To cure the disease, it is necessary to cure the root, find the root cause, and then cure it to get rid of the root.
When I returned to my residence, I began to check my belongings. I lived in this room for more than half a year. It was normal before. This abnormality seemed to start with bringing back the knife.
The knife is now on the bedside table. The knife is not long, it is only one foot long, three inches wide, thick back, square head, flat swallow mouth, wooden handle and circular ring. It is neither light nor heavy in the hand, just the right length.
But when I held the knife in front of my eyes and looked carefully, there was a feeling of spinning around the world.
Is this knife really at work
But this knife looks like an ordinary knife!
Putting down the knife, I lay on the bed and continued reading. I still fell asleep unknowingly. Before I slept for a long time, I heard someone knock on the door and got up, holding the knife and asked, "Who?"
The leopard answered outside, I opened the door and asked him to come in and sit down.
He lit a cigarette, and while smoking, he said, “I’m absolutely compelled to be a butcher. My grandfather is a butcher, and my dad is a butcher. Since I was a child, I can only kill pigs and sheep. I can’t even get my own stall, so I have to work for others. There are countless pigs and sheep that have died under my knife, but your knife is more powerful than my pig knife, because it was a killer. The knife is already full of hostility and demon. If you can't restrain it, it will eat you back."
I didn't understand, and asked, "The sword still has a magical nature, so can it even bite the owner?"
Leopard pinched out the cigarette butt, took my knife, and blew his curly hair, blowing a sharp edge.
"If you want to hold down this knife, you need to hungry it for a while, put it in a completely sealed box, and keep it from seeing the light. After a month, take it out and use it to chop stones. , Keep cutting its blade until it is rolled, and then sharpen it, so that it can be used by you honestly."
I should. It doesn't matter if I don't need a knife for a month, so I found an envelope in the drawer, stuffed the knife in, sealed the mouth, and placed it at the bottom of the drawer.
Leopard retrieved his whetstone and said: "Next time you need to use it, you can get it again. I'm going back to sharpen the knife."
Sending off the leopard, I continued to sleep, this time in the medicinal material warehouse in my dream, I followed the prescription prescribed by Professor Zheng for me to torment.
For the rest of the day, I started looking for a house, but I didn’t know many friends in the city, and most of them came from the countryside to work in the city. The house they introduced to me was either too far away from our hospital. Either the rent is too high.
The New Year is getting closer and closer, but my work and life remain the same. I don’t have a holiday to go home, and I have to stick to my post even during the New Year.
And as the end of the year reached the end, there were more people fighting and fighting. At 20 o'clock in the twelfth lunar month, I went to the emergency room with Dr. Min at night. The ambulance stopped at a dimly-lit street. The street was cordoned off with police lights. Flashing.
A policeman introduced to us: "There has just been a knife fighting accident here. One of them had a knife in his heart and urgently needed rescue!"
Because of the emergency, the two auxiliary policemen had already carried the victim into the ambulance. Dr. Min immediately rolled up the white coat and sleeves and began to give first aid to the patient.
Old Xu drove back to the hospital. The patient's hair was messy, his face was bloodstained, and the leather jacket on his body had been stabbed several times. I took off his coat and tore off his sweater and shirt, revealing his chest. Of the knife.
The knife stabbed the fourth rib of the patient's right chest, and a large amount of black blood gushed out of the wound. Xiao Tang reported: "The patient has no breathing, his heartbeat and pulse, and his body temperature is also dropping."
Now that he can no longer stop the bleeding of the patient, Dr. Min put on rubber gloves, reached into the chest cavity from the wound of the patient, and began to perform heart compressions for the patient.
A puff of black blood spurted from the patient's mouth, his eyes staring, and he wandered between life and death.
The ambulance quickly returned to the emergency department of our hospital. Old Xu and I carried the stretcher directly to the operating room, and Dr. Min, who was accompanying us, motioned us to stop.
He sighed, shook his head and said, "The patient is dead, so don't bother."
The family member of the patient who rushed over was a young woman. After hearing this, she immediately sat on the ground and began to cry.
Doctor Min motioned us to put the deceased in the rescue room first, and wait for the forensic doctor to come for an autopsy.
After the deceased was taken to the rescue room and put down, I went back to the doctor's office and sat down. I couldn't calm down for a long time. This patient won't be killed by me, right
The emergency department was silent late at night, except for the crying of the patient's family members.
Xiao Tang washed his hands and came back and asked me: "Why are you looking so ugly, and you are sweating, isn't it sick?"
I hurriedly explained: "This is the first time I have encountered a patient who died without results, and I may be a little nervous."
Doctor Min also washed his hands, changed his white coat, and returned to his seat. Xiao Tang brought him a cup of hot tea. He took a sip and said, "My life is in my hands, I can only cherish it. To live long."
However, the cry of the family members of the deceased was horrifying, and Dr. Min said indifferently: “The emergency department of the hospital is the place where the deaths are the most. Almost every rescuer has killed more than one patient.”
I felt a little cold, so I picked up a cup of hot water. As soon as I took a sip, Dr. Hang, the forensic doctor, hurried over with a police officer and asked Dr. Min, "Where is the body of the deceased?"
Dr. Min asked me to cooperate with Forensic Doctor Hang to perform an autopsy on the deceased.
When I came to the deceased in the emergency room, I said to the family of the deceased: "Please be sorrowful, and the forensic doctor will conduct an autopsy!"
This young woman in a dark green padded jacket wiped the tears from her face and replied in Sichuan dialect: "I know, you must bring the murderer to justice and avenge my husband."
The auxiliary police took the family of the deceased out for questioning. Forensic Doctor Hang took out his gloves and put on them, and then began to examine the deceased. He asked me: "Doctor Yuan, have you ever encountered a dead patient before?"
I shook my head. Dr. Hang was in his early forties, but his face was wrinkled. He took out a lancet and motioned me to take off all the clothes of the deceased. He wiped the face of the deceased with alcohol cotton wool.
The body of the deceased was cold. I mustered up the courage to take off the deceased’s travel shoes, his socks, and then his pants.
My hand accidentally touched the deceased’s thigh, and I shuddered in shock.
"Doctor Yuan, are you afraid?" Doctor Hang asked.
I nodded. After all, this was a dead person, who was taken away by death in front of me.
Doctor He illuminated the head of the deceased with a flashlight and said: "The deceased’s pupils were dilated, his forehead was injured, and the back of his head was also injured, but the fatal injury was the heart. The other party stabbed him in the chest cavity, punctured the heart, and died of blood loss. ."
I stood by the rescue bed and saw the face of the deceased.
This man has high cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and his eyes are wide open. His arms are tattooed with a snake spitting out the core pattern. The wound under his ribs is more than an inch long, like an open mouth. The ribs inside are clearly visible. The heart can also be seen behind the ribs.
Dr. Hang opened the wound and introduced to me: "Behind the ribs is the punctured heart of the deceased. The right atrium was punctured. With our current medical technology, it is impossible to save life."
I nodded in agreement, and Dr. Hang said to me while filling out the autopsy report: "A person dies like a lamp, and a person lives in one breath. When it dies, it is an icy corpse, which will decay and turn into dust over time."
"What about the soul?" I asked: "After a person dies, will the soul quickly dissipate?" (End of this chapter)