don't be alone anymore

*best cop*

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In the yard of the emergency center, ambulances were in chaos.

There were not a few ambulances that were dispatched urgently because of the accident of the logistics truck driver just now, and the vehicles that returned to the emergency center one after another were all jammed near the entrance of the hospital.

"Boss! Lu Zi!"

Fade Chen poked his head out of the ambulance, holding the lunch box he had just received from the team in his hand.

After working all morning, I was finally able to eat something to fill my stomach.

The two figures who were at the gate of the compound just now disappeared suddenly...

Isn't it them?

Fade Chen just thought he was wrong,

"Dizzy, wrong."

There are no hot dishes in the cafeteria.

In order to reward the first responders who were dispatched urgently, Mingli ordered takeaway and delivered two boxes of lunch.

Liu Yi and Fade Chen ate well, but Jian Muzi went to a hospital area alone.

She remembered that there was a restaurant street in the campus of a hospital, and the restaurants that were open for most of the day should still have meals at this moment.

Jian Muzi packed two lunch boxes that looked pretty good.

I skipped tomato scrambled eggs and tomato egg soup, and I didn't even choose the pineapple sweet and sour pork that someone usually likes to eat.

She chose green vegetables, as well as chicken and fish.

There was no trace of red in the entire packing box.

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Before Zhang Luzhi dragged Wen Yang to the courtyard of the emergency center, the person who had looked sleepy before seemed to suddenly regain his senses.

"Zhang Luzhi, what are you doing? Why did you bring me here?"

Wen Yang took a look at the signboard at the entrance of the courtyard, "Beicheng Emergency Center"?

This is not where she should be now.

She slapped Zhang Luzhi's hand away, and walked back to the police station and duty room without looking back.

Sit back on the sofa, bend your back, close your eyes, and massage your temples on both sides.

Zhang Luzhi followed Wen Yang and chattered about his worries all the way, but now seeing Boss Wen's headache, he shut up again.

He finally realized that Boss Wen's complexion was not good either.

"...Boss, I'll go to the cafeteria to see if there are any dishes."

Compared with sandwiches, energy supplements are of course more powerful meals.

Zhang Luzhi only hoped that at this time, the leftovers in the cafeteria could still stand the test.

At least save some good food to satisfy Boss Wen and his empty stomach.

Wen Yang heard that there was no one in the office, so he Kankan opened his eyes.

She is so tired now that she really isn't hungry at all.

It seemed that footsteps were heard again.

She thought that Zhang Luzhi, who had gone out not long ago, had returned, and she subconsciously frowned.

This frown was not because of the constant nature of Zhang Lu's departure and return, but because she suddenly felt a surge of sour water gushing from inside her throat.

Wen Yang didn't care about the people who went back and forth, and staggered towards the bathroom inside.

The bathroom door seemed to be thrown shut by Wen Yang casually.

The sound of "bang" shocked the two people who appeared at the door of the duty room.

Zhang Luzhi was holding a packing bag in his hand, while Jian Muzi was holding the other.

The two paused, then quickly entered the duty room...

What caught my ears was the sound of vomiting from the bathroom door...

Jian Muzi frowned, and the packed lunch box was casually placed on the sofa.

She hurried towards the bathroom, and when she heard Zhang Luzhi following behind her, she turned her head abruptly.

Jian Muzi pointed to Zhang Luzhi in the direction of the door of the duty room.

Seeing that Dr. Jian frowned, Zhang Luzhi naturally didn't dare to do anything wrong.

After all, the boss is a girl, and he is a big man...

It's really not suitable to follow up.

When Zhang Luzhi left the duty room, he remembered to close the door for a rare time.

Seeing him leaving, Jian Muzi turned around and quickened her pace.

The nauseating sound that frequently appeared in her ears made her no longer able to relax between her brows.

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The old wooden door of the bathroom creaked.

The person half-bowed by the sink shrank subconsciously.

Wen Yang put his hands on the edge of the trash can, using his strength to support his body.

She vomited for a long time, and the pain in her stomach had already left her with no time to think about other things.

She really wanted to save face and turn around and pretend nothing happened.

No matter who came, she didn't want the other party to see her miserable appearance.

However, another wave of discomfort struck, and the normal saline fell into the trash can.

Next, Wen Yang could only feel a hand patting his back...

Beating regularly...

"Cough cough... vomit..."

A new round of bitterness has been spit out...

Wen Yang lowered his head fiercely.

The hard glance just now had already let her know who the person beside her was.

When she suddenly wanted to go into the center of the earth, she didn't want to see him at all.

Jian Muzi passed Wen Yang's abdomen with one hand, and put her arms around Wen Yang's upper body for support.

Although Wen Yang supported the edge of the trash can with both hands, Jian Muzi obviously noticed that the other party was getting worse and worse.

