Du Haichao's father, named Du Zhensheng, is a well-known surgeon in Binhai.

It is also the first knife in the entire Binhai Central Hospital, and it has rarely been on the operating table in recent years, but everyone says that Dr. Du's knife is not old for decades.

In the whole Binhai, the name of Du Yidao, it can be said that everyone in the industry is well-known, with his hands, in difficult surgery, he can easily deal with it, a few years ago there was a seriously ill old man, when he was sent to the hospital, the doctor basically planned to give a critical illness notice.

Although the patient did not completely lose his breath, there was no way to do his operation, because no one could guarantee whether the patient's arteries and blood vessels would be cut first or the lesion would be removed after the scalpel went down.

The position of the tumor on the patient's body is too weird, tightly attached to the position of the arterial blood vessels, the scalpel goes down, and the cutting is too thin, there is no way to eradicate the lesion at one time, but too much can be cut, and the cardiovascular system is likely to be cut, resulting in the patient's massive bleeding, which is fatal, and the wound is too big, and the patient is likely to not be able to get off the operating table.

This helpless problem fell on Du Zhensheng's hands, and a miracle was cut with one knife.

It was this operation that completely made him stand on the milestone, and it has almost become a myth that no one in the industry can match.

It was this man who was respected as a myth, when he saw his son die in the interrogation room, the whole person collapsed instantly, knelt on the ground and cried, and the people around him looked at his current appearance and wanted to step forward to persuade him, but after thinking about it for a while, he found that he didn't seem to know what to say.

After that, he could only stand aside helplessly, try to be quiet, and give him a space to release his emotions.

Ding Fan stood at the door, leaning against the wall and smoking quietly, as if he didn't have a good impression of the dead man who was crying next to him, and even completely treated this person as if he didn't exist, looking very indifferent.

Only those who know him better may be able to see that Ding Fan's mood must be very bad.

Although he was looking at the sky outside the window, his eyes were not focused at all at this time, he just didn't want to have any contact with the person next to him at this time.

But even if he doesn't speak, it doesn't mean that others can't speak, after all, his clothes are covered with blood at this moment.

Half of his sleeves were already stained red with blood, but anyone with eyes knew that he must have had contact with the deceased before.

It's just that at this moment, Du Zhensheng is already crying hoarsely, and everyone knows that it is inconvenient to speak at this time.

And after Du Zhensheng cried for a while, he suddenly stood up, reached out and grabbed Ding Fan's arm, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, and the person fell straight down.

If Ding Fan hadn't been by his side and reached out to pull him, he would have crashed into the wall and fainted at this moment.

But even if he didn't pass out, he wasn't much better, and he collapsed to the ground with a pale face.

Seeing that the person did not faint, Ding Fan did not mean to pull him up, but took the opportunity to put him on the ground.

At this time, what Du Zhensheng needed was not to stand up, what he needed was actually to lie down and rest, although it was a little cold on the floor, it was much more practical than asking him to stand up forcibly.

But others didn't look at it like this, after seeing Ding Fan's movements, the people who came with Du Zhensheng before almost broke out on the spot.

Originally, seeing Ding Fan standing in front of the door with blood on his hands, these people didn't have a good face towards him, and some people even wondered if he did it during the interrogation in the police station, and even beat the person to death.

Du Zhensheng didn't speak, and they didn't want to say anything, but Du Zhensheng's actions just now were obviously a little afraid of Ding Fan running.

And Ding Fan didn't help Du Zhensheng up in the end, but directly put the person to the ground, he was simply a ruthless madman.

It's just that this person doesn't look at what kind of place it is, is that where he can open his mouth if he wants to?

Two people in the crowd had just spoken, but they were glared back by Kong Jie's angry eyes.

And Ding Fan didn't pay attention to these two people at all, just put Du Zhensheng on the ground, and reached out to untie his collar to make his breathing easier.

In the face of these people, Ding Fan was really too lazy to say anything, the matter itself had nothing to do with them, and these people had to come over to join in the fun, but they just wanted to sell Du Zhensheng a good one.

But you can come and make up the numbers, is the police station still a place where you can go wild?

Seeing that Du Zhensheng would make his breathing almost ease, Ding Fan opened his mouth and said to him: "In your eyes, life is really worthless?"

"This is probably what he wants to ask you the most, do you think of him as your son?"

After saying this, Ding Fan didn't have anything to say, stood up and pushed away the crowd in front of him, and walked straight to the back of the crowd.

At this time, Miao Hui was watching from behind, Ding Fan walked up to her, whispered a few words to her, and watched Miao Hui leave, and then walked back.

It happened suddenly, and although he didn't want to say anything, this trouble still had to be solved after all.

