Great detective, your wife is jealous again! GL

The small garden of the hospital is adjacent to the inpatient department, with green trees, twittering birds and fragrant flowers. People in hospital clothes in twos and threes are being supported by their relatives or nurses, taking a walk in the sun, which is in stark contrast to the chaos in the emergency room of the hospital.

In the corner of the small garden, there was obviously no one paying attention to the small room where sundries were piled up.

At the narrow door of the room, the old man held a pair of large scissors for planting flowers and plants in one hand, with his back facing the sun, just blocking the entrance and exit.

"What are you looking for here? This is a place to put rubbish. There is nothing valuable." The old man raised his cloudy eyes slowly, and looked blankly at the two women in front of him.

Although he had met the old man a few times, he didn't seem to know them at all. From his tone, he regarded them as thieves who came to steal.

"Trash, I think these things shouldn't be rubbish." Chu Shi'an straightened her back slightly, and she lightly patted An Shijin who was holding onto her sleeve, motioning for her to let go.

An Shijin looked up at her, bit his lips, and the panic and worry in his eyes gradually faded away.

After all, it is a hospital, and there are people outside, even if this weird old man wants to do something, someone will know if he shouts loudly.

An Shijin took a deep breath, and let go of Chu Shi'an calmly.

Because her back injury hadn't healed yet, Chu Shi'an's walking posture was still a little stiff and slow, and she walked slowly to the small desk in the corner of the room.

He casually picked up the neatly arranged books, flipped through them, and saw obscure and difficult medical terminology, as well as neat and clear red letters on the side.

"Old man, these are not rubbish." Chu Shi'an narrowed his eyes, grabbed the book and shook it gently at the silent old man standing at the door with his head bowed.

"It's all books discarded by doctors in the hospital. It's not garbage." The old man coughed lightly, and finally let the door open. He walked to the open toolbox and gently put the scissors in his hand.

"The old man has studied medicine before. You should know what adrenaline is." Chu Shi'an nodded thoughtfully, put the book in his hand back to its original position, and walked slowly to the place where nothing was tied up. The side of the trolley for weaving cloth strips.

"It's a joke, even if you don't study medicine, you still know what it is after staying in the hospital for so long." The old man's tone was harsh, and although his expression was dull, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"I heard that there is a minority in the north. Every house has a cloth rope made of white, blue, and red cloth strips, and then it is soaked with the special herbs of that place for several days and nights, and hung on the door. Carrying it on your body can exorcise evil spirits and bring good luck. Is the old man from that place?" Chu Shi'an lightly touched the beautifully woven cloth rope on the small trailer. Although it still looked bright, he could still see It turned out that the rope was severely frayed, and it must have been tied here for a long time.

"What exactly do you want to ask? If you have nothing to do, go out. I have to clean up. No one else can come in here." Cloth rope, began to drive people up.

An Shijin stood aside quietly and listened for a while without interrupting. Chu Shi'an's wild questioning made her a little confused.

But she was still serious, quietly waiting for Chu Shian to solve the mystery.

"A few days ago, when I was looking through the staff information of the hospital, I happened to see the information of the elderly. You only filled in the information of the last three years, and your identity is a lonely and elderly wandering foreigner. I didn't care about it at the time, but I saw it today. I found that the handwriting of the old man filling in the information is the same as the handwriting on these medical materials." Chu Shi'an slightly raised his lips and smiled, confident and serious.

"The old man is hiding it. I guess you were not a wandering outsider before, but a doctor with a lot of experience and good medical skills, right?"

"The doctor, that is, a barefoot doctor in the countryside. He cured people and was fired. He was notorious, and he came here to live as a sweeper." The old man didn't justify himself, he just admitted it.

His expression was still indifferent and dull, he quietly looked at the hand-woven cloth rope tied on the small trailer, a little bewildered.

"In the elevator that day, I saw the cloth strips tied to the trolley. I didn't pay attention to it. It was just yesterday that when I was looking through the photos of the victim, I accidentally caught a glimpse. Two months ago, a victim who was sent to the hospital for rescue A homeless woman, a victim. The cloth strips tied to her hands are exactly the same as the ones on your cart, but a little smaller than yours. I boldly guess that the old man and her are from the same place. "

Chu Shi'an turned her head to look at the cart. She didn't stop at the bright but worn cloth rope, but continued to talk.

"The murderer likes to chat with every victim, tell them their illness, talk to them about family and friends, talk about pain, talk about dreams, because he needs to know all their pain from the victim's mouth, and he wants to make these victims Imply to myself that they are too painful to live, and they want to be relieved. In this way, the murderer will openly stand in the position of a god and announce their liberation, which also obliterates their lives."

"Lima can't speak Mandarin, she can only speak a little bit of simple, and she can talk to so many people, I'm probably the only one in this hospital, what an obvious answer." The old man suddenly smiled softly, The corners of his lips were raised stiffly, and he showed a complicated expression.

Can't tell whether to laugh or cry.

The old man's words undoubtedly admitted that he was the murderer.

What an unbelievable and simple way of killing people, clever and unnoticed, it was not done by those doctors in the hospital, but by this old man who had never been noticed.

An Shijin took a deep breath, turned her head to look at Chu Shian, reached out to grab her hand, and nodded slightly.

