Everyone was surprised and surprised, and they all gathered around Song Zhiying to ask her about her condition.

Song Zhiying reached out and shook the red rope at her wrist, full of happiness for the rest of her life after the catastrophe and gratitude to Shi Ling, "I'm really fine." ”

But the doctors and colleagues are not very reassured, and even the Chinese medicine department will give her a pulse on the spot.

"The pulse is fine, but if you fall from that high, let's go to the emergency room and take a film."

"That's right, I'm afraid of bleeding from internal organs or something, so it's better to go and have a look."

Song Zhiying was surrounded by everyone and went to the emergency room, and even a nurse came over with a stretcher, insisting that she lie down, for fear that moving at will will aggravate the bleeding of internal organs.

Song Zhiying was a little helpless, but in the end, she was pressed by everyone and lay on the stretcher.

When she passed by Shi Ling, her eyes lit up slightly, and she was about to sit up to thank her, but as soon as her head was raised, she was pressed back by the colleague next to her.

Shi Ling greeted her with a bow, which can be regarded as receiving her heart.

Sirens followed.

Pang Ming was taken away, and the firefighters who were at the scene at the time were also taken as witnesses to record the statement.

Because Pang Ming was in a special situation and was a terminal cancer patient, in the spirit of humanitarianism, the police did not take him away immediately, but let him get painkillers first.

After Pang Ming's pain was temporarily relieved, when he saw the police, madness burst out in his cloudy eyes, "I killed someone." Euthanize me! Shoot me! ”

He originally wanted to jump off the building, but he was afraid of heights and pain. He didn't want to be tortured to death by cancer pain, and he didn't want to die without a body, for fear that he would go to the underworld and be incomplete. If there was a knife, he would definitely stab himself to death. But the hospital was very tightly controlled, and he couldn't get any access to any sharp weapons. So at the moment when he struggled on the roof, he thought of killing to pay for his life.

He knew he was sorry for Dr. Song, but he couldn't care about it that much. Who made her the closest to him, and she said that she would euthanize him.

Pang Ming has been tortured by illness to the point of losing his mind, people are dying, he doesn't care about any morality, and he doesn't want to wait for his grandson, he just wants a good time.

On the way here, Zhong Xian was very angry when she learned that it was another patient who had murdered the doctor, but when she saw her emaciated face and struggling appearance tortured by the disease, she suddenly felt a little complicated.

There is pity for the hateful.

Don't say anything that doesn't hurt others, don't persuade others to be kind. Your suffering is not a reason for you to raise a butcher's knife against innocent people, nor is it an excuse for being ungrateful.

Zhong Xian looked at Pang Ming's eyes slightly cold, "Pang Ming, don't worry, you won't be sentenced to death." ”

Pang Ming was slightly stunned, "Why?" I killed someone......"

Zhong Xian smiled: "Doctor Song Jiren has his own natural appearance, and there is no problem with the examination just now." But you do have a motive to kill, and at most you will be punished as attempted intentional homicide, or at best go to jail. There will be no death penalty. ”

Pang Ming coughed violently again, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, his voice was hoarse, full of disbelief, "How is it possible...... Falling from the twentieth floor, how can he still be alive......"

Zhong Xian and the senior brothers were also shocked when they rushed over, but after learning that Shi Ling was at the scene at the time, they also understood.

She didn't explain so much to Pang Ming, she just said, "You shouldn't hurt Dr. Song, who has always cared about you." ”

"But she can't save me! I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in the hospital, but they didn't cure my illness, and now I have lost all my personal money. Pang Ming's voice was staccato and mixed with a labored cough.

Zhong Xian just continued to state the facts: "You didn't think that if you intentionally killed someone, even if you were sentenced to death, you would leave a criminal record, and your sons and grandsons would not be able to take the public examination in the future." ”

Pang Ming has now taken painkiller injections, and his consciousness is clearer, hearing this is like a thunderbolt from the sky, coughing violently, and shouting in his mouth: "How can this be ......?"

He just wanted to die happily, but he didn't want to affect the future of his son and grandson.