The door of the emergency room was not locked, Li Baifeng put his hand on the doorknob, and opened the door without much force, as soon as he entered, an inexplicable strange smell entered the nasal cavity, which may be mixed with the smell of blood mixed with disinfectant, or it may be mixed with some other ingredients, in short, it is not very pleasant. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Baifeng's brows furrowed slightly, and he observed the situation here with a slight discomfort.

There was a bed on the side of the wall in the room, and Chong Zheng was lying on it with a calm expression, his hands folded, and he placed it on his abdomen. Since he usually looked pale and bloodless, he didn't see anything unusual at this time—as if he was asleep.

Around this bed are placed all kinds of instruments, which are very high-end at first glance, and even have a feeling of black technology, and the small red, red, green and green signal lights "drip" flickering, creating a chaotic sense of tension. All Li Baifeng could make out was an ECG monitor showing a straight line, and an oxygen mask that was set aside and not activated.

Chong Zhen is not the only one in the room...... Let's count the people, there are a few doctors wearing white coats and white masks, revealing only gold-rimmed glasses and wrinkled foreheads, distributed in an irregular shape around Chongzhen, all empty-handed, not busy, all helpless. At this time, when they heard the movement of the door opening, they all cast their surprised and puzzled eyes.

Li Baifeng opened his mouth, ready to explain his identity and the next work to be done, but before he could speak, another, more delicate lord spoke:

"Puff puff...... What does this smell like, it smells so bad. ”

Li Baifeng was almost frightened, but fortunately, the voice was not loud, and he was separated by a layer of clothes, looking at the eyes of everyone, he should not have heard clearly. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.

In order to prevent this unconscious little thing from poking out a bigger basket later, Li Baifeng turned his back and quickly pinched the green pepper hanging behind his back, signaling her not to act rashly. At the same time, he held up the Xuanniao jade plaque to the doctors, and said loudly:

"My name is Li Baifeng, and I was ordered by the principal to investigate the Chongzheng case, please cooperate, thank you."

These words are not only explaining his identity to everyone, but also reminding Qingjiao that there are people here. Originally, Qingjiao was pinched by Li Baifeng, and he was about to open his "bloody mouth" and carry out "bloody revenge" on the soft flesh of his waist.

The doctors did not immediately believe him, but turned their inquiring eyes to a doctor who looked quite old. After all, Li Baifeng looked too young, completely like a student, how could the principal find such a hairy boy to investigate such a big murder case of the death of the son of Bei Bohou?

Seeing that his colleagues were waiting for his opinion, the elderly doctor took off his mask, revealing a face of vicissitudes, walked slowly towards Li Baifeng, and said:

"I'm the chief physician of the Department of Otolaryngology of Chaoge School Hospital, Sun Jinghe, can you show me the jade plate?"

Li Baifeng nodded and said, "Of course you can." Xuan handed over the Xuanniao jade card.

Sun Jinghe took it with both hands, raised it up and looked at the light, nodded slightly, rubbed his thumb and index finger up and down, showed a sure look on his face, handed the jade card back to Li Baifeng, and said, "Yes, it's true." ”

This move...... How is it so like a money detector?

Li Baifeng's eyebrows were raised and pressed, showing a very strange look, and he didn't understand this magical method of counterfeiting, but he didn't dwell too much, but took the jade card and walked quickly to Chongzhen's corpse.

As he got closer, Chongzhen's face was clearly recognizable: his face was paler than usual, his narrow eyes were closed, and he couldn't see the iconic snake pupils, but a faint smile hung on his face, and he was not frightened by the murderer, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Li Baifeng looked at this face steadily, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart.

He had imagined the situation of meeting Chongzhen again: it might be that the two met on a sparsely populated path, and then they fought to the death, and they couldn't get along; It may be that Chongzhen, a guy who is bound to take revenge, has recovered from his injuries, and his heart is depressed, and he takes a group of thugs to the door to seek revenge, and then beats you to the death, and you can't get along; It could also be ...... Forget it, in short, it's a fight to the death, and you can't get along.

I didn't expect that the two would "meet" in this way, and I didn't expect that Chongzhen, a scourge, would die so quickly. Obviously, you can't fight anymore, and you can't fight anymore.

Strange to say, he was very disgusted with this face - especially when there was a cruel, mocking look on it, which would make him feel the urge to imprint a kick on it, but at this time, looking at the other party's peaceful remains, those hatreds seemed to dissipate with the departed soul.

It's not that he and Chongzheng have any sympathetic feelings in the fight, it's just that there are some things, as long as people die, there is nothing to worry about.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of the emptiness of human death.

Li Baifeng came back to his senses from his embarrassment and found that the people around him were silently looking at him, as if they were waiting for him to speak.

"Ahem." Li Baifeng coughed, stretched out his hand and asked for a pair of white gloves to put on his hand, suddenly, he remembered something not quite right, so he asked:

"By the way, Chongzhen is already dead, why don't you put it in the morgue, but in the emergency room? Are you still so many people gathered around you to resurrect him? ”

Several doctors looked at each other a few times, but did not speak, and there was some embarrassment between their eyebrows. It was still the elderly doctor named "Sun Jinghe", who sighed lightly and said:

"It's not Bei Bohou's words? He said that Dashang has not been resurrected from fake death for so many years, and maybe his son can also be resurrected, so he has to stop here, and he also called a group of us to guard it. Alas, what was the situation with those who faked their deaths before? What is the situation in Chongzhen? This is a fatal wound! Excessive blood loss! Can that be the same? Besides, I'm the head of an otolaryngology department, what's the use of him looking for me......"

Sun Jinghe was a little talkative, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop talking, and then poured bitter water, why do you have to take care of a dead person day and night, and you don't have any pay for overtime......

Li Baifeng didn't care about this, but he couldn't interrupt, he just nodded perfunctorily, and instead focused on checking Chongzhen's body, intending to find some clues.

Suddenly, an anomaly caught his attention.

"What is this?" Li Baifeng pointed his index finger at Chongzhen's slightly bulging cheeks, and asked Sun Jinghe, who was still complaining, with a puzzled expression. (To be continued.) )