Police Detective

The work at the police station would hardly bring much difficulty to Bai Song, except for some truly difficult cases, but such cases were rare in Shangjing as a whole.

In the past 2016, all murder cases in Shangjing City were solved, and Bai Song was almost uninvolved. Even in the "9.8" murder case last year, which resulted in five deaths and two injuries, the suspect only ran for two days before being caught. (Please refer to Baidu for details)

After sleeping for four hours at night, Bai Song had good energy the next day and got up on time at seven o'clock in the morning.

He can rest for half a day today and continue to rest tomorrow.

The police station was really busy. Yesterday was 24 hours a day. According to the normal 8-hour work system, we should have one day and two days off. But today we have to continue working, and we can't take a break at all.

After he got up early, he washed up first, then went to the front desk and learned that there were two or three disputes in the middle of the night and they had been resolved, so he went to eat with peace of mind. There is no time for running or exercising today.

I walked through several places, but apart from Master Weng who was on duty at the front desk, I didn't see anyone from Bai Song's group four. Weng Xianping is a relatively Buddhist person, and he basically doesn't get involved in any cases. He is just a community policeman, so Bai Song didn't ask him anything, and it wouldn't make much sense if he did.

After arriving at the cafeteria, there was still no one from group four, and Bai Song was a little puzzled.

"Inspector Bai, morning," several people in the cafeteria greeted Bai Song. Political Commissar Yan happened to be there, and he asked casually: "Where are the people in your group, not a single person is eating breakfast."

"I asked the old man. Yesterday, there were more than 130 police calls in one day. He was busy until three or four o'clock in the middle of the night and had to do a lot of things. I guess he took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep." Bai Song explained.

"So many?" Political Commissar Yan was also surprised: "Isn't yesterday the first day after the Spring Festival..."

Saying that, Political Commissar Yan thought for a while: "By the way, what happened to the suicide case last night? Hua's group said that the person was not rescued."

"When we went there, she was already standing on the edge of the fifth floor roof. She said a few words to her father and then jumped. She also deliberately avoided the inflatable air mattress and landed directly on her head. At that time, she was gone," said Bai Song. : "But the kid's mother went to the hospital to cause trouble, and we caught her."

"There's a riot in the hospital? Which hospital? How did it happen?" Political Commissar Yan has not received the news yet.

"Xiehe, chop your own neck with a knife." Bai Song took a big bite of the steamed bun.

"Where are you going to make trouble?" Political Commissar Yan was a little confused: "What is her request? Does she want the hospital to pay compensation? How was it resolved in the end?"

"It's nothing serious, I went to knock off the knife," Bai Song said, "She was just shocked and mentally unstable."

"Thank you for your hard work." Political Commissar Yan nodded: "But this woman should still be punished. After all, she is causing trouble in the hospital."

"Well," Bai Song didn't say anything else. He chatted for a while and finished his meal quickly, "I still need to give her a psychiatric evaluation later."

"That's for sure." Political Commissar Yan smiled: "For this kind of person, the period of criminal detention must be extended to let her calm down."

"I'm leaving first," Bai Song said.

"Yes." Political Commissar Yan did not stop Bai Song.

After Bai Song left, someone asked Political Commissar Yan: "Political Commissar, they all said that Inspector Bai is a person from the ministry. I didn't have much contact with him before. He was always with his junior brothers and sisters. Now that those students are gone, I feel that this leader I’m more active on duty than before.”

"He is indeed from the ministry. This has basically been made public. After the murder case last year, many people already knew it." Political Commissar Yan said: "Don't you dare believe it? He is 27 years old this year and basically has no background. Step by step from the police station to today.”

Bai Song faked his identity mainly so that he would not be misunderstood when facing ordinary people. Everyone in the police station actually knew about it, so Commissar Yan could chat casually.

"Ah?" Several policemen were a little in disbelief: "Who would believe this without any background!"

"I didn't believe it at first," Political Commissar Yan said, "but people are indeed different. You guys, learn from others."

"Political Commissar", a young policeman came over: "What about the last time I applied to go to the branch?"

