Although the final DNA comparison results have not yet come out, they are all on the right time."

"He Miao was not the first victim, and we regret that we failed to save her young life, but we will make her the last victim."

Zhao Junfeng stood by the window, facing the setting sun, Shen Shen let out a sigh of breath: "The Provincial Department has established a special case team for Case 6.1, and the action code is-Aurora!"

When Song Yuhang heard this, his heart was surging, and he lifted his right hand to his temple in one sigh: "Song Yuhang, deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, requested to join the special case team and participate in the arrest!"

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A remote village far from the city.

At night, everything is quiet.

On the quiet mountain road, only the heavy breathing of a man's bellows was heard.

He turned his head as he ran, stumbling and stumbling, and there were a few dog barks in the distant village. He was even more frightened and rolled to the ground holding his head.

I don't know how far I ran, the barking of dogs stopped, and the mountain road was quiet, only the sound of insects known by crickets.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, stopped by the creek, pounced on his face fiercely, and drank several guts before he got up, looked around, saw a public telephone booth not far away, picked it up and scattered it on the ground. His clothes ran over.

He dialed a series of numbers and rang several times before they were connected.

"Hey?"

"It's me." The man lowered his voice: "Did you **** say something will protect me? The papers are all the **** chasing up the door, I was beaten so that there are no more pants."

There was a little silence over there.

"It's not that you are allowed to go south and go to sea by boat."

"Don't you **** talk nonsense to Lao Tzu, get me a new ID card and new phone number, and pick me up at the border, otherwise if I fall into the hands of the paper, you can't eat the fuck!"

There was a short delay in the signal after he finished speaking.

"Hello? Hello?" The man yelled in a low voice, and the person on the other side spoke the moment he was about to call out his name.

"Okay, no problem. The license plate number Bin AH4578 will take you at the border with your new identity. You will go all the way south, take the bus and take the train, and you will be there soon."

The man snorted with satisfaction and hung up the phone.

The person sitting in the dark deducted the phone card and put it into the shredder to shred it.

He tapped on his knees and counted the rhythm.

It doesn't matter, if the card is gone, the person will die soon.