If it is left here, it is indispensable for Director Zhao to bother, but he can't tell what happened inside this matter, and he still has to wait for Ding Fan to explain after all.

Thinking about it, these people are also waiting for Ding Fan to give a reasonable explanation, but there is one point that they think too much, and there will be an explanation, but they will not give it to them.

"If you get over, just stand up on your own!"

"Your son is waiting for you inside, come in and see him, the body will be sent to the medical examiner's office for an autopsy!"

"Of course, you are also a doctor, whether to do an autopsy or not, or you have the final say, I think you can also see for yourself, what caused his death. ”

After speaking, Ding Fan walked into the interrogation room first, and Du Zhensheng, who was lying on the ground, calmed down for a while, slowly got up, followed behind with a little trembling, and walked into the interrogation room.

Those who came with him originally planned to follow up, but Ding Fan didn't give them this opportunity, his eyes swept over these people coldly, and he stretched out his hand to close the door, not giving them a chance to understand the situation at all.

Before entering the door, Du Zhensheng had already seen the people in the room, although he didn't see it clearly, he could still see the blood on his son's neck.

Du Zhensheng, who had already recovered a little, couldn't control his emotions after seeing his son's body up close.

The old man's hands trembled and stretched out to his son, but he couldn't touch him, and he didn't want to accept this fact in his heart.

After all, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, and this kind of thing is changed to anyone, I'm afraid there is no way to accept it.

Ding Fan stood aside, looking at the scene in front of him, and there were many emotions in his heart, although he still had a lot of contempt for this Du Zhensheng, but after all, everything was said by Du Haichao himself, what was the truth, he still had a little skepticism in his heart.

For a moment, in fact, Ding Fan also felt a little pity for the man in front of him who was crying with snot and tears on his face.

The first half of his life may have gone well, but he lost his wife in middle age, raised a son for more than 20 years, and died when he was about to enter old age, as if all the misfortunes in this world fell on him.

"I'm sorry for your son's death. ”

"Although I didn't kill him, he committed suicide in front of me after all, and I am willing to bear the responsibility, say goodbye to your son!"

"As for whether you're going to do an autopsy, or if you want to sue me, that's all your freedom. ”

Du Zhensheng didn't seem to hear Ding Fan's words, put all his attention on his son's corpse, walked to the edge of the corpse tremblingly, and slowly knelt down, crying silently.

The handcuffs that were originally still on Du Haichao's wrists have been taken off by Ding Fan, and there is still a lot of blood stained on them, and they have been put into a bag at this time.

However, the marks on the hands are still clearly visible.

"What did you do, my son?"

"Why are you arresting him, if you don't arrest him, he won't have to die at all now. ”

"You killed my son, you were the one!"

The suppressed emotions finally broke out.

Du Zhensheng had been suppressing this breath before, maybe there were too many people inside and outside who came with him, and he wouldn't yell at Ding Fan in anger.

But at this moment, there was no one around, and his emotions were completely out of control.

In fact, he has this reflection, and Ding Fan is not surprised at all.

If he had been so calm, it would have been a little suspicious.

"The person was indeed captured by me, do you think the crime of attacking the police is enough for me to arrest him?"

"Your son is almost thirty years old, and my colleague is just twenty-two years old, and he took him and is still lying in the hospital. ”

"I can tell you clearly that the reason why I arrested him will definitely silence everyone, I don't say it's not because I'm speechless, it's just that I don't want to catch a person who has no ability to refute and discuss what crime he has committed, because his life is over, and there is really no need to charge him with a crime. ”

"In addition, the cause of his death, I don't shirk it, I do have responsibility, but my responsibility is only poor supervision, I didn't expect him to commit suicide suddenly, but even if I can see him for a while, I can't see him for a lifetime!"

Ding Fan's voice was not very loud, but every sentence was sonorous and powerful, like a heavy hammer, hitting Du Zhensheng's heart word by word, shaking him to the point that he couldn't stop trembling.

In fact, he also knows very well that as a doctor, he still has this vision.

How did his son die, and under what circumstances did he commit suicide, even if he is not a forensic doctor, he has many years of medical experience after all.

He knew very well that what Ding Fan said was not wrong.

No one can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and no one can guarantee that a person who has the will to die can live.

For those of them who study medicine, no one can guarantee that they can save the patient, but when it comes to suicide, I am afraid that there is no one in this world who can compare with them.

They know all too well how fragile life is, maybe just an inconspicuous cotton thread can kill a person, and these doctors want to kill themselves, even if they don't have any tools, they can still do it easily.

Ding Fan wants to stop it, but it is not realistic at all.

But he didn't understand why Du Haichao suddenly committed suicide!

When we met before, he was fine, I couldn't see anything wrong with him at all, I hadn't seen each other for a few days, and when we met, they were separated forever, why is this?