The work at the police station hardly brings much difficulty to Bai Song, except for some truly difficult cases, but such cases are rare in the whole of Shangjing.
In the past 2016, all the murder cases in Shangjing City were solved, and Bai Song was almost never involved. Even in the "9.8" murder case last year that caused five deaths and two injuries, the suspect was caught after only two days of running away. (You can search Baidu for details)
After sleeping for four hours at night, Bai Song still had enough energy the next day and got up on time at seven o'clock in the morning.
He can rest for half a day today and continue to rest tomorrow.
The police station was really busy. It worked 24 hours yesterday. According to the normal 8-hour work system, they should have worked one day and rested two days, but they had to continue working today and had no time to rest.
After getting up early, he washed up first, then went to the front desk to learn that there were two or three disputes in the second half of the night and they had all been resolved, and then he went to eat with peace of mind. There was no time for running and exercise today.
After visiting several places, Bai Song did not see anyone from Group 4 except for Master Weng who was on duty at the front desk. Weng Xianping was a Buddhist who basically did not get involved in any cases. He was just a community policeman, so Bai Song did not ask him anything. There was no point in asking him.
After arriving at the cafeteria, there was still no one from Group 4, and Bai Song was a little puzzled.
"Good morning, Chief Bai," several people in the cafeteria greeted Bai Song. Political Commissar Yan was there too, so he asked casually, "Where are the people in your group? No one is having breakfast."
"I asked the old man, and he said that there were more than 130 police reports yesterday, and he was still busy until three or four in the morning. He probably took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep," Bai Song explained.
"So many?" Political Commissar Yan was also surprised: "Yesterday was the first day after the Spring Festival..."
Political Commissar Yan thought for a moment and said, "By the way, what happened to the suicide case last night? The group Hua was in said that the person could not be saved."
"When we got there, she was already standing on the edge of the fifth floor roof. She said a few words to her father and then jumped. She deliberately avoided the inflatable cushion and landed headfirst on the ground. She died immediately," Bai Song said. "But the child's mother went to the hospital to cause trouble and was brought back by us."
"There's trouble in the hospital? Which hospital? What's going on?" Political Commissar Yan had not received the news yet.
"Xiehe, take the knife and cut your neck." Bai Song took a big bite of the steamed bun.
"Where did she go to cause trouble?" Political Commissar Yan was puzzled. "What did she want? Did she want the hospital to pay her? How did she resolve the issue in the end?"
"It's nothing serious. I went to knock the knife away." Bai Song said, "She just suffered a shock and her mental state is not normal."
"Thank you for your hard work," Political Commissar Yan nodded, "But this woman should still be punished. After all, she caused trouble in the hospital."
"Well," Bai Song didn't say anything else. He chatted about other things for a while and quickly finished his meal. "We still need to do a psychiatric evaluation on her later."
"That's for sure," Political Commissar Yan smiled, "For people like this, we need to extend the period of criminal detention to let her calm down."
"I'll go first," Bai Song said.
"Yeah." Political Commissar Yan did not stop Bai Song.
After Bai Song left, someone asked Political Commissar Yan, "Political Commissar, they all said that Inspector Bai was sent down from the ministry. I didn't have much contact with him before. He was always with his junior fellow students. Now that those students are gone, it feels like this leader is more active on duty than before."
"He is indeed from the ministry. This is basically public knowledge. Many people already knew about the murder last year," said Political Commissar Yan. "Can you believe it? He is 27 years old this year. He has basically no background. He worked his way up from the police station to where he is today."
Bai Song forged his identity mainly to avoid being misunderstood when facing ordinary people. In fact, everyone in the police station knew about it, so Political Commissar Yan could chat with him casually.
"Ah?" Several policemen were a little incredulous: "Who would believe this without a background?"
"I didn't believe it at first," said Political Commissar Yan, "but people are indeed different. You should learn from them."
"Political Commissar," a young policeman came over and said, "What about the last time I applied to go to the police station..."
"I mean to learn from others' work attitude!" Political Commissar Yan's face turned serious. "Besides, you should go to Kong Shuosu for this kind of thing."
