Four days have passed since Xu Lang was injured and fell into coma. During these four days, Xu Lang has been placed in the intensive care unit of the Third People's Hospital, just opposite the nurse's desk.
There are various medical equipment placed in the ward, and Xu Lang's body is also covered with various instruments and tubes, and he also wears an oxygen mask on his face. His face is slightly pale, his breathing is steady, and the numbers on various instruments show normal
, it seems that this man with long snow-white hair was not seriously injured and fell into a coma, he just fell into a deep sleep, and his left leg was plastered and bandaged, and there were also wounds on his chest under the hospital gown.
The slightly bleeding gauze reminds everyone who sees this man lying quietly on the bed that he is really injured.
The young nurse who had just finished inspecting each ward returned to the nurse's desk. She subconsciously glanced at the opposite side. When she saw that the man was still lying quietly, she stopped paying attention.
In fact, the young nurse has been working in this hospital for a while and has met all kinds of patients and their families. For those patients who were hospitalized due to various accidents, she started to feel pity and heartache, and gradually she also felt sorry for them.
I am used to it. Most of these patients are ordinary people, and their wards are not independent wards because they cannot afford the expensive cost of independent wards. Besides, there is no need for that. Only a very small number of people
After being hospitalized, they would choose the VIP ward. Of course, these people are all wealthy people, and their hospitalization is sometimes just a very common minor problem, but there is a large group of people surrounding them.
They were shouting in front of them, and the attending doctors from the relevant departments would also appear in front of them, not one but many.
The little nurse is not surprised by this situation. After all, people have money. Money can solve many things and can also enjoy some treatment that is different from ordinary people. However, this man in the intensive care unit, he
When I showed up at the hospital, I was surrounded by many police officers in uniforms or civilian clothes. Their clothes were all dirty and wet, as if they had just emerged from a quagmire.
When the man appeared, the nurse saw that blood was still oozing from the man's chest. Although it had been temporarily stopped by medical staff, the man's face was as white as a piece of white paper, his eyes were closed tightly, and his breathing was weak.
Extremely scary.
Who is he? Is he a policeman? Or a criminal suspect?
This question appeared in the mind of the little nurse. However, she did not have time to think about these problems at the time. Instead, she helped to rescue the patient. When the man was pushed into the operating room, the little nurse saw outside the operating room except those who looked anxious.
In addition to the police, there was also a woman covered in dirt and unkempt hair, who looked like a madman. The woman's hands, still stained with mud and blood, were clasped together tightly, her face was covered with tears, and her mouth was full of tears.
He kept murmuring, "You must live at all."
It was an intense and long operation, which lasted for more than three hours. In addition to the wound on the chest, the man also had a wound on his left leg, and the wound on his left leg
The wound was caused by a bullet. Although the wound was large and looked scary, it was not a big problem and would not be life-threatening. It was much easier to deal with. The bullet passed through the calf muscle and the bullet passed through.
It's nothing more than cleaning the wound, disinfecting and bandaging. Before the man was sent to the hospital, the medical staff in the ambulance had already done a simple job. After the man was pushed to the operating table, they cleaned it carefully again.
That's all.
Compared with the gunshot wound in the calf, the wound on the man's chest was very small, only a few centimeters wide. However, the wound was very deep. When the surgeon in charge took off the gauze that the medical staff had used to stop the bleeding, blood suddenly poured out.
As she was responsible for assisting the attending doctor at the time, when she saw the wound, she could tell at a glance that it was caused by a scalpel.
In addition to the gunshot wound on the man's leg and the wound on his chest, the little nurse found it strange. What surprised her even more was that when the man's clothes were cut open by scissors, the exposed skin was covered with large and small bruises.
Small, criss-crossing scars. Some of these scars are very shallow and cannot be identified without looking carefully, while others are very deep. Some of these scars are gunshot wounds, some are knife wounds, and some other scars. This makes
The little nurse was particularly surprised. What had this man experienced before and how could he have so many scars on his body.
After more than three hours of emergency rescue, the man's wound had been sutured. The knife on the man's chest was indeed very deep and fatal. However, fortunately, the scalpel did not hit the heart, and it was less than three centimeters away from the heart. If this murder had occurred
If the operator had used more force, the man would probably have died on the spot. Although the operation was successful and the man survived for the time being, the attending doctor did not seem so optimistic because the man did not receive immediate treatment after being injured, resulting in excessive blood loss.
, is now in a deep coma. Although the operation is successful, whether the man can survive and wake up depends on his own will to survive.
After the operation, the man was sent to the intensive care unit and monitored around the clock.
When the door of the operating room was pushed open, the little nurse almost screamed. Many people came outside the operating room, including Tian Yongchun, director of the S City Public Security Bureau, and several leaders of the hospital, and more
Most of them are police.
When they learned from the attending doctor that the man survived, the little nurse understood
Xian saw that they all breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately after the hospital sent the man to the intensive care unit, there were four fully armed police officers guarding the outside of the ward 24 hours a day. No one could enter except for medical staff.
