"Wait, Xiao Yang?" Yan Junli immediately held the phone closer to his ear, "That serial murderer with violent tendencies? How did he escape? ”

"We don't know, and the prison side doesn't say anything about it. Now we have issued a wanted warrant and launched a search, but it is also ......," Li Hong said for help, "The most important thing is that a corpse has appeared." He is the warden of the city prison. No matter how you look at it, it was Xiao Yang, who escaped from prison, and things became very tricky...... Team Yan, I'm very panicked if you're not here, and you know that this is not an ordinary case......"

Yan Junli sighed and comforted Li Hong on the other end, "Okay, okay, it's just an ordinary murder case, and you haven't dealt with it." I gave you the police station because I believed in your ability, and the chief believed in you. You are a very smart and hard-working person, as long as you calm down, you will definitely be able to handle it. ”

"But the Yan team...... Are you really not coming back? Li Hong asked worriedly.

"I ......" Yan Junli glanced at Yang Wenbin out of the corner of his eye, walked farther away from him, and whispered, "Listen, I have resigned, I have handed in my police badge and gun." I'm an outsider now, you can't expect an outsider to help you anything, you have to solve it alone. ”

"But I know you're not really leaving!" Li Hong shouted from the other end, "You're just for—"

"Well, that's it." Yan Junli interrupted Li Hong, "You know how important he is to me. And without him, even if I go back, it's useless. I'll stay until he recovers, and until then you'll be able to make the captain's job a grind. ”

Li Hong was silent for a while before speaking, and asked slowly, "...... But what if he never recovers? ”

Yan Junli was stunned, and he was speechless for a while, so he had to change the topic, "Okay, let's go to work." I think you're doing a good job, too. ”

"Okay, I'm hanging. Take care of yourself, Team Yan. Li Hong left this sentence and hung up the phone.

Yan Junli listened to the "beep" sound from his mobile phone in a daze, until Yang Wenbin's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Is it Xiaohong?" Yang Wenbin asked.

"Hmm." Yan Junli put away his mobile phone and sat down next to Yang Wenbin. The dragon fruit had already been cut and placed on the plate upright, Yan Junli took a piece and put it in his mouth, "It's a case of escaping, that is, the murderer of the throat-cutting case that caused a sensation a few years ago escaped from prison, he seems to have murdered the warden of the city prison, and he is still on the run." ”

"I don't care." Yang Wenbin said indifferently and also ate a piece of fruit.

"Yang Wenbin, someone is dead." Yan Junli emphasized, "This prisoner not only escaped from prison, but another person was killed by him. It is also possible that he will kill more people. ”

"So what?" Yang Wenbin asked rhetorically, "People die every day in the hospital, and I help them push out several corpses every day, why don't you blame me for not being able to save them?" ”

"You're misinterpreting what I mean, this and that are not the same thing at all......" Yan Junli said angrily.

"I know what you're trying to say. And I can hear everything you said to Xiaohong on the phone just now. Yang Wenbin interrupted Yan Junli, "I know that your resignation is nothing more than to persuade me to go back and investigate the case with you, and I thank you very much." But I'm not going to get involved in these things anymore, so you might as well give up. ”

"But you know that if you help us investigate, it will go much faster! Your reasoning and analysis are impeccable, and if you catch the criminals a day earlier, you don't know how many lives you can save! Yan Junli retorted.

"But I don't want to make a choice with human life as a bargaining chip anymore!" Yang Wenbin replied sharply.

Yan Junli was silenced by this roar, and Yang Wenbin seemed to realize that he had overreacted a little.

"I'm sorry...... I'm not trying to argue with you. Yang Wenbin's face was tired, "It's just ...... Never mind. You don't need to delay your future for me, you can go back when the bandage on my arm is removed, I believe that both the director and Xiaohong will be happy to see you return to work. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. In any case, you are the most reliable friend I have ever met in my life. ”

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The next day, it was another day of spring flowers. Sunlight poured in through the window, Yang Wenbin opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he was touching his glasses on the bedside, he accidentally knocked over the water cup on the bedside table. The water cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the water spilled all over the ground.

Yang Wenbin remembered that the glass of water was not here last night.

"Yan Junli?" Yang Wenbin tried to shout.

All that answered him was silence.

Yang Wenbin got dressed and walked out of the bedroom, and shouted again, "Yan Junli? ”

But there was no one in the room, only four cold walls. The clutter on the table was cleaned up, and the trash in the trash cans was emptied, but there was nowhere to be seen doing these things.

Yang Wenbin sighed, walked into the kitchen and began to fiddle with breakfast.