She was worried that Wen Yang would lose his strength for a while.

From her side, she hugged Wen Yang with one arm, and patted him on the back with the other.

Wen Yang didn't see anything else for a while, and then he broke the silence between the two softly.

"Are you ok?"

The person in his arms trembled.

Jian Muzi didn't say any more, she reached into her uniform pocket with her hand that patted her back, and took out a pack of tissues.

Her hands met Wen Yang's other side, and her hugging hand helped the other open the tissue package.

He promptly took out half a pack of tissues and handed it to the person in his arms, and gave the other half pack to Wen Yang.

Wen Yang held the naked/exposed tissue, wiped the stains on the corners of his lips, and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Unconsciously hiding, Jian Muzi put her arm around her, and then raised her head.

Above the sink and trash can is an extremely long wide mirror.

Wen Yang smiled at the people around him with what he thought was a warm smile, "...Did you come here specially to see me eat a bad stomach, Jian Mumu?"

Wen Yang pushed Jian Muzi's arm, and leaned on the edge of the sink instead, looking at the people around him in the mirror.

"Okay, Jian Mumu. I'm not used to the way you frown... It's embarrassing for me to have a bad stomach... You have seen such a rare and precious picture, you have to..."

Wen Yang suddenly smelled the smell of contamination on his sleeves, and the acidic water he spit out inevitably got some by accident.

Uh……

She is not very embarrassed to tell the people around her now, you have to feel honored.

……

No matter how long Wen Yang washed his hands and sleeves by the sink, Jian Muzi stood in the bathroom with her for so long.

It wasn't until Zhang Luzhi, who had finished his meal, came back and knocked on the door of the duty room, that Wen Yang dragged Jian Muzi, who was leaning against the bathroom door, out of the bathroom.

"Boss, are you alright?"

Wen Yang waved his hand,

"It's okay. It's just that I ate a bad stomach, and I ran away before..."

Zhang Luzhi was relieved when he saw that the person concerned had come forward and described his physical condition, and his complexion had obviously improved a lot.

Fortunately, there is no other problem...

But for most of the day today, Boss Wen didn't eat anything other than breakfast?

And breakfast is eaten in the cafeteria together...

Jian Muzi didn't care about the two police officers who were entangled with their stomachs.

After she came out of the bathroom, she went straight to the sofa and picked up the packed lunch box.

Fortunately, the heater was turned on in the duty room, and the porridge and vegetables were still warm at the moment.

She opened the packing bag, took out the porridge, put it on the table where Wen Yang was sitting, and took out the stir-fried vegetables as well.

The disposable chopsticks were disassembled and placed on the vegetable bowl, and the porridge spoon was also placed on the side of the porridge bowl.

She winked at Wen Yang's gaze, and then left the police station.

While dealing with Zhang Luzhi's nagging, Wen Yang looked suspiciously at Jian Muzi's back...

I don't know if the other party saw that he was lying?

Feeling guilty, she subconsciously picked up the porridge spoon and took a mouthful of porridge into her mouth.

Sweet?

I took another spoonful.

Very sweet.

Only then did Officer Wen realize that the porridge was not bland, but porridge with added sugar.

In a trance, her memory came back, and she remembered that this dish and this porridge were not the dishes of the cafeteria at all.

And these things were put on the table by Jian Muzi herself...

"...Zhang Luzhi, did Jian Muzi buy this?"

"Yeah. Just when I was about to go out to the cafeteria to look for food, Dr. Jian just came to us with two packing bags."

"Is your porridge sweet?"

"Oh, mine? I don't have porridge. I have a bowl of seaweed egg soup. Doctor Jian didn't make rice for you, so did you prepare porridge?"

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Wen Yang swallowed a few mouthfuls of porridge and fried vegetables.

In fact, she has a hard appetite now, and she feels nauseous after eating anything.

Jian Muzi, who went back and forth, was Dr. Jian when she returned to the duty room of the police station.

Jian Muzi took a look at the food that had been touched with a few chopsticks. Although she was still not the most satisfied, at least it was better than nothing.

On the sofa, the overwhelmed police officer Wen really didn't expect that Jian Muzi learned what Zhang Luzhi did - going and returning.

Dr. Jane, who went back and forth, brought something else.

"Give me your hand."

"The bleeding one."

The pain in my heart intensified when I saw the injured wound.

Jian Muzi stabilized her trembling hands, carefully applied medicine and bandaged Wen Yang.

It is only possible to loosely bandage to avoid bacterial infection as much as possible and play a slight role in hemostasis.

Police officer Wen's fingertips are all gone, how could Jian Muzi be willing to wrap them tightly?

Ten fingers connected to the heart, if it sticks to the gauze, it will definitely hurt when it is removed.

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"Sister Zhou."

"Muzi, long time no see."

In college, Jian Muzi took a double degree, and another little-known degree is actually psychology.

