"Hurry up, notify the blood bank to prepare blood, four units of red blood cells!"
"Is the defibrillator ready?"
In the emergency room, the sound of the equipment charging sizzled, and the doctor pressed down on the young woman's chest.
"Charging 200J, charging is complete, get out of the way!"
The woman's body bounced, and her face was already pale due to excessive ischemia. As soon as the defibrillator took her head, she turned to the other side, and a blood mixture leaked from the corner of her lips.
"Adrenaline, another one!" A dozen or so 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.
"Blood is coming, blood is coming!" The nurse ran in with the incubator and handed the blood to the doctor. Before it could be hung up, the ECG monitor had turned into a horizontal straight line.
The other emergency room was also in the same chaos.
Lin Youyuan came hurriedly from the corridor pushed by the butler, his face seemed to be covered with frost, coughing uncontrollably.
When Feng Jianguo saw him at first sight, he turned his head a little unbearably.
The old man covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed, clutching the bloody side into his palm, and said in a deep voice.
"How's it going?"
Feng Jianguo frowned and remained silent.
Lin Yan fell too suddenly.
Excessive blood loss and exhaustion, as well as hypothermia, hypoxia, wound infection, Guillain-Barré syndrome...
When everyone rushed to send Song Yuhang to the ambulance and looked back, she was already lying lightly on the ground.
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.
Maybe it was because of the cold, Lin Youyuan coughed violently, the butler patted his back for him: "Master, take care of yourself, Miss is a lucky man..."
As if to confirm his words, the lights in the emergency room went out.
The doctor took off his mask and ran out: "Who is Lin Yan's family member, come in and see her for the last time."
Lin Youyuan leaned forward suddenly, coughing continuously.
"Master!" Steward Lin quickly supported him with tears in his eyes.
Lin Youyuan waved his hand, and looked at Feng Jianguo through the gap between his shoulders.
He straightened up slowly: "I'll go in, and you go too. Others don't follow in. You Jiangcheng City Bureau must give me an explanation for this matter."
Thinking that this was about to ask the teacher for a crime, the other people in the corridor were silent, and they were so overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere that they didn't dare to take a breath.
A criminal investigation team leader suffered brain damage and was in a deep coma, and is still being rescued.
A person in charge of technical investigation, who is also the heir of a deeply rooted family business, has been issued a death notice.
Feng Jianguo put on a wide-brimmed hat and strode in with the doctor: "She died to save people, and she deserved it."
When Lin Ge arrived at the hospital, the white cloth had already covered her face.
All the equipment in the emergency room was withdrawn, and she just lay there quietly.
Lin Youyuan was not in a wheelchair, but limped out with the support, his cloudy eyes were bloodshot.
He passed by Lin Ge and was helped into a wheelchair by the housekeeper.
"Go see your sister."
Lin Ge took two steps forward, then froze suddenly, his movements slowed down, as if he couldn't believe it, the outstretched hand retracted and clenched tightly into a fist.
He didn't know how long he stood in such 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 took was like stepping on the tip of a knife.
The hand clenched into a fist finally spread out and grabbed the white cloth.
Lin Ge closed his eyes, trembling, and opened them.
After a long time, he covered his face and knelt beside 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 injury, and Xiaowei suffered from severe PTSD due to electric shock.
She quit her job and was exhausted between home, the children's hospital, and the downtown hospital every day, and she had to deal with the occasional interrogation by the police.
"Do you know him?" On the table were pictures of two men, one fat and the other thin.
She was silent.
The investigator asked: "Is there any holiday?"
"Where is the child? Can you accept our inquiry and identify the suspect—"
Ji Jingxing raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and he raised his voice to question: "My husband is a deceased public security martyr, and my sister is a criminal policeman, and she is still lying unconscious on a hospital bed. I am a lawyer, and my daughter is only seven years old. I’m still a three-good student at school, our family is a law-abiding citizen, where can I meet vicious gangsters, tell me?!”
The portrait of the dead husband hangs quietly in the center of the living room.
As if she didn't hear her mother's voice, Xiao Wei sat with her knees tucked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the sunset with a doll in her arms.
She has been like this since she woke up in the hospital that day, unwilling to talk, unwilling to meet strangers, especially strange men.
Ji Jingxing's heart ached so badly that his tears had long been shed.
