My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

Song Yuhang released the handcuffs, and together with a few teammates, he hugged the person up. Lin Yan threw into her arms, put his chin on her shoulder, and closed his eyes slightly.

It feels good to be down to earth.

Song Yuhang hugged her tightly, patted her back lightly, the tears on her face had not faded, and the corners of her lips smiled, and her heart was filled with joy that was lost and recovered. If it weren't for someone else, I would have kissed her a long time ago. Up.

The two people hugged her for too long, so that the detectives who were watching all turned their gazes. Lin Nani was a little embarrassed, and slightly let go of her. Just when he wanted to speak, he coughed twice.

Song Yuhang's face changed.

Lin Fan felt a lot of blood spilling from the corner of her lips, she wiped the back of her hand, and smiled reluctantly: "No...it's okay..."

Before the voice fell, there was blackness in front of him.

Song Yuhang hugged him and ran out.

That day was an unforgettable day for all police officers of the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau, not only because they solved the bizarre "White Whale" case that spanned decades, but also because of Zhang Jinhai's sacrifice and not only because of the murderer. Death and the story behind it. Everyone seems to have read something from this rain, and then regained a new life.

That day was not only for Duan Cheng, but also for everyone in the technical investigation.

Later, Duan Cheng worked in the industry for decades, and like Lin Wei, he became an experienced and courageous forensic doctor, but he recalled that day, including Zhang Jinhai’s sacrifice, including the rain, became blurred, he could Only this moment can be remembered.

Song Yuhang hugged Lin Wei and ran over. Both of them were seriously injured. Her legs were bleeding. Every time she stepped on the stagnant water, the splashes of water turned pale red.

Lin Fei's arms dropped, her head pressed against her chest, her face pale as paper, blood dripping down her fingertips, her whole body was lifeless, like a delicate and lifeless porcelain doll.

The world was silent, and even the sound of the police car's horns dimmed. The sky was gradually clearing behind them, and the east showed whiteness.

But the person who had always been calm lost his calmness and calmness, and her cry even overwhelmed the noise of the ambulance blaring the horn around her.

"Help...help her...doctor! Doctor!"

Several doctors in white lab coats rushed forward, and a gang of technical investigators hulled around.

"Forensic Doctor Lin, Forensic Doctor Lin, wake up!"

But no matter how they shouted, the person lying on the stretcher did not respond at all.

Song Yuhang's tears fell like a broken string.

A luxury car stopped at the periphery of the cordon. Lin Ge pulled the car door and jumped off. He slammed a few detectives who had come to pull him and rushed into the encirclement.

When he saw Lin Tien, who was covered in blood and unconscious, lying on the stretcher, the dignified seven-foot man also blushed slightly, and tremblingly touched her face: "Lin Tien... Tired... Brother is here... You... You Look at me..."

"Don't... don't touch her... don't touch her..." Song Yuhang hasn't gotten out of the crisis yet, and his eyes are red. As long as he sees someone who is not in a white coat touching Lin Fan, he will subconsciously rush on it and use it. Protect her with the body.

Lin Ge was startled, and was pulled up by several detectives, while Song Yuhang and Lin Wei were taken into an ambulance and drove to the hospital.

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The doctor ran ahead pushing the gurney, and Song Yuhang limped and followed after him: "Doctor, doctor, save her, save her, save her..."

"Don't worry, we will try our best."

The door of the rescue room was closed, the lights came on, and Song Yuhang was isolated.

She wanted to go in, but was stopped by Fang Xin and Duan Cheng: "Team Song, Team Song, Sister Lin will be fine..."

Several people tried to drag her to the hospital bed. Song Yuhang struggled. Several male doctors couldn't hold her back. Duan Cheng was pushed aside, and Fang Xin stabilized her.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay."

Duan Cheng patted her hand and went up to pull Song Yuhang.

Song Yuhang had already rushed to the door of the rescue room, standing on tiptoes and looking inside.

"I won't go anywhere before Lin Fan came out... I won't go anywhere..."

Her mouth was plausible, and the door of the rescue room was opened screamingly. The doctor took off the mask and looked anxious: "Which one of you is a family member?"

Several people looked at each other, and Song Yuhang grabbed the other's sleeve: "I...I am her friend...she is the police...the police...you save her...save her!"

The doctor pulled her hand down and said, "It's useless for you to be her leader. Guillain-Barré syndrome, combined with internal and external trauma infections, has suffered multiple organ failure and shock! Go to family members to sign the informed consent form for the operation and we can do it. surgery!"

