A few days later, Ni Jun received a call from Jian Xingyun. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Jian Xingyun's voice on the other end of the phone was very calm, she told Ni Jun that Jian Yisheng's life had been extended, and now it is known that her donated liver and kidney have been transplanted to three people who urgently need to transplant organs to maintain life, and the cornea has also been transplanted to a cataract patient.

"Now that the recipients have completed the surgery, it is said that the operation was successful, and if there is no further severe rejection in the later stage, those few people can gradually recover their health. Jian Xingyun recounted very calmly, and there was no wave in her voice, "My sister will be very happy if she has a spirit in the sky and knows that she has saved the lives of three people and is about to bring one person back to sight, she has always been a kind and good girl." ”

Ni Jun silently listened to Jian Xingyun's story before saying, "Yes, Yisheng, she is a good girl, you should be proud of her." ”

Jian Xingyun let out a soft "um", and her tone finally changed a little: "I've always been proud of her." Also, thank you for this time, you really don't need to come to me anymore. ”

Ni Jun has always been a person who is not very comforting, after Jian Yisheng's death, he didn't know how to get Jian Xingyun out of the shadow of pain, but Hang Ping and Wang Yiyuan, who learned about the situation, would go to Jian Xingyun's house alone or together whenever they had time, chatting with her, hoping to relieve her emotions and alleviate her pain.

Strictly speaking, an individual's ability to endure pain has nothing to do with their actual gender, but some people have always believed that women's ability to endure physical pain is much higher than that of men.

Although this statement has not been verified by rigorous scientific experiments, a new research report published by plastic surgery researchers in the United States shows that women actually have more nerve endings than men, and on average, only in terms of facial skin, women contain as many as 34 nerve fibers per square centimeter of facial skin, compared to men, which is less than 17 per square centimeter, about half of women, so the pain experienced by women will be much more severe than that of men。

As early as the beginning of the 21st century, scientific research institutions from different academic organizations have found in their own studies that for a woman's life, they will endure pain from more body parts, and some pain will last longer. This argument provides a more plausible scientific explanation for the statement that women are more prominent than men in their ability to tolerate pain.

And that's physical pain. In terms of psychological pain tolerance, there is almost no need for any scientific experiments, and everyone agrees that women's pain tolerance is definitely higher than that of men.

Many people feel that the reason why women's psychological pain is much higher than that of men is that women are more likely to vent their emotions and are better at transferring emotions. Crying, confiding in friends, or even going on a shopping spree or eating and drinking are all ways to vent painful emotions. Men are generally more restrained, and once too many negative things accumulate, it is easy to have a psychological breakdown.

Again, this statement has not been corroborated by scientific research, at least in Jian Xingyun, there is no way to vent and divert pain.

Except for Jian Xingyun crying at the beginning when she learned that her sister was declared dead in the hospital, neither Ni Jun nor Wang Yiyuan and Hang Ping, who often visited Jian Xingyun's house later, did not find that she had any radical behavior. In Wang Yiyuan's words, Jian Xingyun is really "terrifyingly calm".

Basically, every day, Wang Yiyuan and Hang Ping will take time to go to Jian Xingyun's house to see if there is anything they can help with, and they also want to have someone to accompany her when she is sad and sad, so that they can confide in multiple people. But in fact, Jian Xingyun kept her home in order, except that she could hardly see her smile, her speech and demeanor were completely normal, and the words that made Wang Yiyuan and Hang Ping hold their stomachs and want to comfort people did not come in handy at all.

"Thank you for your concern. Don't worry, I'm really fine. Although my sister is gone, a part of her body is still alive in other people, and I want to watch them recover completely on behalf of my sister, so that I can be worthy of her donation and let her have a comfort in the heavenly spirit. What's more, I still have a son to raise, and I will be a good mother. Facing the comfort from Wang Yiyuan and Hang Ping, Jian Xingyun said lightly, as if he was talking about another person who had nothing to do with him.

Although everyone hoped that Jian Xingyun could get out of the painful emotions of their relatives dying one after another as soon as possible, looking at her unusually calm, Wang Yiyuan and Hang Ping both had a sense of frustration that had nowhere to go. Deep down, they would rather see a crying Jane Xingyun than a calm woman who almost lost her feelings.

"Do you think body donation is really a good thing?" In a café, Hang Ping supported her chin with one hand, looked at Wang Yiyuan, who was sitting opposite, and asked, "On the one hand, there is the pain of losing a loved one, and on the other hand, the joy of the rebirth of a loved one." How can a person who is happy feel the feelings of a person who is in pain? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Body and organ donation is certainly a good thing for society. The deceased is gone, and if he is simply cremated, all he will leave in the world is a handful of ashes, and at most there will be the nostalgia of his loved ones. But if body and organ donation is made, then he is left with a part of his body, alive, living on other people in need. ”

"You're saying that this kind of donation is a kind of life extension, right? I know that, and I've heard it many times. Perhaps from a Buddhist point of view, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the donor's behavior is really immeasurable, but from my personal heart, I always feel a little sad. ”

"Why is it sad that life has another way to continue, and it will be remembered and thanked by others other than one's own relatives?"

"I just thought that if it were me, or my loved ones, had a serious illness that required a transplant to survive, I would probably hope that a matching donor would die at that time, so that I or my family could get the organ donation in time. This kind of thinking is terrifying even to me. Biting the straw and taking a sip of the milk tea in front of him, Hang Ping smiled bitterly and waved his hand, "Forget it, you and I will talk nonsense." I myself find this a shameful idea. ”

The two of them had just come out of Jian Xingyun's house, and their mood was still a little depressed, so much so that they sat in the café for a while, and they just drank their drinks in silence. That's why Hang Ping decided to find a topic to break the silence. But it is clear that this topic has not brought much improvement to the oppressive atmosphere.

