The small garden of the hospital adjoins the inpatient department, and the green trees are singing and the birds are singing, and the people in hospital gowns are walking in the sun by relatives or nurses, in stark contrast to the chaos of the hospital's emergency room.

In the corner of the little garden, the little room with the clutter was obviously unnoticed.

At the door of the narrow room, the old man carried a large pair of scissors for building flowers and plants in one hand, with his back to the sun, just blocking the entrance.

"What are you looking for here, this is a place to put garbage, nothing of value." The old man's cloudy eyes slowly raised, and he looked at the two women in front of him blankly.

Although he had met the old man a few times, he seemed to know them at all, and listening to his tone, he thought they were thieves who had come to steal.

"Garbage, I look at these things, they shouldn't be garbage." Chu Shi'an straightened her back slightly, she gently patted An Shijin, who was grabbing her sleeve, and motioned her to let go.

An Shijin glanced up at her, biting her lip, and the panic and worry in her eyes slowly faded.

In the end, it is a hospital, there are people outside, even if this strange old man wants to do something, someone will know if he shouts loudly.

An Shijin took a deep breath and calmly let go of Chu Shi'an.

Because the back injury was not yet healed, Chu Shi'an's walking posture was still a little stiff and slow, and she slowly walked to the small desk in the corner of the room.

I picked up the neatly arranged book at random, looked at it twice, and saw the obscure medical professional terms, as well as the neat and clear red letters on the side.

"Old man, this is not garbage." Chu Shi'an's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed the book and shook it lightly at the old man who was standing at the door and bowed his head and was silent.

"It's all books discarded by doctors in the hospital, not garbage." The old man coughed slightly, and finally let go of the door, he walked to the open toolbox and gently put the scissors in his hand.

"The old man has studied medicine before, so he should know what adrenaline is." Chu Shi'an nodded thoughtfully, put the book in his hand back to its original position, and slowly walked to the empty cart with strips of cloth tied to it.

"Joke, even if you don't study medicine and stay in the hospital for so long, you know what it is." The old man's tone was not good, and although his expression was blank, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"I heard that there is an ethnic minority in the north, and every house hangs a cloth rope woven with white, blue, and red strips of cloth at the door, and then soak it in the herbs that are special to that place for a few days and nights, and hang it on the door to bring good luck. Is the old man from that place? Chu Shi'an gently touched the beautifully woven cloth rope on the small trailer, although it still looked bright, but it could also be seen that the rope was seriously worn, and it should have been tied here for a long time.

"What the hell do you want to ask, if there's nothing to do, go out, I'm going to clean, no one can come in here." The old man didn't say whether it was or not, but frowned and seemed to be very unhappy as Chu Shi'an grabbed the cloth rope and began to catch up with people.

An Shijin stood quietly and listened for a while, and did not interject, Chu Shi'an's whimsical question made her a little puzzled.

But she was still serious and quietly waiting for Chu Shi'an to uncover the puzzle.

"A few days ago, when I was looking through the information of the hospital staff, I happened to see the information of the old man, the old man, you only filled in the information of the last three years, and his identity is a lonely and elderly wanderer. I didn't care about it at the time, but when I looked at it today, I found that the handwriting on the information filled in by the old man was the same as the handwriting on these medical materials. Chu Shi'an gently pursed his lips and smiled, confident and serious.

"The old man is hidden, I guess you weren't a wandering foreigner before, but a doctor with a lot of experience and good medical skills, right?"

"The doctor, that is, a barefoot doctor in the country, was dismissed from the doctor's death. It's notorious, and it's just a sweeper to eat. The old man didn't justify himself, he confessed it with all his mouth.

His expression was still indifferent and indifferent, and he quietly looked at the hand-woven cloth rope tied to the small trailer, a little stupid.

"When I was in the elevator that day and saw the strips of cloth tied to this cart, I didn't care. It's just that yesterday, when I was looking through the photos of the victim, I happened to catch a glimpse of a homeless woman who was sent to the hospital for rescue, a victim, and the strip of cloth tied to her hand was exactly the same as the one on your cart, just a little smaller than yours. I boldly guess that the old man and her are from the same place. ”

Chu Shi'an turned her head and looked at the cart, the bright and worn cloth rope, she didn't stop, and still continued.

"The killer likes to talk to each victim, tell them about their condition, talk to them about family and friends. Talk about pain, talk about dreams, because he needs to know all their pain from the victims, and he wants these victims to imply to themselves that they can't live anymore because they are in pain, and they want to be free. In this way, the murderers will stand in the position of a god and declare their liberation, but also wipe out their lives. ”

"Lima, she doesn't speak Mandarin, she can just be a little simpler, she can talk to so many people with her, in this hospital, it's probably me, what an obvious answer." The old man suddenly smiled softly, the corners of his lips stiffly raised, and he showed a complicated expression.

I can't tell if I'm laughing or crying.

The old man's words undoubtedly admitted that he was the murderer.

How incredible and simple, the clever and unwitting method of killing people was not done by the doctors in the hospital, but by this old man who had never been noticed.

An Shijin took a deep breath, she turned her head to look at Chu Shi'an, reached out and grabbed her hand, and nodded slightly.

