what's in the depths

"Team Zhu, don't you want to go?" Seeing that Zhu Yuhan was still staring at the table in a daze, Tong Si called him, and then he managed to regain his senses, and walked out of the research institute with two bags of disinfectant.

How to describe it, that is, something was placed on it, and after many years, such a mark was formed.

The car radio made an emergency report on the recent small-scale outbreak of influenza, saying that patients in the hospital are now in the corridors, the supply of beds is in short supply, and the medical staff have not slept with their eyes closed for several days, and reminded the public to pay attention to protection.

"This is not a period of frequent colds. Why are there so many patients?"

"Maybe the temperature has fluctuated from high to low recently, and the temperature difference is too large, so it is easier to catch a cold." Zhu Yuhan tuned another channel casually, but it was still reporting on a small-scale influenza outbreak.

He was very displeased with the exaggerated tone of these announcers, "The end of the world is coming, everyone flee to outer space", so he simply turned off the radio, connected the bluetooth, and called Chu Rong.

There was a red light ahead, Zhu Yuhan stopped the car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, leaning on the window frame with the other hand, staring at the long queue of convoys ahead in a daze.

"Team Zhu, turn on the air conditioner, it's so hot." Tong Si fanned vigorously.

Zhu Yuhan rolled his eyes at him, but closed the car windows and turned on the air conditioner.

A white Buick squeezed over on the straight road on the right, with the window open, a middle-aged man in his 40s poked his head out, coughed twice, and spit thick phlegm out of the car.

Tong Si gave him a disgusted look, turned his head away, leaned on the backrest, and quietly listened to the busy tone from the other end of the phone.

After ringing for a long time, Chu Rong still didn't answer the phone.

Zhu Yuhan took the phone and sent Chu Rong a text message asking him where he was, but Chu Rong never replied.

The green light came on, and in just ten seconds, the convoy only moved forward a few meters symbolically, and then waited for the next red light.

The Buick owner next to him was still coughing non-stop, just like launching a missile, spitting thick phlegm on the ground one after another.

Tong Si couldn't take it anymore, opened the car window and cursed angrily: "Are you a bit of a quality, there is no paper in the car? Can't you spit it in a tissue?"

As he spoke, he casually took the tissue box from Zhu Yuhan's car and threw it over.

The middle-aged car owner smiled embarrassingly, his face was flushed, he barely stopped coughing, and after a while he managed to say: "I'm sorry, I couldn't control it for a while, my chest was too itchy."

Tong Si closed the car window with a dark face, and complained: "I always thought that the nine-year compulsory education has been universalized throughout the country, but it turns out it hasn't."

Zhu Yuhan didn't bother with this kind of nosy business. It was inexplicable that Chu Rong started to disappear again. He really didn't know what Chu Rong was busy with lately.

Maybe he caught a cold too.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuhan planned to pass by Chu Rong's house just in time, and go to his house to see the situation.

This person is never reassuring.

Just as he was thinking, the owner of the car next to him opened the window again, coughing louder than before, as if he wanted to spit out all his internal organs.

Then, a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with blood stained his snow-white car body, and the car owner began to lose consciousness. He couldn't stop coughing at all, and blood gushed out instead of thick phlegm, filling the car door.

Zhu Yuhan and Tong Si stared at the middle-aged car owner in horror.

The owner of the car suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the air.

The green light was on, but the car in front was still parked there motionless, so the car behind started honking, and then opened the window and poked its head out to curse:

"Let's go, what are the ink stains? I won't drive back to the driving school and practice two laps."

The middle-aged car owner's face turned red, and he stretched out his hands to Zhu Yuhan and the others, as if asking for help.

Zhu Yuhan felt that something was wrong, and was about to get out of the car when he was stopped by Tong Si.

Tong Si handed him a mask and motioned him to put it on with his eyes before going.

They put on their masks and got out of the car. Amidst the furious scolding of the owner who was in a hurry, they rushed to the side of the Buick owner, grabbed his hand, and asked him what was wrong.

Thick and blackened blood gushed out of the car owner's mouth continuously, and the amount of blood was astonishing. Zhu Yuhan even wondered if this person was going to die soon.

In the end, good things didn't work out and bad things happened. The owner of the car said something with the last bit of strength, then tilted his head, leaned half of his body out of the car window, and just hung on the window without any movement.

Zhu Yuhan was shocked, and quickly pulled him up, sniffed, and then said urgently: "He is still breathing, but very weak, he may be in shock, get him down and send him to the hospital."

Tong Si stood aside and didn't move for a long time, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Could it be... the same kind of infectious disease as the corpse sent to the research institute yesterday?"

"It doesn't look like it. Look at his skin, it's okay. Don't dawdle, send him to the doctor quickly, maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

Unable to explain, Zhu Yuhan unlocked the car, opened the door, dragged the owner out of the car, stuffed it into the back seat of the police car, took out a sign from the trunk and put it on the back of the Buick, and told Tong Si to get in the car quickly and not waste money. time.

Tong Sixin reluctantly got into the car, turned off the air conditioner, and opened the windows for ventilation.

After the car passed the irritating red street light, it drove straight to the hospital. As soon as it reached the gate of the hospital, it was full of people inside and outside the hospital, like a sea tide, pouring in continuously.

"Wow, has it reached this point?" Tong Si was stunned, and he raised his hand to tightly cover his mouth and nose.