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Bai Song came out and went straight into the case handling area. Xue Tieming and auxiliary police officer An Siming were in the case handling area. The arrested woman was still sleeping.
"Why is she sleeping?" Bai Song asked.
"She's been going crazy here all night, but now she's exhausted, more like she's passed out," Xue Tieming said, "She's much better off like this than awake. But when she wakes up at noon, I guess we can interrogate her."
"Didn't she take any medicine?" Bai Song was a little puzzled. In this situation, wouldn't it be enough to just give her an injection of sedative?
"She's not suffering from a disease. She was too excited last night. There's no need to worry." Xue Tieming said, "We also asked the doctor about this yesterday."
"Oh oh oh," Bai Song thought for a moment, "Where are Lao Du and the others? Are they all sleeping upstairs?"
"They all went to the hospital. The doctors get off work at 8 o'clock. It only takes 20 minutes for each person to take a statement on the spot," said Lao Xue. "It's faster this way. These doctors are all emergency doctors and their work is very hard."
"I see." Bai Song looked at the time. It was almost eight o'clock. "I'll go check it out."
It was very close here, so Bai Song walked out of the case handling area directly and rode a shared bicycle to the hospital.
It's rush hour, and driving is really slow.
It was already past eight o'clock when they arrived at the hospital. Bai Song, wearing his uniform, went straight in through the door next to him. He was not very familiar with the terrain here, but since he was in uniform, no one stopped him, and of course, no one looked at him.
At this moment, an ambulance with a Jibei province license plate flashed in from a corner, turned the wheel once or twice, and drove directly into the hospital. It seemed that there was no braking process at all, but it stopped for unknown reasons.
The driver jumped out and the back door opened. Three people in the car carried a stretcher and ran down. On the stretcher was a person, covered with a white cloth, but with his head exposed. From Bai Song's angle, it could be seen that the person had a serious head injury, and no one knew how it was caused. Not only the head, but also the body must be covered with blood, and the white cloth covering the body was stained red in several places.
Bai Song even thought it was a corpse.
The driver must have been there before, and he took the patient directly to the emergency room. Bai Song followed him unconsciously.
When he arrived here, Bai Song found that this place was like a field hospital. He didn't know how many patients were transferred here, and every patient was lying on the bed, and each of them was about to die.
Walking further ahead, all kinds of surveillance alarms were beeping around the emergency room, and patients were lying all over the ground outside the door.
Yes, there were no beds or chairs, they just lay on the ground. Everyone was in a very bad condition. These people were still in good spirits, but their homes were out of town and they had no place to stay, let alone the ability to go out. They didn't even have anyone to take care of them, so they just lay there.
Bai Song watched two doctors jump out of the house, jump over two or three people at the door, run over here, and shout loudly about what happened to the patient.
It's very noisy here, it really feels like a field hospital. Everyone, including the doctors, is in a very anxious state.
"Car accident! Intracranial decompression! The patient has been using an instrument to support the patient!" This is the doctor in the ambulance. He is holding a "transfer notice" in his hand. On the transfer notice are several big red words: "The situation is very serious. It is recommended to transfer to a higher-level hospital!"
"Over here! Help!" the doctor shouted and walked in one direction, then brought the person into the house.
Bai Song was stunned. He didn't ask too many questions, and didn't refuse at all. He just tried to save the patient first. In fact, Union Hospital was not the only good hospital. Xuanwu Hospital was still very good in terms of neurology. But these doctors didn't refuse at all. They took care of the patient first, and they acted very quickly.
This suddenly reminded Bai Song of a sentence, "Union Hospital, there is no transfer notice to the outside world!"
There is no higher-level hospital to transfer to in this hospital!
As this person was pushed in, Bai Song saw an envious look on the face of a person on the ground.
Bai Song was very accurate in reading people's expressions, but at this moment he didn't understand why he was envious. The person who was just lying on the bedside and was pushed in had clearly escaped death, so why would he be envious?
He slowly squatted down and asked the man who looked to be in his 20s, "Why do you envy him?"
