Great Detective, Your Wife is Jealous Again!

The small garden of the hospital is adjacent to the inpatient department. Green trees are lined with birds and flowers are scented. People in medical suits in twos and threes are being supported by relatives or nurses, walking in the sun, in stark contrast to the chaos in the emergency room of the hospital.

In the corner of the small garden, the small room with clutter was obviously no one paid attention.

At the door of the narrow room, the old man carried a pair of scissors for building flowers and plants with one hand, his back facing the sun, just blocking the entrance and exit.

"What are you looking for here? This is a place to put rubbish. There is nothing of value." The old man's muddy eyes slowly lifted up, and looked at the two women in front of him blankly.

Although he had met the old man several times, he didn't seem to know them at all. Listening to his tone, he actually regarded them as little thieves who came to steal.

"Garbage, I see these things, it shouldn't be garbage." Chu Shian straightened her back slightly, she gently patted An Shijin, who was clutching her sleeve, and motioned for her to let go.

An Shijin looked up at her, bit her lip, the panic and worry in her eyes slowly faded.

It's a hospital after all, and there are people outside. Even if this weird old man wants to do it, someone will know if he shouts out.

An Shijin took a deep breath and calmly let go of Chu Shian.

Chu Shian's walking posture was still a bit stiff and slow because the waist injury hadn't healed, she walked slowly to the small desk in the corner of the room.

Feel free to pick up the neatly arranged book, turn it around, and see the obscure and incomprehensible medical professional language, and there are neat and clear red letters on the side.

‘"Old man, these are not rubbish." Chu Shian's eyes constricted, and he shook the book gently at the silent old man standing at the door, bowing his head.

"It's all books discarded by doctors in the hospital. It's not rubbish." The old man coughed lightly and finally let the door open. He walked to the side of the open toolbox and gently put the scissors in his hand in it.

"The old man has studied medicine before, you should know what adrenaline is." Chu Shian nodded thoughtfully, put the book on his hand back to its original position, and walked slowly until there was nothing tied up. The side of the trolley for weaving cloth strips.

"Joke, even if you don't study medicine and stay in the hospital for so long, you still know what it is." The old man's tone was not good. Although his expression was dull, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"I heard that there is an ethnic minority in the north, and every door of every house is hung with white, blue, and red cloth strips made of cloth ropes, and then soaked for days and nights with medicinal herbs from that place, and hung at the door. Carrying around can drive away evil spirits and bring good luck. Is the old man from that place?" Chu Shian gently touched the beautifully woven cloth rope on the small trailer. Although it still looks bright, it can still be seen. Out, this rope is badly worn, it should have been tied here for a long time.

"What do you want to ask? If there is nothing wrong, please go out. I have to clean up. No one else can come in here." The old man didn't say if it was right. He just frowned and looked at Chu Shian holding the one unhappily. The cloth rope started to rush people.

An Shijin stood quietly and listened for a while, without interjecting, Chu Shian's unconstrained questioning made her a little puzzled.

But she was still serious and quietly waiting for Chu Shian to unravel the mystery.

"When I was looking through the hospital staff's information a few days ago, I happened to see the old man's information. For the old man, you only filled in the information for the last three years. I am an old and lonely out-of-towner. I didn't care about it at the time, but I saw it today. I found that the old man's handwriting filled in the information is the same as the handwriting on the medical information." Chu Shian lightly raised his lips and smiled, confident and serious.

"The old man hides it deeply, I guess you weren't a wandering outsider before, but a doctor with a lot of experience and good medical skills, right."

"The doctor, that is, a barefoot doctor in the country, he cured people and was fired. He is notorious, and he ran here to be a sweeping messenger." The old man didn't defend himself. He confessed with full mouth.

His expression was still indifferent and indifferent, he quietly looked at the hand-woven cloth rope tied to the small trailer, a little crazy.

"I was in the elevator that day and saw the cloth strip tied to the cart. I didn't care. I just glanced at the victim's photo yesterday when I accidentally caught a glimpse of someone who was sent to the hospital for help. A wandering woman, a victim, the cloth strips tied to her hands are exactly the same as those on your cart, but a little smaller than yours. I boldly guess that the old man and her are from the same place. "

Chu Shian tilted her head and looked at the cart. She did not stop the bright and worn cloth rope, and continued to speak.

"The murderer likes to chat with each victim, tell them about their illness, talk to them about family and friends. Talk about pain, talk about dreams, because he needs to know all their pain from the victims, and he wants these victims Implying that they can't live anymore in pain, they want to be liberated. In this way, the murderer will stand upright and stand in the position of a **** and declare to liberate them, which is also to wipe out their lives."

"Lima doesn't speak Mandarin, she can only speak a little bit. There are so many people who can talk to her. In this hospital, I am probably the one. What an obvious answer." The old man suddenly smiled slightly. The corners of his lips rose stiffly, and he showed a complicated expression.

Can't tell if it's laughing or crying.

The old man's words undoubtedly admitted that he was a murderer.

How incredible and simple, the clever and unknowingly killing methods were not done by the doctors in the hospital, but by this old man who had never noticed.

