When the secretary saw Wei Dongxian's tears rippling, she knew that she was not feeling well, bit her lip, stopped protesting, and watched the stretcher team rush over and carry the hard-erected Song Xian away. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Before Song Xian's death, his cerebrospinal cord was seriously violated, his whole body muscles were stiff, his arms were as hard as bacon, and his whole person was like a dried duck, lying on a stretcher in a fixed position, which was shocking.

Wei Dongxian tried to stop choking, grabbed the secretary and tortured him carefully: "Song Lao's cirrhosis and cholecystitis are both chronic symptoms, how can they suddenly become ill?" What did he eat? What to drink? Did you come into contact with something special? Radiation? Bacteria? ”

The secretary recalled carefully, and couldn't remember what parasites or nuclear radiation Song Xian had touched, so he knocked his head bitterly: "Song Lao has not been exposed to anything harmful to the body, and the radiation source of the sword furnace is well controlled, and there is no leakage." Besides, Song Lao's health is not good, how can I take him to the radiation zone? It all happened very suddenly, he took two steps against the railing and then fell! ”

Wei Dongxian gritted her teeth, reached out to touch the cold iron railing, closed her eyes and deduced the process of Song Lao staggering on the railing, and then suddenly became ill, and then raised her head to look around, without even a clue.

Assuming that Song Lao's symptoms are artificial, then the traditional means of poisoning are nothing more than injection, contact, diet, and long-range sniping with biochemical injection guns.

Wei Dongxian was not good at these, but he forced himself to think carefully and check them one by one: the surroundings were clean, there were no traces of outsiders, and if someone injected Song Lao with toxin at close range, even if he used a "micro-serrated painless needle", the secretary would not be unaware. And Song Lao's diet was personally taken care of by Wei Dongxian, except for Wei Dongxian, only the male secretary who served as a life assistant had the opportunity to be poisoned. And there is a biochemical injection gun that can drive a miniature auto-injection warhead into a person's skin within 100 meters, which is also a means of over-distance poisoning.

Song Lao's death was terrifying, similar to the symptoms of angular arch reflexion caused by the neurotoxin released by tetanus, which made Wei Dongxian have an intuition that this was by no means a natural death.

Wei Dongxian knew that Song Lao was riddled with stubborn diseases. But cirrhosis and cholecystitis won't turn Song Lao Lu into an orange. Nor could he have died so painfully and violently.

"Carefully examine the body and examine the pinholes on the body surface." Wei Dongxian tried to do what he could, calmed down and ordered the military doctor. Then she said to the grief-stricken male secretary: "You and the four personal staff of Song Lao immediately put down all their work and went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to assist in the investigation. ”

The male secretary suddenly understood that although Wei Dongxian said it well, he had actually listed him and other close personnel as suspects. "Assisting in the investigation" and "being interrogated" are the same meaning.

"Yes." He stood up and faithfully agreed.

"Everyone is vigilant. The base is about to enter the level 3 biochemical alert state, please do a good job of personal protection, and report any suspicious situation immediately. Wei Dongxian looked around, giving orders coldly, like an empress who was not angry and arrogant.

"Yes!" In the corridor of the steel fence, the sea of people stood side by side at the same time, obeying the order proudly, stepping on the steel grid floor and making a uniform sound.

Wei Dongxian endured her grief, tried to be strong, calmly handled everything, her heart beat wildly, and she led the law enforcement team away reservedly.

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Richelieu rushed to hear the news and bumped into Song Dan at the door, the two of them greeted each other, rushed into the medical instrument room side by side, and saw that the No. 3 operating room was still on the red light, and Wei Dongxian pinched his chin and walked around the instrument table, fidgeting and waiting.

"Where's Veneto?" Wei Dongxian suddenly saw that there was no one missing, and looked up and asked.