The investigator apologized and stood up: "Excuse me."
Ji Jingxing didn't see it off, and when he got to the door, he asked again: "Lin Yan—"
There had long been rumors in the bureau that Song Yuhang and Lin Yan were on good terms, so he didn't avoid it either.
"Forensic doctor Lin's memorial service will be held in Jiangcheng Funeral Home in January."
Ji Jingxing covered his face with his hands, sniffed, "Understood, thank you."
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"Boss Feng, he's caught."
"Close the interrogation room, I will ask myself."
Feng Jianguo walked into the interrogation room alone without anyone accompanying him. The iron door was locked, and the person sitting opposite trembled.
After a few days of desperate life, he is not as fat as in the photo.
Feng Jianguo's falcon-like eyes fixed on him firmly. Although he was old, he was still strong, and the white hair on his temples added to his majesty.
The olive branches and four-pointed star flowers on the epaulettes reflected a cold light under the pale light.
The fat man knew that this was a high-ranking official. He huddled on the chair with his head down, not saying a word.
He hadn't showered for a few days, and he was sweaty and smelled bad. There were blood stains on his body, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
When the police found him, he was squatting under the pier drinking sewage from the river.
Feng Jianguo said calmly, "Your companion is dead, and was shot to death."
Mentioning his companion, Fatty trembled even more, hugging his head, remembering the scene where his brain burst: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't know anything..."
"Whoever seeks skin from a tiger will surely die." Feng Jianguo poured a cup of hot water for him and pushed it to his hand.
"You want to live?"
In the water vapor, he looked at the old man's resolute face, then at the disposable paper cup on the table, took a sip tremblingly, and cried out loudly.
God knows he hasn't drank boiled water for several days.
"I want to live, I want to live." The man cried with snot and tears all over his face: "I'm so hungry, I want to eat, they have been chasing me, someone wants my life—"
Feng Jianguo gestured towards the monitor, someone came in, he gave some instructions, and after a while, the other party came in with a KFC bag.
Feng Jianguo put it in front of him: "Eat, tell me everything you know after eating, and I will guarantee you to stay comfortably in the detention center with food and drink until the court judges."
The fat man looked at him, pulled it over, took out a chicken leg from the bag, devoured it, and even licked the oil off his fingers.
Feng Jianguo waited for him to finish eating, then skimmed off the froth in the teacup.
The fat man ate up the entire family barrel, burped and rubbed his belly.
"Is there any more?"
"Yes, please tell me first, I'll have someone bring it to you for the roast chicken in the cafeteria tonight."
"If I had known that your police treated criminals so humanely, I would have surrendered..." Fatty still had lingering fears when he thought of his companion's death and his escape life 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 children?"
The fat man rubbed his hands, and smiled shyly: "Lack of money, owed gambling debts."
"Who promised to give you fifty thousand dollars?"
When this question was mentioned, the fat man became submissive again: "I don't know, he never shows up in person, he always asks his subordinates to meet at night."
"Do you have any characteristics?" The old director dipped his fingers in his saliva, opened his notebook, and took notes.
"Every time I come here, I cover my face, so I can't see my face clearly. However, I wear it very well, and the leather shoes are polished. The boss behind him should also be a rich and powerful person."
According to the rules of the road, if you hire someone to do something, you usually have to pay a deposit in advance. These two kidnappers did it without getting a penny, which is not in line with common sense.
Feng Jianguo stopped writing: "I'll let you go right away if you're lying."
"Don't, don't—" the fat man became excited and licked his lips: "I really haven't seen what that person looks like, he didn't give a deposit, but he gave this..."
The fat man was handcuffed, and rubbed two fingers together.
In the winter, he wore a short-sleeved shirt, shivering from the cold, and had needle holes on his arm.
Feng Jianguo frowned and understood.
"Give me a detailed description of the physical characteristics."
"Male, about 1.7 meters tall, with single eyelids. Every time he comes here, he wears a suit, leather shoes, and a watch that can't be named. There is a birthmark the size of a thumb on his right wrist."
As if he was afraid that Feng Jianguo would really let him go, the fat man vomited cleanly like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
One afternoon, her mouth was dry and she was addicted to drugs again. She yawned and leaned weakly on the chair.
"I said leader, have you finished asking?"