Now that the murderer has confessed, it's time to call the police.

Let the police deal with this old murderer.

After following An Shijin's footsteps for two steps, Chu Shi'an stopped. She turned around and looked at the old man with his hunched back and head bowed, and asked softly.

"Tell me, your determination and original intention to do so, everything has a reason."

"The reason, the reason is that they are in too much pain, so painful that they don't even have the strength to end their own lives. They are all the same, and they don't have loved ones who care about them. They are so painful, lying in bed every day, watching the pain devour themselves bit by bit. You think I am killing them, no, I am saving them, I am freeing them, they just want to die, but no one can help them, these expensive medicines of these doctors are just continuing their life pain."

The old man turned around, his turbid eyes cleared instantly, he waved his hands a little excitedly, his eyes full of enthusiasm, like a radical believer.

"No one has the right to end a person's life, and this is especially true for doctors. The doctor's accusation is to save people. Doctors should be guardians and rescuers, not perpetrators. You are simply absurd." An Shijin frowned, Looking at the old man, he couldn't help but retort coldly.

"Save, protect. But when your patient is begging you, she is kneeling on the ground begging you, begging to end her pain, begging you to help her end her never-ending pain. You clearly know those drugs, although It can prolong her life, but it will cause her a lot of pain. In the end, it is just two more days of life and two more days of pain. What should you do, doctor, tell me what you should do."

The old man's eyes were red, and he pointed at An Shijin angrily.

"You tell me what to do."

An Shijin slightly opened her lips, but didn't say anything. She found that she didn't seem to have an answer to this question.

As a doctor, I should treat patients and relieve their pain.

But if death is compared with sickness, it is relief.

What if those erosive drugs prolong life, but bring a thousand times more pain.

An Shijin is a forensic doctor. Compared with doctors who treat diseases and save lives, what she comes into contact with is just some dead bodies. She cannot see the pain and helplessness of the bodies. Those bodies lying on the dissecting table will not Shout pain.She didn't know how to answer the old man's question.

An Shijin was a little shaken, and she looked at Chu Shi'an for help.

She hoped that Chu Shi'an could say a rebuttal that was impossible to refute.

It's just that Chu Shi'an lowered his head slightly and remained silent. Her eyes were clear and confused, and she seemed to be in a daze.

In a daze at this time.

"You don't know whether the answer is right or not." The old man sneered, and he walked slowly to the side of the cart, looking at the bright rope quietly.

Withered and old hands gently caressed the knot, softly nostalgic.

"Do you know who the patient I treated and died in my hometown is?"

the old man asked.

When no one answered him, he curled his lips and opened his mouth with a sob.

"My wife, I personally pulled out her oxygen tube at night."

The police came very quickly, and they quickly arrested the old cleaning man who had been honest and lonely in the hospital.

The old man did not have the slightest excuse, he admitted his crime without hesitation.

No one in the hospital took the time to pay attention to why the old man was taken away by the police. They were still busy, busy saving those suffering patients.

In the crowd, the old man was hunched over, with cold handcuffs on his wrists. When he walked out of the hospital gate, he suddenly turned his head.

His cloudy eyes were shining, he looked at Chu Shi'an lightly, and said softly: "If it were you, what would you do."

Before Chu Shi'an could reply after speaking, he was dragged into the car by the accompanying arresting police.

It's just that when he got into the car, he still stared at Chu Shi'an standing at the door with indifferent and sharp eyes.

What would you do if it were you.

If the person you love is in so much pain that you know she can't live, and the hospital treatment is just to let her live in pain for two more days, what do you do when she begs you, begs you to end her pain.

What are you going to do about it.

An Shijin took Chu Shian's hand and called her several times, but Chu Shian didn't seem to hear her. She turned her head slowly and looked towards the hospital hall.

Patients lying on stretchers covered in blood were taken to the operating room one by one by whistling rollers, and those screams of pain came into her mind sentence by sentence.

Suddenly, a soft and painful voice came from my ear.

"Ann, help me."

The voice was soft and moving, but it contained extreme pain and forbearance.

The dark corner hidden in my mind was slowly uncovered.

As if time went backwards, Chu Shi'an stood in the ward in a daze, with a thick white bandage wrapped around her neck, and the deep red blood seeped through the bandage, spreading bit by bit.

On the hospital bed lay a frail and frightening girl.

Although she was pale and thin, Chu Shi'an recognized her as Chu Lian.

Chu Lian slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of pain and despair, she looked at Chu Shi'an as if looking at straws.

Her face was as pale as a cold corpse, and the oxygen mask on her mouth was lightly sprayed with a layer of white mist.

Chu Lian moved her lips, and she said a word.

Chu Shi'an nodded lightly, and she walked forward step by step. The blood on her neck overflowed from the bandage with her movements, but she didn't seem to feel it at all.

Like a numb puppet.

Chu Shi'an knelt by the bed, her eyes were hollow and white, she stared deeply at Chu Lian.

Slowly stretched out his hand.

"I'll help you, little pity."

Chu Shi'an heard this sentence coming out of his own mouth.

Then she slowly, slowly, removed Chu Lian's oxygen tube bit by bit.

"I'll help you."