Doctor of Healing

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He took out his phone and started searching.

Usually he doesn't search for similar things, but after Shen Lang's reminder, Ji Xiang immediately started looking.

Sure enough, there was a related video, and it hadn't been blocked yet!

"see that."

"Brother Lang, do you usually like this? This taste is a bit heavy." Ji Xiang asked in a daze.

"Damn! What are you talking about, how could I like this kind of heavy taste." Shen Lang said, "Call me from Congwen, I immediately searched for relevant knowledge points."

Ji Xiang has nothing to say about Shen Lang calling these things knowledge points.

This is probably the case, and Jixiang probably has an idea.

Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou has too many things to deal with, which is completely different from the treatment of patients with trisomy 21.

Perhaps, this is the doctor's style?

Ordinarily, Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou had so many surgeries that he probably didn't have the time or energy to be curious.

And it's clearly not doing any good.

But he did.

eccentric.

Ji Xiang was dazed by the empathy twice before and after, and in the end he didn't think about it at all, and concentrated on chatting with Shen Lang.

Since meeting Shen Lang last time, Ji Xiang has never forgotten him.

Shen Lang is a very interesting person, he has learned all kinds of knowledge, and he can easily learn all kinds of strange things from all over the world.

Especially when it comes to things like strange powers and chaos, Shen Lang talks with great interest.

If he hadn't experienced the last time, Ji Xiang might have believed Shen Lang's nonsense.

The two rushed to the deceased's house, and Professor Zhou was checking the place where the deceased was hanged.

"Brother Lang, why didn't the family call the police?"

"There's no need to call the police. The last person to look at the girl was her mother. It is said that her mother went to buy her favorite food, and when she came back, she found that she was dead."

"The most important thing is that our rule is that if the people don't raise officials, they won't be investigated, and if the family doesn't call the police, no one will care."

"You are here." Professor Zhou beckoned, "Wear shoe covers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang had already taken out the shoe cover, handed one to Ji Xiang, and put it on quickly.

"Congwen, how are you doing?"

"Nothing abnormal." Professor Zhou stared at the locker with his chin resting.

Ji Xiangjin pulled the shoe cover and walked over to take a look. The locker was very small, with a clothes rail on it, made of solid wood, and looked very strong.

Why did he suddenly become Detective Conan?Ji Xiang felt a little weird.

But it is rare to encounter suicide by hanging, and Ji Xiang has no more slander.

"Director, did you find anything?" Ji Xiang asked.

"No, the surveillance showed that the deceased was indeed at home alone, and no one came in." Professor Zhou said in a deep voice.

"It's really haunted!" Shen Lang exclaimed in a low voice.

"To shut up!"

"Congwen, it's true!" Shen Lang retorted, "I don't believe that a person can commit suicide in a good way, and he still commits suicide in such a weird way."

"Then what do you think?"

Shen Lang's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Obviously, he also knew that Professor Zhou would be upset if he said something similar.

"I told the patient's family, don't tell others for the time being." Professor Zhou said.

"Shouldn't it be a secret? Is it useful?"

"Who knows, it's okay to hide it for a day or two." Professor Zhou frowned, still looking at the locker room with his chin resting.

Ji Xiang couldn't figure out what Professor Zhou was thinking about.

In the parlance of detective dramas, this is called murder in a secret room.

Now there are cameras everywhere in the country, and there are very few vicious incidents.

Moreover, the death line of the deceased is relatively clear, and it should be suicide. It seems that Professor Zhou has a big brain.

"Congwen, do you have any communication with the patient... the family of the deceased?" Shen Lang asked.

"It is said that the deceased's emotions are not right these days, and her best friend has been with her all the time."

"Then ask her best friend?"

Zhou Congwen glanced at Shen Lang with the eyes of an idiot.

"You just have persecution paranoia."

"The deceased told her parents that the man who committed suicide for love kept sending her videos after she witnessed the hanging."

"Ok?"

"That's why she's afraid." Professor Zhou briefly described, "And the family members don't want to call the police, they don't think it's necessary."

"Then what do you think?"

"People are dead, and they keep posting videos wherever they go." Professor Zhou said contemptuously, "You think everyone is like you, and you think everything is the same as you think."

"Congwen, I didn't offend you, why are you unhappy." Shen Lang frowned and retorted.

Ji Xiang looked at them with great interest.

Shen Lang didn't seem to have the slightest fear of Professor Zhou, the two of them talked very casually, as if they were old friends for many years.

"You guys go out first, I'll think about it later."

Shen Lang pulled Ji Xiang out.

"Brother Lang." Ji Xiang handed Shen Lang a cigarette, and then asked, "Our doctor is just a doctor and can only be a doctor. Isn't it a bit too much for the director to do this?"

"He has a psychological shadow."

"Oh?"

"When we were young doctors, a patient came to his class. Female, 17 years old, with cardiac tamponade." Shen Lang said, "According to the family, it was when brother-in-law and sister-in-law were cleaning up the fish. My sister-in-law asked for a knife, brother-in-law Throw the knife and stab it straight into the dead man's heart."