This series of medical professional terms drove Song Yuhang into a daze.

What kind of syndrome?

Why has she never heard her mention it?

Song Yuhang staggered back two steps, and grabbed the doctor's neckline and lifted the person up and pressed him against the wall: "I don't care! No matter! You save her for me! Save her!"

"Team Song, Team Song!" Several people rushed over to stop her, for fear that she would do it in the next moment.

Lin Ge ran over from the end of the corridor out of breath, "I...I'll sign!"

Song Yuhang got up from the ground, before he stood still, the sky was spinning, his eyes turned black and he passed out completely.

After another turmoil, Feng Jianguo and Song's mother also rushed to the hospital, and the lights in the two operating rooms turned on at the same time.

Mother Song was sitting in the corridor anxiously, wiping tears, and when she looked closely, her whole body was trembling slightly.

When Ji Jingxing got the news, he rushed over the child to school, squatted on the ground and held her hand, softly comforting her: "Mom... it's okay... Yu Hang will be okay..."

Lin Ge also turned around anxiously at the end of the corridor. He wanted to smoke when he saw the no-smoking sign on the wall and put it back in a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Mother Song looked over and stood up suddenly: "Lin...Is it Lin Ge? Why are you here?"

Lin Ge returned to his senses, nodded slightly at the old man, and slightly nodded towards Ji Jingxing to say hello.

He pointed to the operating room next to him, smiling somewhat reluctantly: "My sister."

The old man suddenly realized that there was a sad look on his face: "I hope they are all safe."

"Yes." Lin Ge nodded, seeing the old man still standing trembling, and then came to help him sit down.

"Sit down, I heard from their chief, Officer Song is less injured and should be out soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the operating room next door opened, and the doctor ran out: "Who is Lin Wei's family? Come and sign it."

"I am, I am." Lin Ge ran over quickly: "I will sign what to sign."

"medical crisis notice."

Lin Ge's eyes suddenly turned black, and the sky turned around.

The doctor is still urging: "Quickly sign, she is very troublesome with this disease. She can't stop the blood and needs a lot of blood transfusion. You can sign and sign us so that we can transfer blood from the blood bank."

Lin Ge took a deep breath, picked up the pen tremblingly, and wrote his name crookedly.

Mother Song looked at the situation there, and she was also a little worried: "Why hurt so bad? I heard that it is three years younger than Yu Hang, and it is too pitiful..."

Ji Jingxing gently squeezed her arms and legs to relieve the old man's tension: "Mom, are you worried that you are too late to miss someone else?"

Mother Song recovered and lowered her voice and said, "I haven't told you, oh, yes, you shouldn't have seen it before. That is Yu Hang's blind date. If it can be done, his sister will be..."

Ji Jingxing laughed, and leaned on the old man with a "Ouch", because her funny remarks immediately diminished the tension.

"Mom, these horoscopes haven't been written yet. You have started to worry about Yu Hang's concubine relationship so early."

Mother Song patted her hand and sighed, "Oh, shouldn't I be worried? She seems to be able to get along with anyone on the surface, but in fact she is very alone. Her brother is gone again, so she can get along with everyone. If I, and you, can talk, I still hope she can have more friends, brothers and sisters."

The two people were talking, the elevator door opened, and a group of elites in suits and leather shoes swarmed in the corridor, surrounded by the elderly in wheelchairs, and the young and beautiful women pushing the wheelchair. The wind passed them like the wind. With a burst of pungent perfume scent around him, he went straight to Lin Ge.

Lin Youyuan rode his crutches, sat in a wheelchair, and said calmly, "How's it going?"

Lin Ge shook his head, his expression gloomy: "Still trying to be rescued, I just got critically ill..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged people behind Lin Youyuan began to whisper.

"Why is the young lady suddenly critically ill?"

"Then her subsidiary..."

"Mr. Lin, you still have to plan early."

Someone advised.

A flash of anger flashed across Lin Ge's face, and the woman smiled happily: "Oh, people are not dead yet, why are you so excited? Even...the position of general manager is not your turn. Yeah."

She touched her stomach and hated: Why hasn't there been any movement?

Lin Youyuan waved his hand, stopped talking, raised his eyes and asked the director of the hospital who was following: "What's the disease?"

"Guillain Barre Syndrome."

Lin Youyuan frowned, obviously not understanding.