"I mean learn from other people's work attitudes!" Political Commissar Yan became serious: "Besides, you go to Kong Shuo for this kind of thing."

Bai Song came out and went directly into the case handling area. In the case handling area were Xue Tieming and auxiliary police officer An Siming. The arrested woman was still sleeping.

"Why is she sleeping?" Bai Song asked.

"After a long night of tossing and going crazy here, I have lost my energy now, more like passing out." Xue Tieming said: "It's much better for her to be like this than to be awake. However, when she wakes up at noon, she can probably be interrogated. ”

"Didn't she take any medicine?" Bai Song was a little confused. In this case, it would be better to just give her a sedative.

"She is not ill. She was too excited last night. There is no need," Xue Tieming said, "We also asked the doctor about this yesterday."

"Oh oh oh", Bai Song thought for a while: "Where are Lao Du and the others? Are they all sleeping upstairs?"

"They have all gone to the hospital. Those doctors get off work at 8 o'clock. It takes 20 minutes for one person to go over there and get a transcript." Lao Xue said, "It's faster this way. These doctors are all Emergency, very hard.”

"I understand." Bai Song looked at the time. It was almost eight o'clock. "I'll go take a look."

It was very close here. Bai Song walked directly out of the case handling area and rode a shared bicycle to the hospital.

This is the morning rush hour and driving is really slow.

It was already past eight o'clock when we arrived at the hospital. Bai Song was wearing uniform and went in directly from the side door. He was still not familiar with the terrain here, but no one stopped him when he was wearing uniform. Of course, no one looked at him.

At this moment, an ambulance with a Jibei Province license plate flashed in from a corner, took off one or two wheels, and drove directly into the hospital. It seemed that there was no braking process at all, but it stopped for some reason. .

Immediately afterwards, the driver jumped out and opened the back door of the car. Three people in the car carried a stretcher and ran down. There was a person on the stretcher, covered with a white cloth, but his head was outside. From Bai Song's point of view, he could see The man came out with severe head trauma, and he didn't know how it was caused. And not only his head, but also his body must have been covered in blood, and the white cloth covering his body was also stained red in several places.

Bai Song even thought it was a corpse.

The driver must have been here before and took him directly to the rescue room. Bai Song followed him unconsciously.

When he arrived here, Bai Song found that this place was like a field hospital. He didn't know how many patients had been transferred here, and every patient was lying on the hospital bed, and they were all dying.

Going further, various monitoring alarms of "didi-didi" sounded near the entire emergency room, and patients were lying on the ground outside the door.

Yes, there is no hospital bed or chair. They are just lying on the ground. Everyone is in very bad condition. These people are still somewhat energetic, but they live in other places, have no place to stay, and have no ability to go out. They don’t even have the ability to care for themselves. I just lay here casually while being cared for.

Bai Song watched as two doctors jumped out of the room, jumped over two or three people at the door, and ran over here, shouting loudly what happened to the patient.

It's very noisy here. It really feels like a field hospital. Everyone, including the doctors, is in a very anxious state.

"Accident! Loss of intracranial pressure! Keep pressing with instruments!" This is the doctor in the ambulance. He is holding a "transfer notice" in his hand. On the transfer notice are several large red characters: "The situation is very serious. It is recommended to transfer to a higher-level hospital!”

"This way, this way! Rescue!" The doctor shouted and walked in one direction, then brought the person into the house.

Bai Song was dumbfounded, but he didn't ask too many questions, nor did he refuse at all, and rescued him first. In fact, Union Medical College is not the only good hospital. In terms of brain department, Xuanwu Hospital is still very good, but these doctors did not shirk at all, took care of the patients first, and acted very quickly.

This suddenly reminded Bai Song of a sentence, "Union Hospital, there is no external transfer notice!"

This hospital has no superior hospital to which I can transfer!

As the man was pushed in, Bai Song saw an envious look on the face of the man on the ground.

Bai Song could see the changes in people's expressions very accurately, but at this moment he couldn't understand why he was envious. The person who was lying on the hospital bed just now and was pushed in, obviously had a narrow escape from death, how could he be envious?

He slowly knelt down and asked the man in his 20s, "Why do you envy him?"

