"I was suddenly woken up by the nurse last night. A bunch of doctors and nurses came in with various instruments, right next to me. You know, it's the kind of electric shock thing. What's the name of a pacemaker? It was pointed at that
The girl was given a few electric shocks and a few injections. After a while, when there was no movement, the doctor said there was no hope. Then the family came and cried, and then the girl's body was pushed away.
By now, I’m afraid that girl has been sent to the crematorium.”
"I bought a watch last year!" I cursed in my heart, "This damn beauty is so miserable, I am so jealous of beauty! Such a beautiful person is about to bloom and enjoy all the beauty that life brings.
At such an age, the fragrance disappears and the jade dies!”
Li Haibo poked me with his finger: "What's wrong? Handsome guy, are you okay?"
"Handsome guy" is a joking term among our buddies. Normally, when I hear this word, I would punch him in the face, but at this time, I couldn't help but think of that girl's face and the frown between her eyebrows, so pitiful.
, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Li Haibo stood up. He seemed to have a little pain in his leg. He leaned a little and put his arm on my shoulder. He said, "You kid, you were always bored when meeting beautiful women in the past. I didn't expect that you actually fell in love at first sight here! Look at you!
You're such a coward, okay, a girl you've met once will be fine if you feel sad for a while."
I nodded and said to Li Haibo, please sit down for a while while I go to the side to say hello.
After that, I helped Li Haibo sit down, and I walked to the end of the bed where the girl lay, looked at the bed for a while, bent down and bowed. Then, I gathered my mood and helped Li Haibo walk out of the ward.
On the way out of the hospital, I kept looking around.
What Li Haibo didn't know was that the machine the doctor used to rescue the girl was not called a pacemaker, but a defibrillator. Those injections and intravenous drips were to open the intravenous access, and the direct injection should be dopamine.
First aid medications such as epinephrine.
What Li Haibo doesn't know is that this girl has definitely not been sent to the crematorium, but is in the morgue of the hospital. After a person dies, the body is rarely cremated immediately, but will be parked in the morgue for two or three days. On the one hand
This is to give relatives enough time to arrange the funeral, and to ensure that the deceased will not suddenly resurrect before sending it to the crematorium. Of course, sometimes the identity of the deceased is unknown and the cause of death is unknown, which requires an autopsy or DNA fingerprint analysis by the family, or a forensic examination.
After further autopsy, the body will remain in the morgue for a longer period of time.
What Li Haibo didn't know was that when I bent down and bowed, it was not just to pay tribute to this beautiful flower that had just budded and died, but also to take a sneak peek at her medical record hanging at the end of the bed.
Her name and bed number will be marked on the mortuary locker.
The reason why I know this is because I once took a forensic science course in law school. The teacher once took a class of students to the morgue and dissected a corpse in front of us. After that, I spent three days
I didn't finish my meal and felt like vomiting when I saw the meat.
However, after hearing the news of that girl's death, I secretly made a decision.
I want to go to the morgue and see her again.
This idea is so evil, but I can't control myself.
I can't forget her face, even if I just look at her again, I am willing to pay any price.
What is also unforgettable is:
Name——Xiao Luqi.
Age - 19 years old.
Cause of death - cardiac arrest.
Hospital bed number - 8033542.
Today happened to be Saturday. After I sent Li Haibo home, I returned to the gate of my community. Instead of walking in, I walked around the block and had a meal of Shandong cuisine in various small shops.
Dumplings, and bought some things by the way.
I returned to my room. I threw the plastic bag on the sofa, and I sat down on the sofa, leaning forward and starting to sort out the contents.
Let me first introduce my little home. In order to save money, I rent a large one-bedroom husband's room. The so-called husband's room is usually a house before 1998, no more than 6 floors. For the sake of peace and quiet, I live in
On the 6th floor, there are usually 2 or 3 households on the first floor. The rooms are not big and very cramped. The decoration of the corridors and rooms are generally older. The neighbors are all elderly people. From time to time, someone will leave upstairs or downstairs, and the sound will be heard all night long.
The sound of mourning makes you unable to sleep peacefully. The so-called big one-bedroom means that the bedroom is larger than a simple one-bedroom apartment. A partition wall with steel keels separates a bedroom into a small living room.
Come on, set up a sofa.
My kitchen is not separate and is connected to the living room. Although my long-term single wandering life forced me to learn to cook, I rarely do it. Because the landlord refuses to buy me a refrigerator, vegetables and meat cannot be stored. Although with him
I mentioned it several times, but he always rejected it, so I gave up.
