Everyone was surprised and delighted, and they all surrounded Song Zhiying to ask her about her condition.

Song Zhiying reached out and grasped the red rope around her wrist, feeling relieved for having survived and grateful to Shi Ling. "I'm really fine."

But her doctor colleagues were not very reassured, and some even from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department took her pulse on the spot.

"The pulse is fine, but after falling from such a height, we should go to the emergency room for an X-ray."

"That's right. I'm worried about internal bleeding. It's better to go and have a look."

Song Zhiying was surrounded by people and taken to the emergency room. A nurse even brought a stretcher and insisted that she lie down there, fearing that moving her randomly would aggravate the internal bleeding.

Song Zhiying was a little helpless, but in the end she was pressed down by everyone and lay on a stretcher.

When she passed by Shi Ling, her eyes lit up slightly and she was about to sit up to thank her, but as soon as she raised her head, she was pushed back by the colleague next to her.

Shi Ling nodded to her, showing that he understood her kindness.

The sirens followed.

Pang Ming was taken away, and the firefighters who were at the scene were also taken away as witnesses to record their statements.

Because Pang Ming's situation was special and he was a terminal cancer patient, out of humanitarianism, the police did not take him away immediately, but gave him a painkiller injection first.

After Pang Ming's pain was temporarily relieved, he saw the police and saw madness in his cloudy eyes. "I killed someone. Give me euthanasia! Shoot me!"

He had originally wanted to jump from the building, but he was afraid of heights and pain. He didn't want to be tortured to death by the pain of cancer, nor did he want to die without a complete body, fearing that his body would be incomplete in the afterlife. If he had a knife, he would have stabbed himself to death. However, the hospital's strict control meant he couldn't even get hold of any sharp objects. So, as he struggled on the rooftop, he considered the idea of killing someone to pay for their life.

He knew that this was very unfair to Dr. Song, but he couldn't care less at the time. After all, she was the closest to him, and she had said she would help him with euthanasia.

Pang Ming has been tortured by illness and has lost his mind. When he is about to die, he doesn't care about morality anymore. He doesn't want to wait for his grandson anymore and just wants to die quickly.

On the way here, Zhong Xian was very angry when she learned that another patient had murdered the doctor. But when she saw the thin and haggard face and the struggling appearance tortured by illness, she suddenly felt complicated.

Even hateful people have their pitiful aspects.

Don't say you shouldn't teach others to be kind unless you've experienced their suffering. Your suffering is no excuse for you to kill innocent people, nor is it an excuse for being ungrateful.

Zhong Xian looked at Pang Ming with a slightly cold gaze, "Pang Ming, don't worry, you won't be sentenced to death."

Pang Ming was slightly stunned, "Why? I killed someone..."

Zhong Xian smiled. "Doctor Song, you're blessed with good fortune. I just checked and there's nothing wrong. But you do have a motive to kill. At most, you'll be charged with attempted murder, and you'll get a prison sentence. You won't get the death penalty."

Pang Ming started coughing violently again, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. His voice was hoarse and full of disbelief, "How is it possible... falling from more than 20 floors, how is it possible to still be alive..."

Zhong Xian and her fellow seniors were also shocked when they rushed over, but after learning that Shi Ling was at the scene, they understood.

She didn't explain much to Pang Ming, but just said, "You shouldn't hurt Dr. Song who has always cared about you."

"But she couldn't save me! I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in the hospital, but they didn't cure my illness. Now I'm left with nothing." Pang Ming's voice was intermittent, mixed with labored coughs.

Zhong Xian simply continued to state the facts: "Have you ever considered that even if you are sentenced to death for intentional homicide, it will still leave a criminal record, and your sons and grandsons will never be able to take the civil service exam in the future?"

Pang Ming had received a painkiller injection and was somewhat more conscious. Hearing this was like a bolt from the blue. He coughed violently and screamed, "How could this happen..."

He just wanted to die quickly, but he didn't want to affect the future of his son and grandson.