"I am Deng Lin's mother, and the police believe that my daughter committed suicide, but I don't think it's right." After a brief self-introduction, Deng Lin's mother said what she meant.

"I don't know what to call you?" Although the guest was very fierce, when he heard that it was Deng Lin's mother, Jia Tian also sympathized with Deng Lin's origin, so he said gently: "Don't worry, let's talk slowly." ”

"Zhao Xue." Deng Lin's mother replied.

"Okay, Ms. Zhao, can you slowly say that the things that Doctor Mu Chun and I know have been made clear to the police, if there is anything unclear, it stands to reason that the police should have further communication with our hospital, why did you come to our hospital in person?"

Dean Jia's words were simple and clear and very polite, and after finishing speaking, he glanced at Mu Chun, who quickly nodded to express his complete agreement with what the dean said.

"We've already talked to the police on our side." In order to emphasize that what Dean Jia said was right, Mu Chun followed.

"No, it's not at all, the police are all mistaken, or they didn't plan to investigate this matter properly, how can this be suicide?"

Zhao Xue angrily slammed the table, because she was too excited, the sound of her teeth chattering could be heard clearly, they were like some unpopular students forcibly squeezing into a group of classmates with better relationships, obviously not welcomed, but still trying to find a sense of unacceptable existence inside.

"But such a thing as cutting wrists, obviously, should not be mistaken."

Dean Jia and Mu Chun broke into the 212 dormitory at the same time, and they both saw Deng Lin cut their wrists at first sight.

How can murder cut your wrists?

Although Deng Lin is a medical student, she may not have much experience in using scalpels, or she does not have any experience at all, so she has multiple fresh wounds on her wrists, but none of them have cut the most important part.

There was a lot of blood, but it was not seriously life-threatening.

No matter how you look at the wound, it's suicide.

Holding a knife in the left hand cuts the wrist of the right hand, unless it is left-handed, it is indeed not easy to hit with a knife.

"I wouldn't believe my daughter killed herself, so I wanted to ask the two doctors, what exactly did you see?" Zhao Xue's attitude softened slightly, after all, she was also demanding, and it would not do her any good to be arrogant.

Dean Jia's speech was seamless, he neither made a suicide inference about Deng Lin's wound from the doctor's point of view, nor did he say that Zhao Xue's mother's thoughts were completely nonsense.

Mu Chun kept talking as Dean Jia went around in circles, but he seemed to have said a lot, but he didn't say a word of importance.

It's really the art of language. Mu Chun couldn't help but think.

Zhao Xue seemed to be dizzy by Dean Jia's words for a few minutes, but she didn't know which word touched her nerves, and Zhao Xue suddenly repeated the same as when she first entered the office, "No matter what you say, I am sure that my daughter will definitely not commit suicide." ”

Seeing that he couldn't convince Zhao Xue, Dean Jia gave orders: "Doctor Mu, explain." ”

'What? Mu Chun shouted in his heart.

Zhao Xue was not stupid, she listened to Dean Jia's words seriously at first, but soon understood that even if she heard these words at night, even if they were all recorded and recorded, nothing useful would appear.

So Zhao Xue decided to shift her attention to Mu Chun. She turned around and stared at him with miserable and stern eyes, and in her gaze, Mu Chun saw "Don't try to change her mind no matter what." ”

Mu Chun took a deep breath and asked, "Ms. Zhao Xue, do you know about your daughter's situation at school?" ”

Zhao Xue froze in her seat, as if the time in the office suddenly stopped for a few seconds, and then Zhao Xue angrily scolded Mu Chun, "What are you talking about, I'm here to ask what you saw in the dormitory the day before yesterday, and what does it have to do with whether I know about my daughter's situation at school, one will only say some useless words, and the other will only change the topic, is this how you doctors do doctors?" ”

Facing Zhao Xue, who was already out of control and did not choose to speak, Mu Chun simply turned around and walked a few steps and sat down on the sofa.

"What kind of attitude do you have?" Zhao Xue was unusually dissatisfied with Mu Chun's behavior, so she opened her mouth to question.

"I think we can talk well, but now is not the time, when are you going to calm down, maybe I can tell you something that might be useful to you." Mu Chun's tone was not tough, and it could even be said that he said this in a very gentle manner.

Zhao Xue stood up angrily, sat back in her place, took a few deep breaths, and then, Dean Jia gave her a glass of warm water in a timely manner.

"Let's drink saliva first, if there is something to say." Dean Jia said.

"The police will not be so quick to conclude that it is a suicide, I am more concerned about what Deng Lin's current situation is." Mu Chun added.

"Of course my daughter's condition is not good, is it okay for her to be murdered?" Zhao Xue was furious like a lion whose tail had been trampled on.

"When did she wake up?" Mu Chun didn't seem to see Zhao Xue's anger, and continued to ask.

"At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, she woke up, and when she woke up, she ate a little porridge and said she wanted to sleep." When Zhao Xue talked about her daughter, she was still angry.

"Did you sleep all the time yesterday? Are you still sleeping? Mu Chun asked two questions in a row.

Hearing Mu Chun's question, the corners of Zhao Xue's eyes twitched, and she secretly thought, 'How does this doctor know?' Did they know the doctor at Sumikawa Hospital? It's not impossible, maybe the doctors of their daughter's affairs are talking about it after dinner. ’

"Is she sleeping all the time and doesn't want to talk when she wakes up?" Without waiting for Zhao Xue's answer, Mu Chun continued to ask the third question.

Then, Mu Chun asked a fourth question, "Is she unwilling to talk to you?" ”

Zhao Xue just wanted to deny Mu Chun's words, because this sentence seemed to be a question sentence, but in fact, it seemed to say that Deng Lin was unwilling to talk to her, which Zhao Xue would not admit.

Zhao Xue stubbornly said, "There is no problem between me and my daughter. ”

"So, did she wake up and talk about her injuries?" Mu Chun asked the fifth question.

Zhao Xue still didn't know how to answer, and now her mind was still stuck in Mu Chun's first three questions, and Mu Chun had already asked the fifth.

The sixth question is already on the way.

"Did your daughter take the initiative to speak when she woke up?"

"She'......"

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