Things have to start with an anatomy class three years ago, for the students, maybe this class is the most memorable lesson in their lives, because the first on-site autopsy, always gives an extremely strong impression, I have stressed the need to be mentally prepared, but there are still people vomiting, in the next three days, few people go to the cafeteria to buy meat, especially fried pork liver and other meat dishes.

This time the corpse was a young woman, which is an outlier in medical school, because the shortage of corpses has become a common problem in major medical schools, and most of the corpses obtained are old and sick and have failed their organs. Even so, the whole autopsy class is often postponed again and again, because according to local customs, even if the patient has volunteered to dedicate himself to the medical career before his death, the children of the deceased are often not allowed, thinking that it is a desecration of the deceased, so every corpse is a rare internship opportunity, and the young and fresh are extremely precious.

The female corpse lay quietly on the dissecting table, and before the class began, the corpse had been covered with a white cloth, and I explained to the students the precautions and the importance of autopsy in medicine, as usual, and finally asked them to look at the corpse with great respect, the students' eyes were both curious and a little frightened, but no one said a word, as if waiting for an extremely serious moment.

The white cloth was lifted, and there were a few slight sighs among the students, this was a very young female corpse, probably only twenty-five or sixteen years old, I heard that she was a secretary before her death, and she committed suicide by cutting her wrists because of emotional problems, and her friend dug out a volunteer form for donating her body from her belongings, which was filled out when she was a student, and young people rarely think about this kind of thing, why did she have such a volunteer? Maybe it will always be a mystery.

She was not a very beautiful woman, her eyes were a little sunken, she may have been under a lot of pressure during her lifetime, she closed her eyes, her expression was very peaceful, as if she was asleep, there was no ordinary corpse stiff death at all, maybe death was really a relief for her.

Thinking like this, I covered her face with a square scarf as usual, and when I couldn't see her face, her pale body was very abruptly revealed.

"Now, let's get started!" I said, gesturing the students to focus on the anatomy table.

There was silence all around, and I took out the scalpel from the plate and pressed it against her throat, the white plastic gloves, which matched the skin color of the female corpse, were suffocatingly white.

Her corpse was still a little soft, her skin remained elastic, which felt very different from the corpses I had touched before, and somehow, my scalpel didn't cut it down, and even a terrible thought came to my mind, maybe she wasn't dead yet.

But soon, I felt ridiculous for my thoughts, maybe this girl died too sadly, so I had this delusion. The students stared at the scalpel with wide eyes, I contemplated, and finally slashed the blade downward, the sharp scalpel barely encountered any resistance, it reached her lower abdomen, as if pulling a chain, we could clearly hear the slight squeezing sound when the scalpel cut through the flesh, due to the pressure in the body cavity, the cut skin and purple muscles immediately and automatically turned to both sides, her original strong twin peaks hung on both sides of the body, together with the skin became very loose, after using the fixator to pull the skin and muscles, the internal organs were completely displayed in front of us, at this step, I had forgotten what kind of person the corpse in front of me wasIn fact, this is not important anymore, what is important is how to make students remember the structure of the human body, which will have a profound impact on their future medical career.

The internal organs were taken out one by one, explained in detail to the students, and after the dissection, the structure was explained, and after the internal organs were completely removed, the female corpse was left with a red body cavity.

The class went well, and although a few students were blue from discomfort and almost all of them were a little sick to their stomachs, they still withstood the test and made the trip worthwhile.

After the students left, I was the only one left in the dissection demonstration room, and the white light shone strongly on the dissecting table, reflecting a harsh light, and I began to place the internal organs back in their original positions one by one, and then sew the skin back to its original shape with threads layer by layer. The school bell struck five times, and I took off the square scarf covering the woman's face, and then, something terrible happened!

The female corpse suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me viciously, so frightened that I almost fell to the ground.

I stood up tremblingly, and found that it was not a hallucination, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, and her expression was not as serene as before, but rather angry.

But she did die, and I was emboldened, and went up to examine it carefully, and finally came up with a reasonable explanation, perhaps because of the bioelectricity, because the process of dissection triggered some kind of bioelectric nerve reflex.

I closed her eyes, put the white cloth back on, and walked out of the dissection room.

For the next few days, the eyes of the female corpse kept shaking in my head, I was not a supernaturalist, but for some reason, those eyes haunted me like ghosts, and I always wondered why she opened her eyes at this time, and that look, which I later thought back, seemed to convey some kind of message, and was not exactly like the empty eyes of a dead man.

Three days later, I learned that the woman's body had been cremated and that her ashes had been brought back to her hometown in the northeast by her parents.

A year on, I seem to have forgotten about it, and in the meantime, I got a girlfriend. We met on a rainy night, and when I returned home on the hot spring road from school from a meeting, it was raining so hard that there was no one on the road, and I couldn't call a taxi for a while, so I had to walk alone with an umbrella. As I walked, I suddenly noticed that there was another person behind me, always following me unhurriedly, I was a little nervous, if I met the robber at this time, it would be miserable, so I deliberately quickened my pace, and that person also quickened his pace, still following me four or five meters away. After walking like this for a long time, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to take a look, but the result was unexpected, it turned out that it was a slender girl in a yellow raincoat who followed me.

We stand face to face.

"Why are you following me?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry, I'm scared when I'm walking alone. She looked at me timidly.

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Then how do you know I'm not a bad person?"

Then she laughed and said, "Because you are like a teacher, and teachers are rarely bad people." ”

"Oh, you guessed it, I'm a teacher, don't be afraid, I'll give you a ride!" I walked with her and sent her home.

After that night, we often met on the way home, and we slowly got to know each other.

I never dared to tell her about the courses I taught, so she only knew that I was a medical school teacher and didn't know anything about the nature of my work.

One day, I finally told her that I was a lecturer in human anatomy.

Instead of being surprised and frightened as I imagined, she showed intense curiosity.

"Do you say that the corpse hurts when the scalpel is slashed?" she asked, waiting for my answer in earnest.

"How can it be? When you die, you don't feel it. ”

"How do you know they don't feel?"

"The criterion for determining death in modern medicine is brain death, the cranial nerve is dead, and any stimulation of nerve endings has lost its effect, and of course people have no feeling. ”

This is just what we living people think, but it may not be the case. She said stubbornly.

"Don't think about it. I laughed.

Later, she asked this question more than once, and every time I answered, my mind was like something hooked up, but it sank again.

But she still asked me the same question often, and I gradually felt an inexplicable sense of fear pressing on me more and more, and I was even a little afraid to see her, but when I think about it, there is nothing particularly strange, and I guess it may be because of the frequent contact with autopsies, and the psychological pressure is too great.

It wasn't until I stumbled upon it that I realized the severity of the problem.