It seems that as long as the medicine is stopped, the fetus' soul can be reunited.
"Lin Sha, don't be afraid if I say it?"
"What?"
"That brat appears again!"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Sha straightened her back in excitement but did not dare to move again.
"Male or female?"
"Why do you care about gender?"
"Baby!" Lin Sha looked at her legs, "Whether you are a boy or a girl, your mother loves you!"
"He's on the other leg!" I held my forehead.
"I'm sorry baby, mommy loves you!"
Lin Sha's eyes were filled with maternal love.
To be honest, I'm a little envious.
My biological mother was not willing to acknowledge me when she was pregnant with me for ten months, but Lin Sha was full of motherly love for a fetus that was not yet fully formed, and was not even afraid of this infant spirit that had not yet been reincarnated as an adult.
Why is the gap between mom and dad so big?
"Lin Sha, for the sake of this child, you must protect yourself!"
"Yes!" Lin Sha nodded solemnly.
"And you!" I squatted down and looked at Yingling across the stool. "You have to protect your mother! Although you have the right to choose your mother, you can never go wrong with this one."
Ying Ling blinked his eyes as if he didn't understand, and then nodded vigorously.
Because the funeral home was busy, Lin Sha and I said goodbye.
When I arrived at the morgue, Director He helped me carry the charred corpse to the table.
From the outside, it was obvious that the body had been destroyed by fire.
Body contracture and facial features deformed.
"They should have been burned to death, right?" Director He asked.
"You'll have to do an autopsy to find out!" At this point, I picked up the scalpel.
But as soon as the trachea was cut, my eyes suddenly tightened.
"how so?"
"What's wrong?" Director He said hurriedly, covering his nose, "There are no traces of smoke in the deceased's trachea!"
With that said, I cut open the chest.
"The lungs haven't turned black either!"
"Which means he most likely wasn't burned to death?"
"Yeah!" I nodded heavily, "Maybe he had no vital signs before being burned, or maybe he was burned alive by the fire during the brief period of suffocation!"
"How miserable!" Director He sighed, "I almost threw him into the incinerator and burned him again!"
"That's not possible!" Ning Yi suddenly appeared, "If we let them go through the death process again, fear may make them lose their souls!"
"Then what should I do?" I cried sadly, "You can't let me get burned once, right?"
"That's not okay!" Ning Ting touched my head, "You can't burn out my An An's little face!"
"Hey, when did you get so fed up?" Director He curled his lips, "Have you ever considered the feelings of an old bachelor like me?"
I blushed a little and hurriedly avoided Ning Ding's hand.
"Xianjia, I'm dissecting a corpse!"
"I knew you would call me, so I came in advance."
Ning Yi's voice was soft and gentle, which made my heart itch.
"Then don't talk, lest I be distracted!"
Pick up the scalpel again and cut away the skin bit by bit.
When I opened my heart, I let out a low cry.
"He had a heart stent before he died!"
"Is it the legendary heart bridge?" Director He asked.
"No!" I shook my head, "Heart bypass is coronary artery bypass surgery, stent refers to coronary stent implantation, and the deceased's is a bare metal stent (BMC). I don't know if this kind of stent will have exclusive number, if there is a patient who has the bracket installed, just find the number!"
Speaking of this, I suddenly became excited.
"Is there a number?" Ning Zhen tilted his head.
"No!" I suddenly dropped my shoulders like a deflated rubber ball, "It seems like I'm looking for a needle in a haystack this time!"
…
I hurried to the hospital and found Lan Qingqing on the top floor of the hospital.
Seeing my frustrated face, she smiled.
"What are you pretending to be this time? A terminally ill patient, a pregnant woman, or a woman giving birth?"
"Qingqing!" I took out a transparent plastic box.
“Isn’t this a bare metal bracket?”
"Yes!" I nodded, "It was found in the body of a deceased person. He was burned to a disgraceful state, and his identity could not be found. This is the only clue!"
"Generally, surgical tools produced by medical companies are sent directly to the hospital!"
"I know, that's like finding a needle in a haystack, right?"
"Silly!" Lan Qingqing knocked on my head, "There are not many doctors who are qualified to perform heart surgery!"
Lan Qingqing's words suddenly enlightened me.
"So starting from the doctor, maybe we can find out the true identity of the deceased? By the way, there will be records left in the hospital after heart surgery, right?"
"Of course! If you do it in a small hospital or a small clinic, people will die! In this way, I will copy the information of heart surgery patients in various hospitals and give it to you. How to check it is up to you!"
"Okay! By the way, I only need the information of the male patient! Judging from the pelvis, he is a male. Judging from the bone age, he is between thirty and forty years old. Judging from the degree of muscle contracture, his height during his lifetime should be between 1.7 and 1.7 meters. Between 1.75 meters!"
"An An, you are so awesome!"
"How can you be awesome! There are spies in every major hospital!"
"Okay! Okay! Let's split up!"
…
Lan Qingqing was very efficient and sent me the information quickly.
There were four patients who agreed to the conditions. The first three were called according to the numbers on the file. On the basis of the hospital's return visit, their current status was easily obtained.
Two are still alive and one died of kidney failure.
The last man named He Chang could not get through the phone.
So, could the scorched corpse be He Chang?
I dialed He Chang's number for a while, and by the evening of the next day, it miraculously displayed regular beeps.
After a while, a hoarse male voice came from inside.
"Hey, who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for He Chang!"
"I am!"
He Chang is still alive?
Not the one in the morgue!
"Oh, I am..."
"He Chang, what are you writing on? I have to pour the wine and wait for you!"
Before I could say it was a return visit from the hospital, there was a rude yell on the phone.
Then, the call was interrupted.
wrong!
its not right!
Before coming here, I deliberately gained some professional knowledge on heart surgery and the like!
After having a heart stent, you need to take life-long medication to prevent re-blocking, and you are prohibited from smoking and drinking!
Thinking of this, I called again.
"Is this He Chang?"
"Why is it you again?" He Chang asked impatiently.
"I am a nurse from the cardiology department of the Second People's Hospital, and I am here to pay you a return visit. Have you been taking amoxicillin?"
"Oh oh oh, I...I eat every day! According to the doctor's orders, I didn't have a bowel movement!"
"Then if you feel any discomfort, please feel free to go to the hospital for examination!"
"Okay! Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, my heart became heavier and heavier.
The other party is not He Chang!
After a cardiac stent, you need to take life-long medication to prevent blockage. You should take anti-platelet aggregation drugs, such as clopidogrel and aspirin, as well as metoprolol succinate sustained-release tablets or bisoprolol fumarate, etc.! But I deliberately said it was amoxicillin, which was not the drug he should take at all! However, the other party admitted it vaguely!
A patient suffering from a serious heart disease and brought back from the brink of death will never joke with his own body and life.
So I am sure that the He Chang on the phone is not the real He Chang!
…
(End of chapter)