An Shijin took a deep breath. She tilted her head to look at Chu Shian, reached out and grabbed her hand, and nodded gently.

Now that the murderer has admitted, it's time to call the police.

Let the police handle it, this elderly murderer.

After walking two steps in An Shijin's footsteps, Chu Shian stopped. She turned around and looked at the old man with his back and head down, and asked softly.

"Tell me, your determination and original intention to do this are justified in everything."

"The reason, the reason is that they are too painful. They are so painful that they don’t even have the strength to end their lives. They are all the same. They don’t care for their loved ones. They are so painful. They lie in bed every day, watching the pain devour themselves bit by bit. You think I’m killing them, no, I’m saving them, I’m saving them, they just want to die, but no one can help them, these doctors and expensive drugs are just continuing their pain."

The old man turned around, his muddy eyes became clear instantly, and he waved his hand a little excitedly, full of excitement, like a radical believer.

"No one has the right to end a person's life, especially doctors. The doctor's accusation is to save people. The doctor should be the guardian and the rescuer rather than the perpetrator. You are simply a fallacy." An Shijin frowned. Looking at the old man, he couldn't help but refute coldly.

"Save and guard. But when your patient begs you, she kneels on the ground and begs you, begging to end her pain, begging you to help her end her endless pain. You know the drugs, although It can prolong her life, but it will make her extremely painful. In the end, it will only live two more days and two more painful days. What should you do, doctor, tell me what you should do."

The old man blushed, and he angrily pointed at An Shijin.

"You tell me what to do."

An Shijin opened her lips lightly, but didn't say anything. She found that she didn't seem to have a solution to this problem.

As a doctor, he should treat patients and relieve their pain.

But if death is compared with sickness, it is relief.

If those with aggressive drugs can prolong life, but with thousands of times more pain.

An Shijin is a forensic doctor. Compared with the doctor who treats patients and saves people, she is only in contact with some dead bodies. She can't see the pain of the corpses, the helplessness of the corpses, and the corpses lying on the dissection table will not Shouting pain. She didn't know how to answer the old man's question.

An Shijin was a little shaken, she looked at Chu Shian for help.

She hoped that Chu Shian could say a rebuttal that was irrefutable.

But Chu Shian lowered her head slightly and remained silent, her eyes were clear and confused, and she seemed to be in a daze.

At this moment in a daze.

"You don't know if the answer is right." The old man sneered, and slowly walked to the trolley, quietly looking at the bright rope.

The dry and old hand gently stroked the knot, softly missing it.

"Do you know who the patient I died in my hometown doctor was."

The old man asked.

No one answered him, he curled his lips, choked up.

"My wife, I personally unplugged her oxygen tube at night."

The police arrived very quickly, and they quickly arrested this old cleaning man who had been lonely and lonely in the hospital.

The old man didn't have the slightest excuse, he confessed his crime without hesitation.

No one in the hospital spared time to pay attention to why the old man was taken away by the police. They are still busy, and they are busy saving the painful patients.

In the passing crowd, the old man crouched, with cold handcuffs locked on his wrists, and when he walked out of the hospital door, he suddenly looked back.

His cloudy eyes were shining, he looked at Chu Shian lightly, and said softly: "If it were you, what would you do?"

Without waiting for Chu Shian's answer, he was dragged into the car by the arresting police accompanying him.

He just got in the car, still staring at Chu Shian who was standing at the door with cold and sharp eyes.

If it were you, what would you do.

If your loved one is in distress, you know that she can't live, and the hospital's treatment is just to make her live in pain for two more days, what will you do when she begs you to end her suffering.

What would you do.

An Shijin took Chu Shian's hand and called her several times, but Chu Shian didn't seem to hear her, she slowly turned her head and looked at the hospital lobby.

The blood-stained patients lying on the stretcher were taken to the operating room one by one by the howling rollers, and those painful roars came into her mind one by one.

Suddenly, a soft and painful voice came from my ear.

"Ann, help me."

The voice was soft and moving, but it contained extreme pain and tolerance.

The dark corner hidden in my mind was slowly uncovered.

As if going back in time, Chu Shian was standing in the ward dizzy, with a thick white bandage wrapped around her neck. The crimson blood infiltrated the bandage and spread little by little.

On the hospital bed lay a scary and thin girl.

Although she was pale and thin and inhuman, Chu Shian recognized her as Chu Lian.

Chu Lian opened her eyes slowly, her eyes filled with pain and despair, she looked at Chu Shian as if looking at a life-saving straw.

Her face was pale like a cold corpse, and a layer of white mist was gently sprayed on the oxygen mask on her mouth.

Chu Lian moved her lips, and she said a word.

Chu Shian nodded gently, and she walked forward step by step, the blood on her neck spilled out of the bandage with her movements, but she didn't seem to feel the least.

Like a numb puppet.

Chu Shian knelt and sat on the side of the bed, her eyes pale, and she stared at Chu Lian deeply.

Slowly stretched out his hand.

"I'll help you, little pity."

Chu Shian heard these words from his own mouth.

Then she slowly, slowly, pulled out Chu Lian's oxygen tube little by little.

"I will help you."