dark crossing

Early the next morning, Shen Ting arrived at Jingwei.

The head nurse who was on duty at the front desk was still familiar, and greeted him warmly.

In the past, she couldn't understand Shen Ting's attire. Ever since Shen Ting dyed his hair back on the pretext that Chu Huainan liked black hair, this middle-aged female comrade's attitude towards him has taken a 180-degree turn.

The black-haired Shen Tingying is very handsome, with straight legs and a tight waist, he is a serious and handsome guy who everyone loves.

The head nurse greeted him with a smile, but he smiled reluctantly.

Deeply aware that he has fallen into a vicious circle where the mentally ill are not responsible for committing crimes, Shen Ting almost stayed up all night last night, frowning and sent a message to Chang Qing in the early morning, asking him to meet in Jingwei.

As soon as he entered the door, before he sat down, Shen Ting asked the question that he had been thinking about all night: "Is there a way for a normal person to escape legal punishment by pretending to be a mentally ill criminal?"

Chang Qing was looking down at some of the case files brought by Shen Ting, with a very serious expression on his face: "It's not difficult to pretend to be crazy, but there is a set of professional methods for psychiatric diagnosis, and the possibility of cheating the professional neuropathy appraisal procedure is almost zero. .”

"Almost zero? Does that mean it's not completely impossible?"

Shen Ting, a criminal investigation professional, has an almost paranoid obsession with details.

Chang Qing didn't answer immediately, but only looked at the documents in his hand. He was very fast, and he didn't get entangled in the case details in the case files at all. He almost scanned them at a glance. Will take a closer look.

The more cases he looked at, the more gloomy the complexion of this state-level expert with a high-level allowance became. Finally, he put the case file that he had flipped through hastily on the low table at hand.

"In addition to some mental symptoms, patients with mental illness will also have some corresponding symptoms in other aspects of their own bodies. Therefore, to confirm a case, we often ask the patient to do some biochemical, X-ray, and MRI examinations. Project. Obtain relevant evidence through examination of certain biochemical indicators in the patient's blood and brain imaging."

Shen Ting frowned slightly, "You mean, the blood and brain imaging of mentally ill patients will also be different from ordinary people?"

"That's right." Chang Qing pointed to the case files that he folded on the table, "I've roughly read the files, the patients involved in these cases, mental illness more or less gave their bodies some substance organic changes."

Hearing this, Shen frowned even deeper.

Chang Qing continued: "In addition to the current examination, another important basis for judicial identification of mental illness is the mental illness history of the identified person."

In other words, if a person has never been mentally ill before, but suddenly becomes ill when breaking the law, it is difficult to be identified as a person with limited liability.

He went on to say: "Of course, if you want to make a fake, in fact, everything has room for manipulation."

These words made Shen Ting, who had been lowering his eyes, raise his head.

Chang Qing's complexion was also not very good-looking, and he said coldly: "But in these case files, from the testimony of the neighbors before the case, the mental history of the murderer involved, to the judicial appraisal after the case, the answers are all quite unified. It is true that they are all mentally ill. In order to avoid legal sanctions, it is very simple to find a way to operate once, and it is not impossible to do it twice, but if it is decades, a large number of cases have such identification results. Listen Shen, from my professional experience From that perspective, it's impossible."

"So you think these cases are all coincidences?"

Chang Qing shook his head: "No, I think there is artificial influence, but it is not the identification results of these patients that are being manipulated..."

As a psychologist, Chang Qing seldom has such big emotional fluctuations in front of consultants, and his voice trembled with anger.

"It could be the patients themselves who are being manipulated."

Shen Ting's expression froze: "You mean that the pathology report is true, and the appraisal result is also true. Those criminals are indeed mentally ill, but are they being used?"

……

When Lu Xinghe arrived at the hospital, he was no longer breathing on his own.

Dr. Dai who was in the car was giving him rehydration therapy along the way, and the ventilator on the car was also ready-made.Therefore, when he arrived at the hospital, although the condition was critical, he would not be declared dead on the spot, and there was finally a glimmer of hope.

After a rough examination, it was found that there were more than 120 open wounds on his body, and the light blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were dried up due to excessive blood loss. Dr. Dai and Lin Youbandi, who had been holding him and refused to let go, were covered in blood. The nurses on the nursing bed were startled, and hurriedly asked, "How many people were injured?"

Lin Youband's face was also pale, all the medical resources in the car were given to Lu Xinghe, he completely forgot that he was also injured.

Dr. Dai was sweating profusely, and said urgently: "Two! The critical one is no longer breathing on its own! I've already been put on a ventilator, and I've also given a bag of fluid. The patient has type O blood, and the wound is on the upper right abdomen!"

Normally, when the bullet enters the human body, it will cause a wound of less than 1 cm on the skin that is shot from the front, but the bullet will generate huge energy at the moment it hits the human body, and this energy will deform the bullet or Broken into shrapnel, it creates a trumpet-shaped cavity in the soft tissue of the human body, and the trauma area caused by it is hundreds of times the cross-sectional area of ​​the projectile!

Fortunately, the power of the homemade soil gun is more than a star and a half worse than that of the military pistols in active service in China.The bullet failed to penetrate the body, and the bullet stuck in the abdomen. When the doctor opened the abdomen, the surgical field of view was full of broken bleeding points, and the patient was still stuck with round-headed thumbtacks of different lengths. The surgeon had spent his entire life in surgery I have never seen such a tragedy before, it is simply horrible.

The severely injured abdominal cavity was cut open and then stitched up again. Lin Youbandi's heart seemed to be cut open together with Lu Xinghe, and then stitched up bit by bit with long and thin surgical sutures.