"!!!"

"We do chest surgery. There are ribs in front of the heart. The gap between the ribs is not narrow, but if you think about it, can you throw a knife in it? Let alone throw it when you are picking up the fish, and put the knife on the ground. It’s great to get stabbed in and not be blocked by ribs.”

"Yeah, what happened next?" Ji Xiang asked.

"People don't do justice, officials don't prosecute. The patient was rescued and came back, but because of too long brain hypoxia, he became a vegetative state. He lived in the department for half a month, and the ventilator assisted breathing. The family said he gave up."

"On the day of extubation, I saw that Congwen's expression was wrong, and his eyes were red. You said that a strange patient had a relationship with him! It's just a shitty sense of justice."

Shen Lang took a puff of his cigarette and muttered.

It turned out that this is the case, Professor Zhou still has this kind of experience, Ji Xiang suddenly realized.

No wonder the empathy was different this time than the last time.

This is the category of medical ethics and humanities, and generally speaking, few people care about it.

"Brother Lang, what do you think?"

"It must be ghosts!" Shen Lang said, "I won't ponder so much like Congwen."

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang laughed at Shen Lang in a low voice.

Shen Lang didn't care, he smoked silently, and suddenly said, "I think, whoever calls is a ghost."

"Oh?"

"Congwen asked the patient's family not to tell the news of the death. The person who first called the deceased must have ghosts."

This is a reasonable judgment.

"Brother Lang, didn't you say that if the people don't raise their officials, they won't be held accountable?"

"The hospital is qualified to sue, but it is a hospital after all, so the leaders thought there was no need. Back then we were all young doctors, and no one understood." Shen Lang explained while smoking, "In short, one thing more is worse than one thing less .”

"What the hell is going on with the video?"

"What explanation do you want to hear?" Shen Lang asked.

"Your explanation."

"If you want me to say, the deceased's mind is hard to calm down. After becoming a ghost, he finds the woman he loved in life, and then makes her commit suicide in a strange way. This is the most basic routine. It seems that some Hong Kong-style horror movies are often shot like this."

"Brother Lang, be serious, speak your mind, and don't lie to me all the time," Ji Xiang said.

"It's very serious, okay? Since you don't believe me, let me explain it to you."

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

Shen Lang was smoking a cigarette, and the expression on his face became serious.

"One day, I rejected a man who pursued me, he asked me how could we be together, I said next life.

As a result, I received his video invitation in the evening.I definitely wouldn't answer the video, but he immediately sent a message saying he was going to commit suicide.

I picked up the video in a panic, only to see a rope placed behind the man, ready to commit suicide.At this time, I was a little flustered. I have never seen a similar situation in my life, and it is normal to be a little flustered.

The man said a few words to me. He said that we can't be together in this life. He hoped that I would keep my promise and I would go to him immediately after he died.

But I never said that, and he twisted my words.

Just when I was about to explain, he hanged himself in front of my face.

At that time, I was terrified. I didn't even do anything with chickens since I was a child, let alone watched a person die alive in front of me.

Especially when I saw his face gradually turning purple, his tongue sticking out, looking like a hanged ghost, I was even more frightened.

Turning off the video in a panic, I curled up under the blanket.

But it's not safe in the quilt. I always feel the tongue of the hanged man behind me dangling. "

"..." Ji Xiang was taken aback by Shen Lang's long words.

Especially when Shen Lang told stories with a gloomy tone, Ji Xiang vaguely felt someone blowing air-conditioning behind him.

Even Jixiang felt that the hanged ghost was behind him, and his tongue drooped down, touching his neck from time to time.

"And that night, I received another message on my mobile phone, and the person who sent the video invitation turned out to be a dead man!

Of course I don't dare to pick it up, whoever dares to pick it up is the grandson!

He died right in front of me, and now it must be a ghost claiming his life!

I was very scared, so I called my mother in my hometown, but when I talked about the details, I felt very scared. I finished talking to my mother upside down and asked her to come and accompany me.

But I was still scared, just in time for a best friend to come looking for me, so I asked her if she could come and accompany me.

Luckily she came..."

When Shen Lang talked about this, he paused.

"That's all I know, Xiaoji, what's the problem?" Shen Lang asked.

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's all logical. If there is one, is it because the deceased didn't see clearly the picture of a man hanging himself?"

"I think it's either a supernatural phenomenon, but Cong Wenyang is very energetic, so he's not afraid of it; or, it's just a clumsy prank, or even an intentional homicide."

"Huh?" Ji Xiang calculated carefully, but he still couldn't figure out what the problem was.

The phone rang, and Professor Zhou's voice came.

"Hello, you are Jiaojiao's friend, she is sick and in the hospital."

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm Jiaojiao's cousin. I just arrived today."

"The doctor said it was insomnia and arrhythmia, and it will be cured soon with some medicine."

"That's fine, I'm hanging up."

Shen Lang suddenly stood up and walked in quickly.