When Yang Wenbin walked into Minghai Hospital, he attracted many people's side eyes. But no one dared to say anything, at most he whispered a few words to his companion after he walked over. Yang Wenbin ignored these people and walked straight to his office.

"Yang Wenbin?"

Just as he laboriously pulled out the key with one hand to open the office door, he was suddenly stopped by a voice from behind. Yang Wenbin looked back and saw that it was Wang Jianjian.

"I'll help you!" Wang Jianshe saw Yang Wenbin's hanging arm and immediately stepped forward, took the key from Yang Wenbin's hand, and helped open the door, "I thought you would have to lie in the hospital for a few days if you were injured like this...... Oh, I'm sorry, but this is the hospital. ”

"It's not funny at all." Yang Wenbin commented helplessly on this joke and walked into the office.

"Well, but seriously." Wang Jianshe followed Yang Wenbin into the office, found a chair and sat down, and looked at Yang Wenbin with some concern, "Your injury is not good, your face is still so bad, what kind of work are you coming to work." You can't have surgery like that. ”

"At least I can help with a few consultations." Yang Wenbin said.

Wang Jianshe looked at Yang Wenbin and said with some hesitation, "I heard about the serial murder case, the news said that you assisted the police to solve the case, and now many people are discussing your ......."

Yang Wenbin shook his head, "It's all in the past." I'm not going to get involved in those messy cases anymore. ”

Wang Jianjian's mouth opened wide in surprise, "You, you're saying that you don't investigate those murders anymore?" But ......"

Yang Wenbin waved his hand, "I'm injured like this, do you still want me to continue to get involved in their affairs?" ”

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that......"

"Okay, okay," Yang Wenbin couldn't help laughing, "I know." Do you have no patients in your internal medicine department? Hurry up and go back, I'll have to sort out the cases of the past few months. ”

"Cheng, then I'll go back." Wang Jianshe stood up, "You should pay more attention yourself." ”

"Okay."

After Wang Jianshe walked out of the door, the curvature of the corners of Yang Wenbin's lips returned to the level. He sat down and began to pack up the cases one by one. When he went out to run the case, he missed a lot of patients, most of whom went to other surgeons. Yang Wenbin couldn't help frowning as he flipped through the case and operation reports.

These little doctors are too careless in their operations.

Some reports are simply written to fool foreign devils, and God knows how the surgery is done. How can they do that? What about the ethics of being a doctor?

But thinking of this, Yang Wenbin felt that he had no right to speak. After all, he is also the one who left his main job to investigate the case, if you want to talk about professional ethics, I am afraid that I am the most immoral person.

He piled up the thick boxes and prepared to throw them all together in the data room. At this moment, he glanced at his desk and suddenly found a crumpled piece of paper stuffed in the drawer of his desk.

Yang Wenbin felt strange, so he pulled out the paper, unfolded it, and was stunned.

This is an old case, crumpled by being stuffed into a drawer, with Yang Wenbin's own handwriting, and in the "patient's name" column, Yan Junli's name is written.

Yang Wenbin remembered it all at once. This is the case that Yan Junli came to see a doctor when he was shot and injured a long time ago when the Hongfeng Garden case occurred.

He still remembered that he didn't have a good impression of Yan Junli's flamboyant tongue at that time, and he was very rude even when he wrote the case, and in the end he couldn't get angry, and stuffed the case into the drawer, not knowing that it was just sandwiched between the drawers.

Yang Wenbin stared at the case for a long time, and he didn't know how long he looked at it, until a patient walked into the consultation room and pulled him back into reality.

For the whole day, Yang Wenbin was a little depressed. When writing the prescription, I made mistakes several times, and almost made the patient take the wrong medicine. For the whole day, Yang Wenbin's mobile phone was placed on the table, expecting its screen to light up, but it backfired, and no calls came in all day.

During the lunch break, Yang Wenbin even deliberately turned on the computer and browsed all the news pages of City C, but the news about Xiao Yang's escape from prison was only one sentence, and most of the rest of the page was occupied by a well-known artist.

It was as if he had really been cut off from that world, and he couldn't hear the wind.

……

"Doctor, doctor?"

Yang Wenbin jumped out of his thoughts at this time, and hurriedly responded, "Yes, I'm here." ”

Because it was not early, and when he arrived at the end of work, he didn't expect that there would be patients at this time. Standing in front of him was a woman with a girl only five or six years old, who held her arm and had a visible bruise on her white little hand. The girl must have been in pain, but she stubbornly held back her tears and didn't cry.