So Hang Ping quickly changed the topic and began to talk about her recent shopping discoveries, which store has new goods and which bags are on sale, and she is full of interest, without the slightest depression in the topic just now—at least it seems so.

But she didn't expect that her words set off a storm in Wang Yiyuan's heart at this time.

Is the terrible idea of expecting others to die in order to prolong their lives or those of their loved ones in the lives of other patients and their families?

Wang Yiyuan suddenly remembered the post titled "God has opened his eyes! Blessed are terminally ill!" that she had seen on the Internet before. At that time, the poster said that in the past month or so, several patients who urgently need transplant surgery have received donations from successful donations, successfully completed transplant surgery, and are waiting for later observation and recovery.

Is it really God who has opened his eyes? But what is it to cause others to die unexpectedly in order to save the lives of some people? Is it God's ruthlessness to the dead, or is it righteousness to the living?

Wang Yiyuan even had a terrifying thought that made her feel frightened: Is this really providential? What if it is man-made?

Perhaps in order to force herself not to mourn for the dead, Hang Ping was still chattering about the harvest of shopping, when Wang Yiyuan interrupted her:

"Wait, you can be quiet and let me think. ”

Hang Ping was stunned and didn't understand the reason why Wang Yiyuan's suddenly solemn face turned serious, but she also obediently closed her mouth and just looked at Wang Yiyuan with a questioning face.

Wang Yiyuan rubbed her cheeks with both hands, the thoughts in her mind were spinning rapidly, and then she decided to call Ni Jun to ask about the situation.

"Are you busy right now?"

"It's fine. ”

"Hang Ping and I went to Jian Xingyun's house to visit her again today. ”

"I know. ”

"She's fine, at least on the surface. ”

"Hmm. Ni Jun didn't ask Wang Yiyuan about the purpose of the call, and the words were as few as ever.

After pursing her lips and thinking for a while, Wang Yiyuan still decided to ask directly: "Has the police investigated the cause of Jian Yisheng's death?"

"Nope. Any questions?"

"No, I'm just curious. Wang Yiyuan thought for a moment how to describe it, "I just think this accident happened too suddenly, so I want to ask if the police have intervened in the investigation." ”

At that time, the bar directly dialed 120, and 120 was probably considered to be an accidental injury, so it did not notify the police police platform, and then the death certificate given by the hospital can also indicate that Jian Yisheng died in an accident, so the police did not intervene in the investigation. Although he didn't know the purpose of Wang Yiyuan's call, Ni Jun still patiently explained.

"What about you? What do you think?"

This time, Ni Jun was silent. After a long time on the other end of the phone, Ni Jun's voice came: "I still have more than half an hour to get off work, where are you? I'll look for you after work, and we'll talk about it after we meet." ”

Ni Jun's words made Wang Yiyuan chuckle in her heart. Since he said this, did he really find out that there was something hidden in this accident?

After telling Ni Jun's address, Wang Yiyuan hung up the phone, and then explained to Hang Ping, who was full of question marks: "I just want to ask for the details of Jian Yisheng's accidental death, and Ni Jun will come here to find us after work." ”

Seeing that Hang Ping still looked puzzled, Wang Yiyuan laughed self-deprecatingly: "You also know that I have always been a representative of the moldy star, maybe I have a more tenacious physique than Xiaoqiang, so I actually sit here well after encountering so many accidents." But I also want to know how other accidents happen, so I can keep an eye out for them. Be prepared. ”

If Wang Yiyuan said other reasons, maybe Hang Ping would have doubts and ask further, but when she mentioned her bad luck, Hang Ping suddenly not only did not suspect him, but nodded thoughtfully.

There is no way, Wang Yiyuan's "moldy girl" image has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of several good friends, such a person who will encounter a fire pipe burst when walking on the street, and will be pooped by birds on his head when he walks in a park, and it is common to encounter accidents, and he can't be too careful.

Fortunately, Wang Yiyuan's bad luck seems to be limited to herself, and it will not be transmitted to others, otherwise she would not dare to stay within three miles of her.

Hang Ping believed Wang Yiyuan's explanation, and even added with a wicked taste: "Fortunately, you belong to the introverted type of bad luck, if your bad luck is released, it is estimated that no one can stop it." Emperor 8 goes on an expedition, what is it if there is no grass, you Wang Yiyuan go on an expedition, and there is no one in the city, then it is called a grand occasion!"

Wang Yiyuan rolled her eyes and squeezed out a grimace. Hang Ping's troubles made her feel less uneasy.

An hour later, Ni Jun really appeared.

After sitting down, he looked at Wang Yiyuan: "What do you mean by asking that on the phone just now?"

Wang Yiyuan had no choice but to repeat her self-deprecating words again.

Unlike Hang Ping, who was snickering on the side with his mouth covered, Ni Jun's face was very serious. He thought for a moment, then told what he had found.

As a forensic doctor, although he is not in his own job, Ni Jun still habitually observes the condition of the corpse.

At that time, in the hospital, he definitely couldn't do any examination on Jian Yisheng's body in front of Jian Xingyun, but at that time, Jian Yisheng's external characteristics were all remembered by him.

"I saw that her right foot was not shoeed, and I don't know if it fell during the process of being taken to the hospital or somewhere, but her shoes were strappy sneakers, which should not have fallen so easily. Ni Jun said as he recalled.

"After I went to explain to Ping that night," Ni Jun glanced at Hang Ping, continued to look down and think, "I later went to the bar where Jian Yisheng worked. The bar's business has not been affected and it is still open. And the alley at the back door of the bar was the same as usual, and there was still no one. I checked the ground and didn't find any shoes that Jian Yisheng had dropped, but ......"