"She wasn't feeling well and fell asleep in the cabin." Song Dan replied casually, frowned and walked over, and looked at the crack in the door of the operating room: "Why don't you let me see it?" It's an autopsy and not a surgery, and what do you do by following those rules! ”

"I looked at it and couldn't stand it. It's better to come out and wait for the results. Wei Dongxian's eyebrows furrowed, remembering the disgusting smell of blood and the creepy dissection picture, she suddenly wanted to vomit, lowered her head and held her mouth, admitting weakness.

Richelieu took Wei Dongxian's hand and asked Song Xian about the details of his sudden death, making Wei Dongxian bow her head and wipe her tears, and panicked Richelieu gently comforted her. When the two people were encouraging each other, Song Dan did not hesitate to pull open the door of the operating room, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in with his windbreaker fluttering.

A pungent smell of blood mixed with iron and zinc ions rushed out. The smell was so strong that Song Dan felt like he was licking a piece of cold rust.

The two military doctors on the side of the operating table stopped their movements in astonishment, looked back at Song Dan, and showed two amazed eyes on the blood-spattered mask, curious that Song Dan could actually muster up the courage to come in and inspect.

Because there was no special autopsy room at the base, the military doctor temporarily modified the third operating room, sacrificing the sterile environment, and changing the operating table into the most comprehensive forensic autopsy table in history. Song Xian's body was covered in a white cloth, lying on an adjustable operating table, illuminated by a shadowless lamp. The first step of the military doctor is to open the deceased's ****, so he habitually takes eight hemostats and clamps four surgical towels, exposing the deceased's chest in a square. The deceased **** has been completely incised, and a military doctor holds a thoracotomy and a retractor in both hands to pull the cut skin, fascia and adipose tissue from side to side, so that colleagues can bend over to explore. Because the large and small blood vessels were not clamped with hemostats, the viscous blood had been soaked red in the white surgical towel, and a small pool was stored on the operating table, and drop by drop fell on the edge of the military doctor's shoes.

Song Dan held back his nausea, put his hands in his pockets, walked over without changing his face, gritted his teeth, and bent down to look at the deceased's open chest.

Her eyes fell into the bloody hole of the corpse, but she choked on tears from the smell of the peritoneum. The smell in the abdominal cavity of the creature was stronger than the butcher's burp, and Song Dan was able to hold back the filth that came up because he gritted his teeth in advance, and did not spit out with a "wow".

The military doctor saw Song Dan's face retracting with a blue face, and secretly admired that this woman was well-informed, and she could even hold the picture and smell. The military doctor in charge of the open probe put down the scalpel and scissors, looked at Song Dan and said, "Do you want to help?" ”

Wei Dongxian came in to visit before, but the buttressed the wall and walked out softly. The military doctor was tired of these women pushing the door in and out, so he retreated and wanted to send Song Dan to leave quickly.

Song Dan held back his face for a long time before swallowing back the nausea that was surging, pulled his hand out of his pocket, picked up a pair of rubber gloves and put them on, and put on a set of army green surgical gowns himself. Because it was an autopsy and ignored the sterility requirements, Song Dan was able to put on a surgical gown and tie a belt by herself.

Then she put on a mask, pulled high rubber gloves, walked to the operating table, and said to the military doctor, "When is the craniotomy?" I'm going to look at his cerebrospinal center and see for myself what's going on. ”

The military doctor never expected to be able to operate on the same stage as Song Dan, and he was amazed. The person in charge of the retractor asked suspiciously, "Will you have surgery?" ”

Song Dan stared at the bloody surgical field of vision, and replied briefly without care: "My mother is the vice president of the Second Military Medical University, I studied aerospace physiology, and I have studied all the basic disciplines. I'm not going to get in your way. Alright, go ahead. As she spoke, she took the hook in the hand of the military doctor, and forcefully pulled the skin and flesh of the deceased to both sides, expanding her field of vision, and cherishing the words like gold: "The liver is exposed, do you want to slice it?" ”

The military doctor glanced at each other, knowing that Song Dan was afraid of vomiting, so he didn't talk nonsense, nodded, and began to work.

(To be continued.) )