The man on the ground put a torn quilt on the ground and covered himself with another one, forcing himself into a corner. He might want to disturb others as little as possible. Hearing Bai Song say this, he looked at Bai Song with some doubts in his lifeless eyes, and then saw Bai Song's police uniform, and then he stood up with force: "Comrade police officer."
What surprised Bai Song was that this was actually relatively accurate Mandarin.
"Well, nothing. I just saw that you looked envious, so I was a little curious." Bai Song said truthfully: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."
"Ah," the man was a little embarrassed, bit his lip, and then tried his best to get up. At this time, Bai Song discovered that there was a soft needle inserted in his arm. This kind of needle had a long-term needle that did not need to be removed and could deliver any drug into the blood vessel at any time.
"No need to get up," Bai Song helped the man lie down slowly.
“Ah…” The man was a little embarrassed: “Comrade police officer, I don’t mean anything else. I just think that he will soon get the result. Either he is alive or dead… both are good… but it would be bad if he becomes a vegetable.”
"So, you still don't know what your illness is?" Bai Song understood what the man meant.
"ho..." The man made a slight sound and gave Bai Song a look to step back. Bai Song then took a step back. Then the man slowly reached out his hand and pulled the quilt, revealing one of his legs.
This is a leg with purple and black colors. The ankle is already rotten, and one can even see some rotten granulations inside. The calf is swollen like a durian, with durian-like bumps all over it.
Seeing this scene, Bai Song's pupils shrank a little: "What happened?"
"I don't know," the man gently tried to cover himself with the quilt, but it was easy to pull the quilt open but not convenient to cover it, so Bai Song just reached out and covered it.
"Aren't you afraid? I mean, of being infected?" The man was a little embarrassed.
"If it's an infectious disease, the doctor won't let you stay here." Bai Song has some medical knowledge after all these years: "Is this a fungal infection?"
"Yes, but the doctor doesn't know what kind of fungus it is," the man said. "My family spent a lot of money. After getting here, we basically have no money left..."
"We can't even determine what this is?" Bai Song's heart still skipped a beat, because the scene just now was really too shocking. He had seen many legs like this, but never on a living person.
"The doctors here are very good..." The man did not force anything: "Actually, I am now...ah...I don't know if I should tell you this, I am very, very conflicted. I don't want to be treated anymore, but the doctors are trying very hard, and my family members are working to earn money for me. My mother is 65 this year and is now here..."
Bai Song finally understood why so many people here had no one to take care of them. Maybe some of them really had no family, but for most people, caregivers were also laborers, and laborers had to go out to make money.
"I don't want to tell you that there will definitely be a good outcome," Bai Song said, "I haven't experienced the pain you've experienced, but I have experienced life and death many times. I've also experienced brain surgery like the one that happened just now. In fact, life is pretty simple, isn't it?"
"Hahaha," the man actually laughed. "I was just afraid that you would lecture me on a lot of reasons. Thank you, police comrade. I will persevere. I will trust the doctors and the police. In fact, there is one thing I haven't said. I was very tired, hard, and depressed for many years before last. It was only after I became seriously ill that I discovered that this world is a beautiful place."
"Okay," Bai Song smiled slightly, stood up and walked out directly. He didn't intend to tell the man that he had secretly stuffed a few hundred yuan into the man's quilt when he covered him with it.
Oh no, I was a goody-goody again.
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Walking forward from here, Bai Song got lost. After going around in circles a few times, he ended up near the morgue.
There are still a lot of people here.
Union Hospital is not a god. There are too many difficult and serious diseases here, and too many people have died.
Of course, the mortality rate has never been a criterion for measuring the quality of a hospital. The mortality rate of a small clinic at the doorstep may be 0, because only patients with colds or fevers will come here.
"Excuse me, how do I get to the emergency department at night?" Bai Song asked a passing nurse.
The nurse thought who was so crazy and ran to the morgue to ask for directions. Seeing that it was a policeman, he didn't complain, just pointed the way and left.
After asking another person on Baisong Road, I finally found the emergency department. I saw Lao Du and others taking notes by hand and knew that I couldn't help them. "I'll drive when we get back. You guys don't drive."
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