I took out a pair of medical plastic gloves from the plastic bag, unpacked them and smelled them. They didn't have the smell of rubber. They were very thin and I didn't feel much after putting them on. These gloves are mostly used by doctors to check the patient's throat or
It is worn when wearing chrysanthemums. For doctors, there is really not much difference between these two holes in the human body except that one is for incoming goods and the other is for outgoing goods.
Then I took out the bulging package, which contained a raincoat, a very thick one. There was also a pack of masks. They were blue and had wrinkles on them. I put the mask, raincoat and gloves on the arm of the sofa together.
Then there are two LED flashlights, which are very powerful. I turned them on and tried them. The effect was good, so I turned them off and put them aside.
At the bottom of the plastic bag are a shower cap, a pencil, a pair of pliers and three ear picks. The handles are very thin, but the material is very strong.
After taking out the things, I thought there was nothing else needed, so I picked up the fruit knife and started sharpening the pencil. Then I used pliers to straighten the ear pick, found a pair of scissors, and cut two holes in the raincoat.
After doing all this, I stood on the window sill, took a few deep breaths, packed my things, and went downstairs.
When I arrived at the Chest Hospital, it was still early and there was no get off work here yet.
This hospital is not big. Ordinary community hospitals and small-scale hospitals may not have morgues. If they can’t be cured, they send the patients to big hospitals. But when it comes to treating things in the chest, the chest hospital is the best in Shanghai.
It's a famous hospital with a good reputation. In the chest, apart from the heart, there are also lungs. They are all important things. If they are not good, it will kill someone.
If it's famous, more people will come. If it's famous, more people will die.
Therefore, there must be a morgue here, and it is not difficult to find. Morgues are usually in the basement of the hospital building or in an isolated bungalow next to it. I walked around the building and found no strange bungalows, so I concluded that the basement was the only possibility.
Walking into the hall, I found a seat in the corner and sat down. I pretended to look around casually and identified the location of the camera. Then I stood up and walked carefully, trying to avoid being continuously photographed by the camera.
I found two stairs for safe passages, but they were all retreated. When I found the third staircase, I walked in without hesitation.
Because the smell of disinfectant coming up from this staircase is very strong. The morgue is probably down here.
Obviously, few people walk in this corridor, and the lights are not turned on. As soon as I walk in, I feel the gloomy atmosphere, which makes my skin crawl. But there is a reason why I must take the stairs. Because generally speaking, people who die in the emergency room or ward
If someone picks up someone, they will directly use the bed that transports the corpse to the elevator and transport it directly to the morgue in the basement. But no one is willing to take the same elevator with the corpse, so the elevator for transporting the corpse is independent. If I, a non-staff member, take the
That elevator will definitely attract attention and be faithfully recorded by the camera - there are cameras in the elevators of the building, but there are basically no safety passages.
However, fire may also break out in the morgue. Once a fire breaks out, the elevator cannot be used. To put out the fire, you must go through the safe passage, which is where I am walking now.
There was no light, so after walking a few steps down, I couldn't see my hand. I took out the flashlight from my pocket and continued to walk down.
Tick, tick... As I pushed downward, a creepy dripping sound sounded.
I warned myself not to be afraid. This sound was made by disinfectant water. There are strict disinfection requirements in morgues. In order to ensure the quality of disinfection, many hospitals have several sinks with jars filled with disinfectant water placed above them.
Set up the infusion tube and set the flow rate so that the disinfectant water can drip into the sink continuously, purifying the smell of corpses that always permeates the morgue.
However, no matter how I comforted myself, this monotonous voice made my nerves tense.
The school where I studied for my undergraduate degree was nicknamed "The Sanatorium". The courses were not tight, and the exams were not too difficult. It was not difficult to graduate, but it was difficult not to graduate. So the students were very idle and were slightly interested in all kinds of weird things.
I am really curious and have learned to pick locks.
The stairs turned a corner and continued downward. Below the corner, the ever-green light indicating the safe passage emitted a faint green light. It was very faint. As soon as the light left the lampshade, it was swallowed up by the endless darkness. This little green in the darkness,
My scalp was numb and I was sweating all over.
If there were another whining sound at this time, I would definitely pee my pants on the spot.
Continuing to explore downwards, I finally came to an iron door with an ancient lock hanging on it.
Just as expected.
I took out the shower cap and gloves from my backpack and put them on. This way, no fingerprints or hair would be left behind, which would become evidence to identify me. Then I took out the three earpicks in my pocket, held up the lock, and dug in
I took a breath to calm myself down, tried my best not to be disturbed by the sound of dripping water, and started tinkering.