Jian Muzi chose psychology at the same time when she clarified her goal of studying medicine.

Psychology not only helped her face anatomy class when she was a medical student, but also helped her face patients when she was a doctor.

Zhou Yuanen is the favorite student of Jian Muzi's psychology tutor in the British school.

After Jian Muzi emailed her tutor yesterday asking for help, the tutor recommended Zhou Yuanen, who had returned to Beicheng City to continue studying psychology, to her.

Although Jian Muzi also has some basic knowledge of psychology, and has overcome the fear of medical students with psychological knowledge and treatment methods, she has no experience with PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) patients. a professional.

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"I still remember when you came to study psychology, Mr. William commented that you impressed him... Did the teacher mention this evaluation to you later?"

Jian Muzi shook her head.

William was very strict with her back then, and she never expected that the other party would mention herself to other students in private, after all, the old gentleman always looked like he didn't want to talk to others.

"Your purpose of studying psychology impresses him: first, to overcome the fear of surgery; second, to reduce empathy for patients."

Zhou Yuanen smiled, looking nostalgic.

"So you became a surgeon and I became a psychiatrist."

"Anyway, I read the email you forwarded to me and learned about your friend's situation... Now let me tell you a story, maybe you can get some inspiration from it."

"A few years ago, I went to Dujiangyan City, Sichuan Province for investigation. It was said to be an investigation, but in fact, it was entrusted by a local policeman to investigate the cause of his colleague's suicide. The deceased was the deputy director of the local Public Security Bureau, and was doing criminal investigation work. 49 When I entered the office of the deceased, what impressed me was the medal of honor on the display cabinet. After that, I had several conversations with all the colleagues of the deceased. Good policeman, no One objection or denial. The client does not believe that such an excellent policeman would hang himself in the office of his favorite profession. He suspects that the cause of death is not the mental illness rumored by the outside world at all. He suspects that the deceased was coerced, or It was revenge by a prisoner who had been arrested and disguised the homicide as a suicide. So he invited me, a psychology professional, to deny the established cause of death of a person. I think you should have guessed the conclusion I came to after the investigation ..."

"I found the medicine for severe depression in the bottom corner of the drawer in the deceased's office. After that, I contacted the psychiatrist before his death, and confirmed that the deceased did suffer from severe depression before his death. The cause of depression..."

"Muzi, I think you should be very clear... In this world, there are two kinds of doctors who can be called good doctors. Doctors with outstanding professional ability, and doctors who do their best and are kind to others. The result is good, A doctor can be a good doctor. Therefore, you can be a heart surgeon with a cold face and not easy to get close to, but still be sought after and praised by many patients. Your details and excellence are reflected in your precise positioning of the lesion and Hand to hand to cure the disease ... But, the police are different."

"In this world, there is only one kind of good police. The details and excellence of the police are not only reflected in their professional ability, but also in their own carefulness and strong empathy. Being able to uphold justice, firmly believe in justice, and uphold justice is a Because they have these qualities. Without any of these qualities, they can't be a good cop."

"As doctors or researchers, we can find ways to avoid empathy, focus on one operation or one case, and avoid dealing with patients and their families. But the front-line police cannot be avoided. When dealing with civil disputes, they need to stand People with different civil capacity show empathy. When dealing with criminal cases, they need to stand beside the victim to show empathy and care. The professional ability of the police is the foundation, but without these qualities, they cannot Handle a case well and stick to a case.”

"...the medals displayed in the office of the Dujiangyan Public Security Bureau are honors. And this job brings more than just honors. While the medals of honor grow, they will encounter moments when they hate themselves for being powerless, and they will also encounter Difficult cases that they cannot solve by themselves. A good policeman is not a superman, but a human being. Their strong empathy, care and sense of responsibility increase their honor, and at the same time, their sense of self-blame is infinitely magnified.”

"...So, I don't think your friend has PTSD."

"I think her behavior just proves that she's a good cop."

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"...how can I help her?"

"You can't help her. As long as she's willing to be a good cop, there's nothing you can do."

"At least……"

"Muzi...after investigation...I think that the most likely cause of the policeman's depression was his wife who had been with him for [-] years who filed for divorce. One week after the divorce, the policeman started taking antidepressant drugs ... Of course I am not judging whether anyone should get a divorce. After all, others are not qualified to judge emotional matters... I just think that the deceased should be very lonely... Persevere on the path of faith, maybe, he just needs someone Stand beside him, where he can see."

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In this world of human beings...

The best cops are also the worst ones to be cops.

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I'm sure you'd like to stand beside the best cop, where he can see it.

Just as he sticks to his beliefs, stick to your standing.

Don't even have to approach him, just let him see you...

I can see that you are by his side and believe in this persistence.

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Dedicated to Wen Yang.

Dedicated to all the worst and best cops in the world.