The man on the ground put a shabby quilt on the ground, and covered himself with another, and forced himself into a corner. Maybe he wanted to not disturb others as much as possible. When Bai Song said this, his dull eyes looked at him in confusion. Looking at Bai Song, and then Bai Song's police uniform, he stood up vigorously: "Comrade police."

What surprised Bai Song was that this was actually a relatively accurate Mandarin.

"Well, it's nothing. I just saw that you looked envious just now and was a little curious." Bai Song said truthfully: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"Ah", the man was a little embarrassed, bit his lip, and then tried his best to do it. At this time, Bai Song discovered that he had a soft needle inserted in his arm. This kind of long-term needle that does not need to be pulled out can be inserted into the blood vessel at any time. transport any liquid within.

"No need to get up." Bai Songshang helped the man lie down slowly.

"Ah" the man was a little embarrassed: "Comrade police, I don't mean anything else. I just think that he will be able to wait for the result soon, either alive or dead. That's fine. But it's not good if he becomes a vegetative state." ”

"So, you still don't know what your disease is?" Bai Song heard what the man meant.

"Ho" the man made a little noise and gave Bai Song a look that stood back. Bai Song then took a step back. Then the man slowly stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt, exposing one of his legs.

It was a purple and black leg. The ankle was rotten, and some rotten granules could even be seen inside. The calf was swollen like a durian, with durian-like bumps all over it.

Seeing this scene, Bai Song's pupils shrank a little: "What happened?"

"I don't know." The man gently tried to cover himself with the quilt, but it was easy to pull the quilt away, but not easy to cover him. As a result, Bai Song directly reached out and covered him.

"Aren't you afraid? I mean, being infected?" The man was a little embarrassed.

"If it's an infectious disease, the doctor won't let you stay here." Bai Song has been exposed to some common medical knowledge over the years: "Is this a fungal infection?"

"Yes, but the doctor doesn't know what kind of fungus it is." The man said, "My family spent a lot of money. After arriving here, I basically have no money."

"You're not sure what it is here?" Bai Song's heart still pounded because the scene just now was so shocking. He had seen many legs like this, but he had never seen it on a living person.

"The doctors here are very good." The man didn't force anything: "I'm really sorry now. I don't know whether I should tell you this or not. I'm just very, very confused. I don't want to treat him, but the doctor works very hard. My family members are all working part-time to make money for me. My mother is 65 this year and is here now."

Bai Song finally understood why so many people here had no one to accompany them. Maybe some of them really had no family, but for most people, the people who accompanied them were also laborers, and laborers had to make money.

"I don't want to tell you that there will be good results or anything like that," Bai Song said, "I have never experienced pain like you, but I have experienced life and death many times, and I have also experienced brain surgery like that person just now. I have experienced it. In fact, life is quite simple, isn’t it?

"Hahaha", the man actually laughed: "I'm afraid you will tell me a lot of truth. Thank you, comrade police, I will persevere, I will believe the doctor, and I will believe the police. In fact, there is a sentence I don't know As I said, I lived a very tired, hard, and depressed life for many years before. On the contrary, it was only after I became seriously ill that I discovered that the world is beautiful."

"Okay", Bai Song smiled slightly, stood up and walked out directly. He had no intention of telling this man that he had secretly stuffed hundreds of dollars into his bed just now.

Damn, I became a bad guy again.

Walking forward from here, Bai Song got lost. After going around a few times, he actually ended up near the morgue.

There are still many people here.

Xiehe is not a god. There are too many serious problems here, and too many people have died.

Of course, the mortality rate has never been a standard for measuring the quality of a hospital. A small door-to-door clinic may have a mortality rate of 0, because only people with colds and fevers will come.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the emergency department at night?" Bai Song asked a passing nurse.

The nurse wondered who was so sick, so she ran to the morgue to ask for directions. Seeing that it was a policeman, she didn't complain, pointed the way and left.

Baisong Road asked another person before he found the emergency department. When he saw Lao Du and others writing notes by hand, he knew that he could not help much anymore: "I'll drive when I get back in a while, so don't drive away."