Feng Jianguo looked up at him: "Where are the children kidnapped by you sold?"
The fat man considered his expression carefully: "Why don't you give me some more?"
He stretched out two fingers again and rubbed them together.
Feng Jianguo smiled, and the fat man's heart fell back into his stomach, thinking: This leader has a really good temper, if he knew the situation was so easy to deal with, he would fucking surrender himself.
Before he was happy for too long, he was splashed with a cup of hot tea, and the fat man howled like ghosts and wolves.
Feng Jianguo stroked his uniform and stood up.
"Damn it, it's not good for you to kidnap someone. Kidnapping the relatives of the police, do you know what it means to break ground on the head of Tai Sui? Let me tell you, the entire Jiangcheng Bureau has the final say. Today I want you to die here with your life for your life." Nobody knows either."
As Feng Jianguo spoke, he slowly approached him, with a hulking back and a shadow cast on the floor.
The fat man was sitting on the interrogation chair, shrinking back, watching his hands touch the holster on his waist, 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 from under the chair with disdain, and took a step back holding his nose.
"Say."
"I can sell them everywhere, anyway, they are all in remote mountainous areas, but the best ones are in Southeast Asia. Smuggling is risky, but you can get a lot of money."
"Who is connecting with you?"
The fat man was afraid that he would pull out the gun, so he rushed to answer: "Aunt Hong, it's Aunt Hong!"
Feng Jianguo raised his eyebrows, and wrote down the physical characteristics of "Aunt Hong" in detail.
"Where can I find her? How to connect?"
"Huange Nightclub, there is no connection code, she has connections, she only does business with acquaintances, she not only helps people smuggle, but also acts as a broker."
Seeing that he had vomited completely, Feng Jianguo touched his lower back with his hand. He seemed uncomfortable and panicked, and took out a pink toy gun.
"Sorry, I brought the wrong one, I bought it for my granddaughter."
Fatty's eyes were darkened, and he almost passed out, he was really cunning and cunning.
Feng Jianguo walked out with the notebook under his arm, his face condensed, and he ordered: "Send him to the compulsory drug rehabilitation center, without my signature, no one is allowed to meet and interrogate him privately, even if the governor comes, do you understand? !"
"Understood!" Everyone raised their hands to their temples and responded.
Xue Rui, the vice-captain of criminal investigation, temporarily replaced Song Yuhang in charge of escorting, put the gun in the holster and was ready to go.
The colleague poked him on the arm: "Usually, I have never seen Bureau Feng lose such a temper and interrogate alone behind closed doors. If this happens, our supervision and complaint department would have come to him long ago."
Another colleague also took a gun and replied: "No way, it's Team Song and...Forensic Doctor Lin who made the accident. Let's not mention it for the moment, have you heard? With Feng Bureau, our Jiangcheng City Bureau ranked first in the province in terms of homicide detection rate this year, and it’s not all because of Team Song’s real swords and guns."
"If Director Feng is promoted, maybe..." He paused, with a lot of meaning.
"But at this juncture, Zhao Ting's beloved apprentice, something happened to our city bureau, do you think he can not be angry?"
Xue Rui frowned, and stopped talking: "Okay, stop talking, it's important to perform the mission, let's go."
A few colleagues looked at me and I looked at you, touched their noses, and hurriedly followed.
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In 2009, the last winter snow fell.
When the withered green plants on the window sill sprouted the first shoots, Mother Song recovered and was discharged from the hospital.
Ji Jingxing drove her and Xiao Wei home, passing the big screen in the downtown square.
Waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, Song's mother stared out the window in a daze.
"This newspaper has learned that Lin Yan, the daughter of Jingtai Group CEO Lin Youyuan, died heroically at the age of 33 in order to save the lives of her colleagues during a mission. The memorial service will be held at Jiangcheng City Funeral Home at 14:00 today. Not only business people will be present, but police representatives will also be present... ”
Next, Jingtai's executives were interviewed and confirmed the news.
Some insiders, who did not want to be named, were interviewed by the media, and they all mentioned how beautiful Lin Yan was, how amazing he was, and how he was outstanding in forensic science...
It's unimaginable that a year ago she was still the "black-hearted forensic doctor", "executioner", half-hearted "scumbag" announced by the whole network, and wreaths were placed at the court entrance.