Now that the murderer has confessed, it's time to call the police.

Let the police deal with it, this old murderer.

Following An Shijin's footsteps and taking two steps, Chu Shi'an stopped, she turned around and looked at the old man with his back bowed, and asked softly.

"Tell me, your determination and original intention to do this, everything has a reason."

"The reason, the reason is that they are in so much pain, that they don't even have the strength to end their own lives. They are all the same, they don't care for their loved ones, they are so miserable, they lie in bed every day, watching the pain eat their bodies little by little. You think I'm killing them, no, I'm saving them, I'm freeing them, they just want to die, but no one can help them, these doctors are just perpetuating their suffering. ”

The old man turned around, his cloudy eyes instantly cleared, and he waved his hand a little excitedly, his eyes full of excitement, like a radical believer.

"No one has the right to end a person's life, and even more so doctors, whose accusations are to save people, and doctors should be guardians, saviors, not perpetrators, which is a fallacy at all." An Shijin frowned, looked at the old man, and couldn't help but retort coldly.

"Save people, guard. But when your patient begs you, she falls on her knees and begs you, begging to end her suffering, to help her end her never-ending suffering. You know that those drugs, although they can prolong her life, will make her miserable, and in the end it will only be two more days of life, two more painful days. What do you do, doctor, you tell me what you do. ”

The old man's eyes were red, and he angrily stretched out his hand and pointed at An Shijin.

"You tell me what to do."

An Shijin opened her lips lightly, but she didn't say anything, and she found that she didn't seem to have a solution to the question.

As a doctor, I am supposed to treat patients and relieve their suffering.

But if death is compared to sickness, it is relief.

What if those aggressive drugs prolong life, but they are a thousand times more painful.

An Shijin is a forensic doctor, compared to the doctor who treats the sick and saves people, she only touches some dead corpses, she can't see the pain of the corpse, she can't see the helplessness of the corpse, those corpses lying on the autopsy table, don't cry out in pain. She didn't know how to answer the old man's question.

An Shijin was a little shaken, and she looked at Chu Shi'an for help.

She hoped that Chu Shi'an would be able to say something that was refutable and irrefutable.

It's just that Chu Shi'an lowered her head slightly and was silent, her eyes were clear and confused, and she seemed to be in a daze.

Be in a daze at this time.

"You don't know if the answer is right or not." The old man sneered, and he slowly walked to the cart and quietly looked at the brightly colored rope.

The withered old hand gently stroked the knot, gently nostalgic.

"Do you know who the patient I died in my hometown is?"

The old man asked.

No one answered him, he pursed his lips and choked up.

"My wife, I unplugged her oxygen tube at night."

The police came quickly, and they quickly arrested the old cleaner who had been honest and lonely in the hospital.

The old man did not have the slightest excuse, and he did not hesitate to admit his crime.

No one in the hospital had the time to pay attention to why the old man was taken away by the police, they were still busy, busy trying to save the suffering patients.

In the shuttle crowd, the old man was hunched over, his wrists were locked in cold handcuffs, and when he walked out of the hospital gate, he suddenly turned back.

His cloudy eyes were shining, he looked at Chu Shi'an lightly, and said softly: "If it were you, what would you do." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Chu Shi'an's answer, and was pulled into the car by the accompanying police escorting him.

It's just that when he got into the car, he still looked at Chu Shi'an who was standing at the door with indifferent and sharp eyes.

What would you do if it were you.

What would you do if the person you love is in pain, you know that she can't live, and the hospital treatment is just to make her live in pain for two more days, what will you do, when she begs you, begs you to end her suffering.

What would you do?

An Shijin took Chu Shi'an's hand and called her several times, but Chu Shi'an didn't seem to hear it, she slowly turned her head and looked at the hall of the hospital.

Lying on a stretcher, covered in blood, patients were taken to the operating room one by one by the whistling rollers, and the painful screams came into her mind sentence by sentence.

Suddenly, a soft, painful voice came to my ears.

"Ann, help me."

The voice was soft and moving, but it contained extreme pain and forbearance.

The dark corners of my mind were slowly revealed.

Time seemed to go backwards, Chu Shi'an stood in the ward a little dizzy, her neck was wrapped with a thick white bandage, and the crimson blood stains penetrated the bandage, spreading little by little.

On the hospital bed, there was a frighteningly thin girl.

Although she was pale and thin and inhuman, Chu Shi'an still recognized her as Chu Lian.

Chu Lian slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of pain and despair, she looked at Chu Shi'an like a life-saving straw.

Her face was pale like a cold corpse, and a layer of white mist was gently sprayed on the oxygen mask on her mouth.

Chu Lian moved her lips, and she said a word.

Chu Shi'an nodded lightly, she stepped forward step by step, the blood on her neck spilled out of the bandage with her movements, but she didn't seem to feel it at all.

Like a numb puppet.

Chu Shi'an knelt on the edge of the bed, her eyes were hollowly white, and she stared at Chu Lian deeply.

Slowly stretched out his hand.

"I'll help you, little mercy."

Chu Shi'an heard this sentence and said it from his mouth.

Then slowly, slowly, she removed Chu Lian's oxygen tube little by little.

"I'll help you."