The head of the department nodded and explained to him: "It is a neurological disease caused by the damage of the immune system. In addition, Miss Lin suffered a gunshot wound, so the blood is difficult to stop..."

He raised his eyes and carefully examined Lin Youyuan's increasingly ugly face, and considered his words: "However, we have mobilized all the backbone medical forces in this hospital to rescue Ms. Lin. I believe Ms. Lin will definitely be auspicious, and auspicious..."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he didn't have the confidence to say this.

Lin Youyuan played with the jade finger on his thumb, his expression gloomy and unclear.

"When did she get sick?"

This was obviously asking Lin Ge. Lin Ge was taken aback and wiped his face: "I don't know..."

Lin Youyuan gradually tightened the corners of his lips: "Absurd!"

After he said, he pushed the wheelchair and turned away. Lin Ge chased for two steps, and the large group of people huffed and surrounded them, as if they were just coming to the hospital for a walk-through to see if Lin was dead, and even patiently waited for the operation to be over. Don't want to wait.

"Uncle Lin..." Lin Ge chased to the front of the elevator, the elevator door closed, and he slid down quickly, his hand drooping down.

When Lin Yan was four years old, he fell into a serious illness. He lay in the hospital day and night. Mother Lin looked after him all night, changing his clothes, feeding him, playing with him, and telling him stories to relieve his boredom.

Little Lin Nai hides behind the door and looks.

Mother Lin waved to let people come in, and wiped off the sweat from her forehead after a day of madness with the kerchief.

At that time, Lin Wei had just arrived at Lin Ge's house for only a year, and he was not very talkative, but they all liked this little boring little sister.

Lin Ge sat on the bed with a fever-reducing veil wrapped around her head, teasing her: "What's wrong, Lin Tien, are you unhappy? Wait until my brother is ready to play with you."

Lin Fan looked at him with big, innocent eyes: "Brother, will Mom and Dad accompany you when you are sick?"

The smile on Mother Lin's face faded. She didn't know how to answer this question. Lin Fan had already pushed her hand away and ran out. When the butler found someone, Lin Fan was standing in the cold winter of Shuo Jiu for watering the flowers. Under the faucet, it was dripping with soup.

The next day, she got a high fever as she wished, but Lin Youyuan still did not come to see her.

This time was no exception. In fact, if Lin Fan could wake up, he would most like to see not his brother, but his father.

Someone was going to get on the elevator, Lin Ge stepped aside, walked backwards, and when he passed the two people sitting on the bench, he nodded slightly.

Mother Song stood up and saw him haggard, red eyes and shaggy beard. They all heard and saw the scene in the corridor just now, so even if they had never met, Mother Song still felt a little distressed about the little girl lying there in doubt.

"Lin Ge, don't worry, you will be fine."

At this time, a word of comfort from others was enough to make him cry, and Lin Ge reluctantly smiled: "Well, thank Aunt Song, Miss Song will be fine too."

I don't know if God heard him, and the door of the operating room opened suddenly.

Several doctors walked out pushing the gurney, Mother Song and Ji Jingxing greeted them: "How's it going?"

"The shrapnel embedded in the leg has been completely taken out. It is not a major problem for the time being, but you need to stay in bed and rest. It is best to avoid strenuous exercise for three months."

Song Yuhang was lying on the bed, still not waking up from the anesthesia, with a ventilator tube in his mouth, gauze wrapped all over his body, and a plaster on his right hand.

The doctor and them said as they walked: "The right hand hurts more than we thought. She fractured her shoulder. It's hard to imagine how she took so long to be sent to the doctor..."

Mother Song's tears came down all at once, she touched her face: "Yu Hang..."

"Mom." Ji Jingxing also blushed his eyes and pulled her: "It's good if people are fine, and it's fine if they are fine. It will be fine if you raise them well."

The doctor sent the person to the ICU for observation and recuperation. Mother Song carefully pestered the doctor to ask the doctor about some care precautions, foods that are good for the wound, and taboos, and Ji Jingxing took the person home to cook for Song Yuhang. Up.

The light in the other operating room was always on.

Lin Ge sits or lie down, or walks to the balcony to smoke. He waited from dawn to night. During this period, Mother Lin made three or four phone calls and said that she would come and have a look in person, but he strongly discouraged her.

Lin Ge hung up the phone, sighed, and buried his face deeply in his palm.

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Looking at the sky outside, Lin Youyuan gradually darkened, all the shareholders in the meeting room were scattered, and the secretary cleaned up the report materials on the table.