In a blink of an eye, he became a "martyr" praised by people.
When you die, people start to miss you.
This world is really ironic.
Mother Song turned her face: "Jing Xing..."
Ji Jingxing understood, turned the steering wheel to the left, and merged into the traffic.
Jiangcheng funeral home.
"Sorry, no invitation, no entry."
The bodyguards of the Lin family guarding the door were wearing black suits with white flowers on their chests, and politely declined their condolence requests.
Today, the entire venue is under martial law. Not only are members of the Lin family guarding it, but a lot of police are also deployed.
Mother Song's silver hair was disheveled by the wind, her eyes were slightly red, she opened her mouth, and swallowed what she wanted to say.
Ji Jingxing helped the person to leave: "Let's go, Mom."
Xiaowei took grandma's hand, she didn't smile so much, her eyes were filled with pure innocence and cruelty.
"What happened to Aunt Lin?"
Mother Song touched her head lovingly: "Same as your aunt, she fell asleep."
Back home, Ji Jingxing was busy packing things for them.
"Mom, you can move to my side to live with us. I can rest assured that she has a companion, and I can take care of you more, so you don't have to run back and forth."
Mother Song walked into Song Yuhang's room tremblingly as if she hadn't heard, took out a photo frame from her drawer, and wiped off the dust on it with her hands.
It was taken by Song Yuhang for her. On 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 is just gone. Whose heart is not fleshy, how sad should her parents be..."
Mother Song staggered out while muttering, and put the photo frame next to Brother Song Yuhang.
Ji Jingxing came out of the kitchen and watched her burn three sticks of incense.
"Mom, it's not appropriate..."
The old lady took out a jade bracelet from her sleeve, it was just a pair with the one on her wrist, and slowly placed it in front of the photo frame.
"My mother called me this bracelet when I married Yichen's father. I originally planned to give you one, and give the rest to Yuhang after she gets married. There is nothing inappropriate."
"I hate her...it's the Song family."
Ji Jingxing was heartbroken again after saying a word, 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, she has not been as energetic as before, her movements are slow, and her ears have started to go back.
Ji Jingxing's eyes turned hot: "I told you to move in and live with us."
Mother Song waved her hand: "No, no, I can still walk, and the in-laws who moved there should have some opinions."
Ji Jingxing's parents were already dissatisfied with her insistence on giving birth to a posthumous child back then, and these years they seldom visited this granddaughter, and even cared less about Ji Jingxing.
After the Song family's accident, Ji Jingxing's parents also came once or twice to ask her to take the child home. Of course, Song's mother knew about it, so she refused to drag her down any longer.
"Mom, don't you regard me as the 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, and when he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't care about everything that happens around him, he doesn't like to laugh, he's even less lively, and he won't let them easily hugged.
Even Ji Jingxing had to be careful when he wanted to hug her or get close to her.
"Xiaowei looks like this, how can I take the plane, how can I take her back to Ji's house with confidence. You watched her grow up since she was a child, even if it's not for me, for the sake of the child, move here and live with us."
Of course Ji Jingxing understood her thoughts, after being strong for so long, it was the first time that he broke down and choked up.
"If it's a drag or not, just take it as it is, and stay with me. Let's be each other's companions."
Tears welled up in Song's mother's cloudy eyes, and the mother and daughter hugged each other and wept.
"Good boy, mom will accompany you."
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Song Yuhang had a very long dream.
She dreamed that she was floating in the deep sea, where she couldn't see her fingers.
Someone swam towards her through the darkness and gently lifted her body.
Her fingers slid through her soft hair, missing.
Song Yuhang's heart tightened: "Who are you?"
The woman turned her head and pressed her ear: "My name is Lin Yan."
Lin Yan, Lin Yan, Lin Yan...
She thought about the name, and her eyes lit up: my fiancée.
She grabbed the other party's arm excitedly, and chattered endlessly: "Lin Yan, Yan Yan, I bought a ring, and I'll give it to you now, okay? I want to take a wedding photo with you. I'm interested in the one in police uniform. I bought a house in the city center, and I will pay the deposit when you like it after seeing it, and let's adopt a child, who is as cute, cute, sensible and obedient as Xiao Wei... "
No matter what she said, the woman just laughed and dragged her slowly upstream.