The operation lasted for nearly nine hours, during which time two other well-known surgical experts from Jianghu were also urgently called from other hospitals by Lin Youband.

He stood on the corridor outside the operating room, allowing two nurses and a doctor to treat his wound hastily, his eyes fixed on the door of the operating room motionlessly.

The wound on his shoulder needed stitches, and the doctor asked him if he needed anesthesia, but he didn't say a word.

The soul came out of his body, and floated through the door of the operating room to Lu Xinghe's operating table.

Apart from fear and worry, Lin Youban could no longer have any other perceptions.

He feels no pain at all.The suture without anesthesia made him sweat physiologically, and the muscles in his arms and legs twitched and convulsed, but he still stood motionless, like a sculpture standing at the door of the operating room.

His vitality flowed out together with Lu Xinghe's blood, the blood that flowed out of his body could replenish fluids, but his vitality could not.

Unless Lu Xinghe can come back to life, no one will doubt that standing outside the operating room, Lin Youbandi, who is no different from dead, will become a lifeless walking corpse.

But at least he is still alive now. Although his soul and flesh are separated, the blue blood vessels on his white forehead are throbbing.

None of the drivers and bodyguards dared to speak.

Every second was so long, the police who came to investigate during the period wanted to ask a few words, but were stopped by the bodyguards five or six meters away from Lin Yougang.

"Mr. Lin, please cooperate with our work!" The policeman who was stopped understood his mood very well, and tried to discuss with him in a soft tone: "I know you are the victim, but according to the procedure—"

"Get out," Lin Youband said.

Everyone was frightened by him.He is not at all like the old Lin Youbandi.He used to be polite, polite and gentle.But now he is as violent as King Zhou!

Through him, everyone could see the shadow of a tyrant. In ancient times, King You of Zhou could play feudal lords for Baosi Fenghuo, and today he can probably be buried with the whole world for Lu Xinghe.

The driver had been with Lin Youbandit for many years, and he was also a smart man with a deep heart. He immediately asked the policeman who came to take the record to forgive him in an apologetic tone.The police had also heard that Lu Xinghe had been shot, and his life and death were still uncertain, so they nodded in understanding and offered a few words of comfort.

The "operating" light in front of the operating room was dimmed along with the street lights in the early morning of the next day.Lin Youban didn't sleep all night, and immediately moved his feet nailed to the door a few steps, and asked the doctor in a hoarse voice, "How is he?"

One night, the three experts overcame countless dangers together, and their faces were tired at this time.One of the older chief surgeons took off his mask and said, "The operation was a success. The bullet was taken out without breaking. However, the patient's physical fitness is not very good. He has long-term malnutrition, many wounds on his body, and blood loss. Many, if it hadn't been for emergency treatment before sending it, the gods probably wouldn't be able to save it."

"Then he's all right now, right?"

The old doctor hissed, and Lin Youbie almost crushed his old arm.

"You can't say that. You're not completely out of danger yet. Let's transfer to the ICU and observe for a while."

Facing the respected and respected old expert, Lin Youbandi nodded docilely with a pale face: "Okay." He couldn't see the stern look of Lord Hades last night at all.

Lu Xinghe came out of the operating room with a bunch of instruments attached to his body and an oxygen mask on his face.Lin Youban bent down to support his nursing bed, and the gauze on his shoulders was bleeding again. He stood dryly at the door of the operating room all night, refusing to listen to anyone's persuasion. At this moment, he had a high fever, his lips were bruised, and he was dizzy .

One of the two foreign transfer directors who had a good personal relationship with him was outspoken and could tell at a glance that he was not in the right state, frowning and persuading him: "There are bandits, and you have injuries on your body, don't just treat others as human beings and not yourself. Be human."

Lin Youban turned a deaf ear to his advice, and followed Lu Xinghe all the way down the second floor, all the way to the entrance of the ICU.

The doctor who persuaded him also followed to the door of the ICU. Seeing that he was still staring at the door of the ward in a daze, he cursed "fuck" with hatred.

Lin Youban turned his head: "Qiubai, do you think he will be fine?"

Chu Qiubai rolled his eyes angrily: "How would I know, I'm a doctor and not a fortune teller."

He and Lin Youbandi met through his cousin Chu Huainan. After receiving a temporary call yesterday, they came without saying a word.

Lin Youband let out an "oh", and his eyes fell back to the door of the ICU again, looking lost.

Chu Qiubai was speechless, and decided to be a good person to the end. He sent his bodyguards out to buy some breakfast, and went to the outpatient pharmacy to get some anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines for Lin Youband: "Take the medicine quickly after breakfast, and if this continues, he will be fine." You will be boiled to death by him!"

Lin Youban took two mouthfuls of porridge, swallowed the pills, and what he said almost made Chu Qiubai, who had always been protective of his shortcomings, so angry that he couldn't bear it.

"It's none of his business, it's all my fault," he said.

Chu Qiubai has long been displeased with Lin Youband's sloppy little daughter-in-law, and now he grinds his teeth with hatred: "Okay! You're the one who's sorry for him, he can't die, you deserve it right?"

Lin Youban lowered his head, and it took him a long time to reply with the word "um".

Chu Qiubai's blood pressure rose to [-] early in the morning, and he asked with a sneer, "Lin Youband, which pool do you usually go swimming in?"

Without knowing it, Lin Youband looked up at him.

Chu Qiubai rolled his eyes again: "Tell me the address quickly, I have to avoid it. I won't accidentally go to the same one next time, and get so much water in my head like you!"