He gently pressed his fingertips on the desk, and suddenly stopped. The secretary understood: "Mr. Lin—"

"Professor Wang, please go and have a look."

The secretary was startled, but Lin Youyuan had already walked away in the wheelchair by himself before he came back to his senses. He just slapped his forehead and followed.

Professor Wang Xing, the director and dean of the Department of Neurology of a top tertiary hospital in China, has a good personal relationship with President Lin.

The secretary went out of the meeting room and arranged for the driver to come and pick Lin Youyuan home, so he was busy calling to contact him.

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Professor Wang Xing, who had a meeting in Beijing, flew to Jiangcheng overnight after receiving the notice.

The operation just came to an end, the monitor at the bedside was ticking, and a steady stream of plasma flowed out of her body, filtered and replaced by a centrifuge, and then infused back.

The blood in Lin Wei's body was equivalent to being replaced once, and he was not completely out of danger.

The doctor opened her pupils with the electric pen and looked at it. He listened to the heart sound again. He picked up her brain CT and chest X-ray and looked at it carefully. There was a thick stack of examination reports on hand.

After a while, Wang Xing shook his head: "Trouble, Guillain-Barre syndrome has caused her body’s immune level to be extremely low. She also suffered a gunshot wound, a large area of ​​infection, multiple organ failure, and combined pleural and ascites, which is exactly what she needs to be immune When the system was working, almost all of her immune system was paralyzed."

"This is an endless loop."

He tried his best to explain in plain language that ordinary people could understand. Lin Youyuan was sitting in a wheelchair with his facial muscles trembling slightly, and there was no other expression.

"What is the chance of surviving?"

"Less than 20%."

Wang Xing paused, and the matter was over, he had nothing to conceal: "Moreover, even if he survives, the prognosis is extremely poor, his physical fitness will drop significantly, and he will inevitably take medicine for life."

He handed back the inspection report in his hand and took off his glasses: "Old Lin, you still have to make plans early."

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Three days later, Song Yuhang woke up from his lethargy with stable vital signs and was pushed back to the general ward. She was struggling to get out of bed and was pushed back.

Ji Jingxing and Song's mother were both looking at her, their eyes were red, Song's mother did not speak, Ji Jingxing had already spoken.

"It's hard to escape, what are you doing?"

She had never spoken to her so harshly. Song Yuhang was startled, her voice still hoarse: "I...I want to see Lin Fan...Is her surgery over? How is the person? Are you out of danger?"

A series of questions smashed out, Ji Jingxing trembled her lips and watched her whole body hurt and covered with bandages, but still worried about others, and couldn't help but get angry: "Song Yuhang, in the province. It was like this in the city, and you are still like this now, can't you take care of yourself first?!"

"I..." Song Yuhang wanted to speak, with a series of coughs, but Song's mother helped her out.

"Go if you want, nurse, please get a wheelchair."

At the entrance of the ICU, when the visiting time had passed, Song Yuhang grabbed the passing medical staff.

"Doctor, doctor, please ask, there is a patient named Lin Wei, how is it?"

The doctor flipped through the medical record in his hand: "Lin Wei...Look at it. I have already been transferred to the hospital."

Song Yuhang was struck by lightning: "Transfer to hospital...how could it be possible...she was injured so badly..."

"It's true." The doctor saw that she was a sick number, and that it was a patient whom the police had greeted and looked after, patiently answering questions: "Her disease is more complicated... Our hospital has limited medical standards, so I was transferred to a higher-level hospital. ."

Song Yuhang's heart hung in his throat: "Complicated? What does it mean to be complicated? Isn't it out of danger? Or..."

"Sorry, this is the patient's privacy, we can't say."

"Hey—doctor, doctor!" Seeing him walk away, Song Yuhang went after him, but because he couldn't turn the wheelchair with his hands and feet, he rushed forward and fell to the ground.

Mother Song was shocked: "Yu Hang, Yu Hang..."

Song Yuhang struggled to climb up by herself, but touched the wound and grinned with pain. While comforting her mother, she smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay..."

As he spoke, his eyes were red, and tears fell on the floor.

A pair of leather shoes stopped in front of her, and she looked up along the crisp trouser legs, it was Feng Ju.

Feng Jianguo stretched out his hand to help him up: "Is there time? Let's talk."

Song Yuhang stunned and nodded. Several people escorted her back to the ward. Song's mother and Ji Jingxing settled her down, and then retired.