It was bright daylight.
Lin Yan let go of her hand: "Song Yuhang."
"Huh?" She was still immersed in excitement and couldn't extricate herself.
The woman pulled her down by the collar, and kissed her forehead.
Along with the words, there were also tears.
"I got to go, bye."
Song Yuhang was startled: "Where are you going? Didn't you come to find me?"
As she spoke, Lin Yan's body was sunk in a white light, becoming more and more transparent.
"Lin Yan?!" She screamed in shock, stretched out her hand to catch it, threw herself into nothingness, and staggered.
"Lin Yan..." With a tube stuck in his throat, Song Yuhang struggled indistinctly, thin sweat dripped from his forehead.
The brain waves that had been silent for a long time finally began to fluctuate, and all the values were also steadily rising.
Ji Jingxing watched her eyelids flutter up and down, her fingers grasping the quilt in vain, wept with joy, and rushed out to call for the doctor.
A large group of medical staff poured into the narrow single ward in an instant, when 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 grew long, hanging down to cover her eyes, and her lips were chapped and pale caused by long-term lack of water. Those pale brown eyes lost their spirits and were bloodshot as they stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Yuhang..." Mother Song held her hand with tears streaming down her face, calling her name repeatedly.
Ji Jingxing put his arms around Xiao Wei and covered his lips with his hands: "Xiao Wei, my name is Auntie."
Xiaowei said timidly on her face, "Auntie..."
Under repeated calls from his family, Song Yuhang's out-of-focus gaze finally found its direction.
Looking at Mother Song's face, she bent her lips slightly, and her chapped lips began to bleed.
The doctor was also very moved: "Great, this is simply a miracle in the history of medicine. Fortunately, I didn't stay at the bottom of the sea for a long time, and I performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation in time. Otherwise, the degree of brain damage would be hard to say."
Mother Song moistened her lips with a cotton swab.
Song Yuhang turned his head, as if he wanted to say something.
Mother Song understood and bent down.
Song Yuhang's voice was hoarse and he was still speechless. She barely raised her finger, and wrote in her palm.
"Lin Yan."
Mother Song's eyes were red.
Ji Jingxing helped the man aside: "Mom, go back and rest first, I will keep watch tonight."
Song Yuhang's pleading eyes turned to her again, his lips trembled, and tears rolled in his eyes.
Ji Jingxing stuffed her hands into the bed, not daring to look any further, turned his back to pour water for her, forced a smile.
"Lin Yan was also injured and couldn't get out of bed for the time being. She said that she will come to see you when she recovers."
In her impression, Ji Jingxing never lied or cheated others.
A smile appeared on the corner of Song Yuhang's lips. She was covered with gauze all over her body, including her chin. That smile looked completely stiff, naive and silly.
But she just smiled happily inexplicably, the kind of happiness that even bystanders can feel.
Mother Song couldn't bear it anymore, she turned around and took Xiao Wei out.
Going outside and sitting on the bench, Xiao Wei grabbed her knee: "Grandma, why are you crying?"
Song Yuhang was overjoyed, and seemed to think of something, opened his mouth a little eagerly, "hoho" speechless.
Ji Jingxing supported her: "What's the matter, is there something uncomfortable?"
Song Yuhang wrote on the bed sheet: ring.
All her net worth, and the token of love that she hadn't had time to send out, can't just be lost like this.
Ji Jingxing turned around and took it out for her from the drawer of the bedside table.
It was pulled out of her pocket by the medical staff during the rescue that day. She hid it deep, and the zipper lock was not enough in the chest pocket of the jacket, so she sewed it up herself with crooked needles and threads.
It took the medical staff a long time to cut it open. The ring box was still wet when it was handed over to the family members.
Putting Ji Jingxing in her hand, Song Yuhang squeezed it tightly into his palm, curled up his lips and smiled, and stars suddenly lit up in his dull eyes.
Ji Jingxing felt very sad when he saw it, and pulled the quilt for her: "Go to sleep."
She couldn't stand it any longer.
Song Yuhang closed his eyes contentedly, letting sleepiness engulf him.
She thought, she will come, Lin Yan will definitely come to see her, and then she will put the ring on her ring finger.
She will never escape again in this life.
But until the injury was healed and he was able to walk on the ground, Lin Yan never came again.