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Through the past few days of understanding, the little nurse knew the man's name and his identity. Xu Lang, male, 32 years old, is a policeman. It is said that he is the leader of a newly established department of the S City Public Security Bureau.
After learning this information, the little nurse was relieved that the police outside the ward were having such a big fight.
After the young nurse sat down, she put a few medical records in her hand on the table, looked at the bed opposite, and frowned beautifully.
Four days ago, on the night of the 19th, a very important incident occurred in the Third People's Hospital, which had always been peaceful. A shooting incident occurred in the VIP ward on the seventh floor of the inpatient department. One person heard that a very important incident occurred.
The rich man had his throat cut, and the murderer was shot to death by the police who arrived. He fell from the window on the seventh floor and fell to the ground on the first floor, where he died on the spot.
That night, on the floor of the inpatient department, there was an incident in which a patient's family members held medical staff hostage with a knife because of their excitement. However, compared with the shooting incident, this was nothing.
"What's going on lately? Why do the police come to the hospital every now and then?" the young nurse muttered, holding her cheek with one hand.
After muttering, the little nurse shook her head and threw away all the messy thoughts in her mind. She was just a little nurse. If a murder occurred, that was what the police should worry about. She just had to do her best.
Just work. Instead of thinking about these useless things, it is better to think about what to eat for lunch. It is already 11:30 at noon. In a while, you can go to the cafeteria to eat. The little nurse is very curious. What will be cooked in the cafeteria today?
What's delicious?
Thinking of the food in the cafeteria, the little nurse was a little discouraged. After all, there were so many people in the hospital, so the food couldn't be too good. She was used to it and didn't have high hopes.
Just when the little nurse was hesitating whether to go out to eat instead of going to the cafeteria for lunch, a woman held a very cute little girl in one hand and held a thermos bucket in the other hand, heading toward the nurse's desk.
Come along.
The little nurse only saw the woman and recognized her. She was the woman who came to the hospital with Xu Lang that day, looking like a madman.
One of the woman's legs was slightly lame. When she walked, she also limped very slowly. The little girl next to her followed the woman very patiently and walked this way. They came again.
Visiting Xu Lang.
Looking at this extremely haggard woman, the little nurse guessed that she might be Xu Lang's wife, and the little girl was their daughter. However, she was not interested in the truth. It was just that the policemen who were responsible for guarding Xu Lang before
When calling this woman, call her Bureau Ning. It seems that she is also a police officer, and she is also the chief.
It was Ning Yanran and Xiao Yueyue who came to visit Xu Lang. When they walked to the nurse's desk, they first smiled politely at the nurse, then said hello to the policeman who was guarding Xu Lang and held their hands.
He handed them the thermos bucket inside and asked them to find a place to eat, while Ning Yanran and Xiao Yueyue walked into the ward.
Ning Yanran and the others came to Xu Lang's hospital bed and looked at Xu Lang who had fallen into a coma. Ning Yanran's already red eyes became moist again. She no longer knew how many times she had cried for this man. Every time
She finally stopped crying, but when she saw Xu Lang lying on the hospital bed again, sleeping like a child, she still couldn't help but shed tears.
She carefully checked the instrument and Xu Lang's two wounds, and found that there was no bleeding. Ning Yanran breathed a sigh of relief. She bent down, took out a plastic plate from under the bed, and went to the bathroom.
Not long after, Ning Yanran came back with a steaming basin.
After coming back, Ning Yanran put a towel into the basin, wetted it and wrung it out, and began to wipe Xu Lang's body meticulously, while Xiao Yueyue stood aside, watching this scene, her eyes were like black grapes
Her eyes looked at Xu Lang without blinking. After Ning Yanran wiped Xu Lang's body, she asked in a sweet voice: "Aunt Ning, when will he wake up?"
Hearing Xiao Yueyue's question, Ning Yanran, who had stopped crying, burst into tears again. She didn't know it, but she still comforted Xiao Yueyue and said: "Your father will wake up soon. After all,
He has such a lovely daughter like you, how could he be willing to leave you alone and just sleep."
Xiao Yueyue obviously didn't believe what Ning Yanran said, but she still nodded obediently, stretched out a hand, took Xu Lang's hand, and said: "Dad, wake up quickly. I'll wait until you wake up."
Now, I want to tell you a little secret."
However, the man on the hospital bed remained motionless, showing no signs of waking up.
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It was a thunderstorm night. A little boy of four or five years old was awakened by the thunder outside the window. He got up from the bed and wanted to go to his mother and let her coax him to sleep. Perhaps, only his mother's arms can help him sleep.
Make this little boy less scared.
When he pushed open the bedroom door, he found that the light in the living room was on and the door was open. He was a little confused and strange. Could it be that his father was back? He was back.
Why don't you lock the door?