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"I know that you want to ask Lin Wei." Before she could speak, Feng Jianguo had already started the conversation.

"The Lin family sent someone to pick her up and transfer her to the hospital. After all, it's a family member. We can't intervene."

Song Yuhang nodded, she was afraid that those people from the Lin family would treat her like the last time, and she was afraid that she would endure hardships at the Lin family.

"I told you what I knew. Now it's your turn to tell me. What did Lin Fan go for that day?"

Song Yuhang's hand squeezed the sheet tightly, her subconscious reaction just couldn't say.

In front of Feng Jianguo's old fried dough sticks, the slightest change in the expression on Song Yuhang's face could not escape his eyes.

"I only have one piece of advice. With Lin Wei's family and background, she can't find anything she wants to check, Song Yuhang, don't let yourself be overwhelmed."

Song Yuhang suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank: "Feng Ju, do you know something? Also, why did that sniper shoot?"

Feng Jianguo turned his back and looked out the window, and sighed: "I don't know. I just think that if something goes wrong, there must be demons. Although Lin Fan is impulsive, he is not a brainless person. The man with anger on his face."

Song Yuhang's heart trembled. When rescuing Lin Wei, they didn't know if Duan Cheng saw the scene?

There were also those vague confessions and undercurrents that were surging when Lin Fan was taken hostage.

The people in the police station are not fools, I'm afraid they've been chasing after others.

Feng Jianguo came today to question and raise some points.

Smart people know when to speak and when not to speak, so Song Yuhang chose to remain silent.

"The sniper is already under review, but it is estimated that there will be no results. In that case, you also know that shooting is a normal procedure. No one knows that there is no bullet in your gun, right?"

Song Yuhang pursed the corners of his lips: "I just think it's a pity."

It is a pity that no more can be dug out of their mouths.

Feng Jianguo sneered slightly, then turned to look at her, with a trace of sadness on his face: "What a pity? It's a pity that the sniper shot and killed the child?"

Song Yuhang looked up.

He continued: "You were in a coma before, and there was no time to tell you that Team Zhang was dead. The kid killed him, sealed his throat with a single knife, and cut the aorta. Before the doctor came..."

Feng Jianguo said at the end, he couldn't go on. He pinched his eyebrows, took a deep breath and turned back, watching the clear sky outside the window, and the last leaf of autumn fell.

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth, his still-moving left hand gripped the bed sheet tightly, and the back of his hand burst into blue veins.

It took her a long time to calm herself down.

"You and Lin Fan's application for meritorious service has been submitted. Lao Zhang is gone. You are left in the bureau with the oldest qualifications, rich investigative experience, and repeated meritorious deeds. At this juncture, don't mess around with you. Gossip."

He was already talking vaguely, Song Yuhang raised his eyes quickly to look at him, his eyes firm and unavoidable.

"Is it wrong to like someone?"

Feng Jianguo looked at the young face in front of her, she was not young anymore in terms of age alone.

Thirty-five years old, middle-aged, the mainstay of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jiangcheng City Bureau.

When he was her age, he had already drunk his beer belly, and climbed up his mind, his eyes were no longer pure and pure.

But Song Yuhang's eyes were still light brown in the sun, and his eyes were so clear that they didn't touch a trace of impurities.

There is even a youthful spirit hidden under the gentle surface, loneliness and courage that will never return without breaking Loulan.

She can even express her love for the same **** frankly: "Is it wrong to like someone?"

"Yes, but if you want to protect a person, you have to be rich, powerful, and powerful. Who do you have?"

"You can't even stop her from transferring to hospital, Song Yuhang, don't be whimsical. This is impossible to allow in the organization."

His words have already spoken for this purpose, and he is benevolent and righteous.

Feng Jianguo picked up the wide-brimmed hat and put it on his head, then turned to leave.

Song Yuhang raised his head from the setting sun, wearing a blue and white gown and bathing in the sun: "Lin Wei said, the brave are angry and draw their swords at the stronger, the timid ones are angry, and the weaker ones; I have no abilities. There is a lonely courage left. The rules are determined by people, people hinder me and surpass him, rules hinder me and break it."

"One day I will be the one who makes the rules, and one day I will walk openly on the street with my beloved."

Feng Jianguo's hand opening the door paused for a moment, then snorted coldly, "I don't know how high the sky is!"

When he went out, the tight corners of his lips showed a smile quietly.