Song Xiang came out in a hurry, he didn't bring anything except the key, he woke up drowsy on the road, his eyes were sore, he rubbed it for a long time before he eased up for a while, he wanted to drop artificial tears, squinted his eyes and groped for a long time and didn't find his pocket, sighed and just wanted to ask the little brother if he had it, and heard him say, "It's here." ”

Song Xiang: It's pretty fast.

As soon as he got out of the car, the little doctor came over with messy hair, and he looked like he had just picked it up from the bed: "Doctor Song, you have arrived." ”

"What's the situation?" Song Xiang put on his glasses and asked.

His eyes were still very dry, Song Xiang half-squinted, in fact, he couldn't see clearly, and he didn't even notice when there were many people around the little doctor, if it wasn't for the little doctor pulling it, he almost bumped into it.

"Hello, is it Dr. Song Xiang?" The voice Song Xiang recognized as the man who had just answered the phone, and he said what was his name, oh, Zhao Yan.

"Hello." Song Xiang pushed his glasses, tried to open his eyes, tried to see Zhao Yan clearly by the dim light at the entrance of the hospital, stretched out his right hand in vain, and shook it back politely.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Yan nodded slightly.

Song Xiang asked again: "What is the patient's current situation?" After thinking about it, he said: "The operation of internal organs, the rate of heartbeat, the area of the wound, the degree of hemostasis, has the operating table been arranged?" She asked the little doctor, "What is the emergency level of the situation, and are you still conscious?" Vital Characteristics Condition...."

"Doctor Song...."The little doctor said weakly, "It's not a patient." ”

"Huh?" Song Xiang didn't understand a little.

Zhao Yan answered first: "It's the victim who has died." ”

"Huh?" Song Xiang stopped.

At this time, she just walked into the hospital, the lights in the hall were bright, and she saw Zhao Yan's appearance clearly, the same inch as the young man who drove her, black top, cargo pants, Martin boots pressed into the trouser legs, there was an empty gun clip on the belt on the waist, the eyebrows were tough, the mandible was fine and densely popping out of some green stubble, the eye sockets were very deep, the faint dark circles and the red blood in the eyes made him look a little tired, but the tone of his speech was undeniable: "I hope you will make an autopsy report for us, Complete analysis of autopsy results and death data is required. ”

"Huh?" Song Xiang couldn't care about whether his eyes were sour or not at this time.

"I'm sorry, I'm only responsible for saving people." Song Xiang's face was pale, and the corners of his eyes that were red because of staying up late were illuminated by the light with a white halo, perhaps the reflection of his glasses, and he was a little cold: "The autopsy should be forensic doctors, not hospitals." There is a specialization in the art industry, please forgive me for not being able to do anything. ”

Zhao Yan's lips tightened: "Please." ”

"Doctor Song, I know you can." Zhao Yan's eyes were like torches: "You are in the Shuyang Research Institute..."

"I hope Officer Zhao knows that this is Yuncheng, under your feet is Yuncheng People's Hospital, and in front of you is Song Xiang who saves lives and helps the wounded, not Song Xiang from Shuyang Research Institute." Song Xiang's tone was not good: "I need an autopsy report, please find a forensic doctor, I'll go back first." ”

After saying that, Song Xiang turned around to leave, but Zhao Yan grabbed her wrist: "The one lying down is the forensic doctor of Yuncheng." ”

Song Xiang frowned, his eyes narrowed by half a point, and his expression was as heavy as water: "That is, you are incompetent." ”

"What are you talking about?" The young man who was driving was in a very angry tone, and was about to continue scolding, but Zhao Yan raised his hand to signal him to shut up, and then said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry." ”

Song Xiang's eyes moved slightly, and his tone loosened a little: "I really can't do it, let's change people." ”

After speaking, she took out her wrist from Zhao Yan's hand, put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the door, before leaving, she didn't forget to ask the little doctor to go back to duty and don't be nosy, Zhao Yan frowned, and finally looked at Song Xiang's back and pursed her lips and didn't hold it anymore.

"Team Zhao, she's..."

"Let's find another way." Zhao Yan was a little tired.

"Are there any other forensic doctors in Cloud City?" The young man was a little impatient: "At this time, I should still be able to approve the documents when I am seconded from a neighboring province, do you need me to do the documents?" ”

Zhao Yan interrupted him and touched the mobile phone in his pocket: "No, as long as Song Xiang." ”

"Why? She is not a professional forensic doctor. ”

Zhao Yan glanced at him: "Go drive." ”

…….

Song Xiang walked out of the hospital door only to find that his hands were shaking, and they were shaking very badly. Maybe the wind was too cold, she thought, pulled the collar of her jacket and walked towards the road, where the bus was out of service and she could only see if she could catch a taxi on the side of the road.

In fact, it has passed spring, not so cold, but Song Xiang still feels that the wind in the night is climbing up from her ankles, the cold is a little numb, she is a little not very awake, her eyes are not as sour as before, and the discomfort in the corners of her eyes has been relieved a lot, on the lane in the early morning, not to mention people, even the sanitation workers have not yet gone to work, she walked along the sidewalk, probably can remember how to walk home from the hospital, and her body is a little tired. She thought of the Shuyang Research Institute, the morgue filled with the smell of disinfectant water, the dissection room where the rot and fishy smell were mixed, and the dense data analysis.

Headache.

She has only been working for a year, how can she be picked up?

I thought of my mother's face like a dish, and found that when she changed her major, her voice was smooth but cold, and in the sharp words, Song Xiang's first resistance disappeared in silence after 362 days and 7 hours.

Walking to the moat, Du Yuming's new endorsement was being screened on the building opposite, and the bright and cold light shone from afar, lengthening Song Xiang's shadow.

Forget it.

Song Xiang walked halfway, felt cold and wanted to take a taxi, and remembered that he didn't have anything with him, and he didn't have a wallet, so he had to continue walking, and when he reached the fork in the road, he began to hesitate which way to go.

"Doctor Song?"

Fate is such a coincidence, Gu Yu waited for Song Xiang's news all night and didn't wait, he was upset and irritable, played a few training matches Yu Ming urged them to go to sleep, turned over and over, the mobile phone was about to stare out of a hole and didn't wait for the prompt sound, it finally rang once in the middle, Xiao Gu jumped up from the bed with excitement, took a few deep breaths to calm down before clicking on the chat interface, the result was that Liu Shaojie asked in the group if he would eat fried buns tomorrow morning.

Xiao Gu Xiao Gu: Why don't you die of it?

Graceful Liu Shaojie: Yo, Brother Yu's confession was rejected? Such a big fire

Xiao Gu Xiaogu: @余明, Liu Shaojie has a full set of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Collector's Edition game CDs hidden under the bed.

Graceful and suave Liu Shaojie:! Gu Yu, I'm fighting with you.

Xiao Gu Xiao Gu: Hehe.

Yu Ming: Thank you, I'll find a reason to collect it tomorrow.

Zhou Tuk: Let's get a piece of the pie

Shaun the Sheep: Let's get a piece of the action +1

Mrs. He: Let's split a fart, and then don't sleep and eat chaff tomorrow morning.

Not only could he not fall asleep now, but he was awakened most of the time by the prompt sound, Gu Yu groaned for a while and decided to go out for a run, exercise, and consume energy.

With a pair of headphones, a set of sweatshirts, a pair of shoelaces, a mobile phone key and ran out, just ran out of two streets, at the fork in the road, I saw a figure hesitating at the zebra crossing, how is it still a little familiar.

Good guy, isn't this Song Xiang?