The little boy wore slippers and came to the door of the bedroom. Then he smelled a strange smell, fishy, weird, like the smell of blood. This made the little boy even more confused. When he turned his eyes to the living room
When I arrived, I found a large pool of blood on the floor of the living room, and my father hugged my mother and sat slumped in the pool of blood, crying silently. He was not aware of the little boy's arrival at all.
Just when the little boy was about to ask his father what happened to his mother, a group of policemen wearing raincoats and police uniforms rushed in. After seeing the scene in front of him, they came directly to his father, took out the handcuffs, and pulled the same policeman
The man was taken away, along with his mother's body. The little boy and his sister, who was three years older than him, looked at this scene blankly.
Xu Lang was standing next to the little boy, watching this scene. After the man was taken away, Xu Lang turned to look at the little boy, and the little boy seemed to be aware of Xu Lang's gaze and looked this way.
His extremely clear eyes were full of doubts and confusion, as if he was asking Xu Lang why this was happening and what was happening.
The scene changed and the little boy grew up slowly. He was still so smart and his academic performance was extremely good. However, he was very unsociable and did not like to play with his classmates or talk. He was often bullied by his classmates.
No matter how much the children who were much older than him bullied him, the boy always remained silent and allowed them to insult and beat him.
Xu Lang saw a little boy of seven or eight years old, carrying a torn schoolbag, walking silently on the way to school. However, he was stopped and pushed by several boys who were much older than him.
They pushed, pointed at the boy, and said some curse words, but the boy bit his lips and said nothing. Finally, after one of the leading boys took the lead in hitting the boy, other children followed suit.
Then he went up and started beating the boy.
The boy resisted at first and started fighting with them, but not long after, the boy was knocked to the ground. One eye became black, his nose was bleeding, and his lip was broken. However, he still did not beg for mercy.
Instead, he fought back desperately, even though his counterattack was so weak.
Just as the children were getting ready to fight, a girl who looked somewhat similar to the boy came over. Holding a big wooden stick in her hand, she rushed into the crowd and beat the children.
After waving randomly, the boys were quickly beaten a few times, and then they fled in all directions, leaving only the girl who held the boy tightly in her arms.
Xu Lang knew the girl. She was his sister, named Xu Chan. When Xu Lang looked at the boy, the boy had a blue nose and swollen eyes. He looked at Xu Lang with his only eye that could still be opened, and there was something written in his eyes.
Full of anger and sorrow.
The scene in front of him disappeared again, and Xu Lang came to a place that exuded a putrid smell. This place was very cold, and the sound of the refrigerator was extremely loud. A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, accompanied by several policemen, stood in a
In front of the autopsy table, there was the body of a girl, a brutally dismembered body, that was Xu Chan's body.
The boy did not speak, his face was pale, his fists were clenched tightly, his lips were tightly closed, revealing a trace of blood.
When the boy left the morgue, he looked at Xu Lang who was standing in front of the autopsy table. His eyes were cold, full of resentment and determination.
The scene disappeared again, and Xu Lang came to the beach. The sound of waves hitting the rocks and the low-altitude chirping of seagulls could be heard in his ears. In addition, there were deafening gunshots, furious roars, and painful groans.
Xu Lang saw a young Xu Lang hiding behind a rock, shooting with a pistol, and not far away from him there was a man who looked almost exactly like the young Xu Lang.
He was shooting, and beside him, there was a woman.
Xu Lang knew that the man was Xu Wei, his twin brother, and the woman was Shu Yue, his girlfriend.
The woman seemed to have discovered something. She shouted and threw herself in front of Xu Lang who was hiding behind the rocks. A bullet accurately shot into her chest, splashing a ball of blood. The woman died.
After Xu Yu heard Shu Yue's roar, he was distracted and was hit by a bullet.
Finally, the gunshots stopped, and Shu Yue fell softly into Xu Lang's arms, while Xu Wei leaned against a stone and looked at Xu Lang. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Finally, Xu Wei looked at
The sea, while Xu Lang, who was holding Shu Yue, looked at Xu Lang, with grief, anger, despair, and a hint of deep fear in his eyes.
When this picture disappeared, Xu Lang returned to the mountainside of Shanfu Mountain. Li Zhaojing stabbed a scalpel into his chest. Blood slowly flowed out along the wound, followed by Ning Yanran's scream.
There were wailing sounds, and Lai Pi's angry voice, followed by the sound of fighting, but Xu Lang's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and finally, there was nothing in front of him, just darkness, endless darkness.
In the darkness, Xu Lang saw many people, Xu Yuan, Zhang Lan, Xu Chan, Shu Yue, Xu Wei, Zhao Hua, Lu Jianwei, Bu Zimo, Ye Zhenhai, and many, many people Xu Lang had met and knew.
Their faces appeared in front of him one by one, showing different expressions, and they looked at Xu Lang silently. Xu Lang wanted to escape from the gaze of these eyes, but no matter where he fled, these faces were still clear.
, or appeared vaguely in front of his eyes, constantly changing, as if he wanted to say something.