Zhu Yuhan scolded Gou Niang irritably, opened the rear door, and laid the Buick owner flat: "There is no time to wait, let's do the cardiopulmonary massage first."

When Tong Si heard this, he quickly grabbed his hand: "You don't know if he vomited blood because of internal bleeding. What should you do if someone breaks the pressure? You should send him to the emergency room first."

"Look at this man, can we squeeze in? Now we can't delay for a second."

Tong Si was silent for a while, and then said softly: "How about sending it to the forensic department first...?"

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This may be the first time that the Forensic Medicine Department has admitted a patient whose death has not been fully confirmed for so many years. After several hours of treatment by several forensic doctors, the owner of the car really woke up. When he found himself lying in the autopsy room At that time, I panicked a lot and almost rolled off the dissecting table.

But when I heard that these policemen sent me here in time to barely save my life, I knelt down and kowtowed to express my gratitude on the spot.

Zhu Yuhan couldn't stand him like this, so he quickly pulled him up from the ground:

"There are too many people in the hospital right now. You should sit here and rest for a while, and wait until noon when there are fewer people and then go over to see what's going on."

The middle-aged man was holding the disposable paper cup, his hands were still trembling, and after a long while, he raised his head in confusion and said:

"Actually, I'm going to the hospital to see my wife today. She has been hospitalized for more than ten days because of high fever, and I don't know what's going on now."

"Huh? Your wife has the flu, too?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't look like a flu." The owner held his head weakly.

"At the beginning, it was just a low-grade fever of 37 degrees to nearly 38 degrees. After three or four days, I didn't pay much attention to it. I thought it was an inflammation. I gave her some ofloxacin anti-inflammatory drugs, and then it got better. The fever also disappeared. I receded, but not long after, a high fever suddenly broke out in the middle of the night, and the fever reached 39 degrees to nearly [-] degrees, and like me, he vomited blood frequently, so he had to be sent to the hospital. The doctor said that the high fever was caused by lymph node inflammation, so he said Let’s go to the hospital first, but after staying for a few days, the fever has not subsided, and small red spots have begun to appear on the chest, and there are also many, large patches on the back.”

Several forensic doctors looked at each other, gathered together and whispered:

"The news from the hospital is that most of the patients have these small red dots on their body surfaces, which will then proliferate into herpes. If the herpes breaks, it will cause skin ulcers."

Several people's eyes widened instantly, and they moved away from this man without any trace.

"Then what did you eat recently, or where did you go to play?" Zhu Yuhan asked.

"If we talk about the things my wife and I have eaten, it's three meals, pork, sea fish, etc., and anti-inflammatory drugs."

Zhu Yuhan held his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, pork and fish are foods that are very likely to carry viruses and parasites. The previous outbreak of swine flu originated from livestock. So this time, is it also related to pork?

Just as he was thinking, the phone beeped. Zhu Yuhan picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Chu Rong.

He said that he was not feeling well recently, so he asked for leave to recuperate at home.

When Zhu Yuhan saw this message, he was a little worried, and immediately said to Tong Si, "Take this car owner to the hospital for a checkup, and I'll go to Chu Rong's house first."

"Why do you go to his house again? Can you do whatever you want when Team Leader Fu is out on the job?" Tong Si sneered.

Just as Zhu Yuhan was about to scold him, he felt that something was wrong.

"How do you know he's out on the job?"

"Just..." Tong Si was stuck, not knowing how to explain it.

"I didn't even know that you two had such a good relationship." Zhu Yuhan also spoke sourly.

"Aren't you going to the forensic doctor's house? Hurry over there. It's time for lunch later. Hurry up." Tong Si hurriedly changed the subject.

Zhu Yuhan gave him a final distrustful look, explained to Forensic Doctor Wang, and walked out of the institute.

As soon as he went out, he happened to run into the forensic doctor surnamed An who was new to the police station. I have to say that this face was amazing once in a while.

If you grow up like this, you can become an artist, what position do you want to compete with them.

Zhu Yuhan greeted him politely, and An Yan also nodded slightly, his gestures were generous and relaxed, and he was not procrastinating at all. I used to think that he was a pretentious criminal, but he was actually quite polite.

"Today..." Zhu Yuhan was about to greet him when An Yan bypassed him and entered the research institute.

Sure enough, he is still a pretender.

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When I drove to Chu Rong's house, I couldn't help sighing again, which fairy designer designed such an exquisite community, and it made people feel very comfortable as soon as they entered the door, and they really felt like they were home.

After knocking for a long time, Chu Rong came out to open the door.

He looked very pale, lacking energy, his face was pale, his lips had no blood at all, and his whole body was swaying, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

Zhu Yuhan hurried over to support him, and pushed him to sit on the sofa.

"I said you, your resistance is too weak."

Zhu Yuhan scolded, picked up the medicine bottle on the table, and asked, "Which one should I eat?"

Chu Rong shook his head, took the medicine from his hand and put it back on the table: "I've already taken it."

He leaned over slightly, and the loose pajamas slid off one side of his shoulders, revealing half of his round shoulders.

But under the thin pajamas, Zhu Yuhan saw the dense red dots on his shoulders.

The author has something to say: Recently, something happened at home, and I was in a bad mood, I couldn’t write, my head was big, so I stopped updating...

Sorry.