Her legs, chest, arms... and face are all covered with scars. I'm crazy. I'm an obstetrician and gynecologist. The first thing I want to check is not her injuries, but her vagina.
.terrible.
Her vulva was a bloody mess, and her hymen was recently torn. Also, her vaginal wall was torn, red and swollen. It took nearly an hour to suture the internal tear and then clean the rest of her body.
place. After a few hours, I didn’t feel tired, only the pain in my heart.
"This criminal is not a human being." I suppressed the grief and anger in my heart and told the police.
"You are a doctor, please tell me your judgment." The policeman is much more rational than me, she asked me. Although she is one of the few beautiful policewomen I have ever seen, it is impossible for me to appreciate her now.
Beautiful. I said: "Obviously, she resisted and resisted with all her strength. Moreover, she is still a virgin."
"Do you think her injuries were only caused by resistance?" the female police officer asked me.[
I shook my head, "This is just one aspect. Judging from her wounds, the criminal is quite perverted." I don't know why, but after saying this, I couldn't help but shed tears, "It's too tragic.
"I murmured.
The female police officer looked at me in surprise and said in a low voice: "It seems that obstetricians and gynecologists are different." I was very puzzled by her words, but I didn't want to ask her.
The victim's girl's name is Chen Yuan, which is a very common name for a girl. Now I have placed her in the intensive care unit of the ward. For her safety, the police outside the intensive care unit have arranged female police guards.
The sadness subsided after a long time. "What happened?" I asked the beautiful policewoman.
"She works tonight..." she said. Before she finished speaking, I nodded, "I know her. She plays the piano in that Western restaurant. I didn't see her at noon today."
The pretty policewoman looked at me in surprise again, "So you know her."
I shook my head. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t nervous at all in front of this beautiful policewoman. “What I mean by familiarity is that I have met her. I saw her piano when I went there for dinner a few months ago.
Very good."
The pretty policewoman looked at me and smiled. Of course I understood why she was laughing, "I'm sorry, I interrupted you just now." I said to her apologetically, hoping to know what happened.
"What you just said is right. She works at night today. She and another piano player take turns on duty every day. Yesterday she worked during the day, and today is at night. The incident happened after get off work, at the place where she lives. "said the pretty policewoman.
I couldn't help but want to ask again, "When something like this happened, didn't the neighbors around me respond?"
She shook her head and sighed, "How many people nowadays are willing to meddle in such nosy matters?"
"Then how did you find out?" I asked, suddenly understanding, "She reported the case herself?"
She nodded, "She called the police number."
Thinking of the victim's current dementia condition, I couldn't help but worry, "She suffered such huge injuries, and I'm worried about whether she can wake up. It's hard for a girl to accept this reality."
"I hope she can wake up as soon as possible and help us solve the case as soon as possible." She also sighed.
"What if...what if she has a mental breakdown?" I asked. Although this question is cruel, I have to ask, "I'm sorry, I don't know your name, but I want to ask you
, if she stays like this, you will have no other way to solve the case?" I continued to ask.
"We will try our best to solve the case," she said.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, because I felt that her answer meant she said nothing.
"How could a criminal take such a beautiful girl?" I murmured, the pain in my heart rising again.[
"There is a kind of hate, and it's also called love." She sighed.
"You mean..." I asked. She waved her hand, "I didn't say anything. We don't have any evidence yet."
I stopped talking because there was only pain in my heart. The beautiful policewoman glanced at me and stretched out her hand, "Dr. Feng, you have worked hard. Thank you." I did not stretch out my hand to her and shook my head slightly.
Said: "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood."
She looked at me nonchalantly and smiled, "Dr. Feng, this is my business card. If you know anything about the patient's condition, please feel free to contact me."
I nodded, ignored her, and didn't take the business card from her hand. I went directly to the intensive care unit.
She was sleeping. She was still so beautiful, but her face was extremely pale. I sighed in my heart, sighing at the injustice of God. I carefully looked at the various data on the monitoring equipment and found that they were all relatively normal. I felt relieved immediately.
But I am still worried, because I know that her physical pain can be healed in a short time, but what about her psychological pain?
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