Criminal Psychology

In the face of illness, any retention is like a mantis arm.

Lin Chen was no longer struggling. His breathing gradually stabilized, and soft-packed saline was injected into Lin Chen's body. He seemed to have passed the most severe shock period, but Xunlian knew that the matter was far from over.

He brushed Lin Chen's forehead with wet hair, and Lin Chen didn't even have the strength to react.

Duanyang patted his shoulder, calmly, "Captain, please come out."

It was not even clear whether the punishment was a ritual or a matter for each patient's family. They could say it in the ward, and Lin Chen's state would not hear it. But he had to be called out by the doctor, through a thin door panel, to make some decisions to determine the patient's life and death.

He and Duanyang walked out of the door numbly, and every step was like stepping into an increasingly cold winter night.

The hatch closed slightly.

The people waiting at the door were also concerned. He had seen the faces that were once familiar, whether it was the dynasty or the small five, whether it was Zhang Long or Kang An ... those subordinates and friends who once fought side by side, now look It's meaningless to come, so he can't afford any kind of care.

The dynasty shouted at him carefully, and his face seemed to hope that he could bring any good news. Xun Conglian turned his eyes to Duanyang, and the doctor shook his head.

Zhao Hu handed over a pack of cigarettes: "It has been notified, but Chalatou is crazy, and the whole west of the Xiazi Mountains is blocked. The people who send medicine can only come from the sea.

Xun Conglian looked at the words "Smoking is harmful to health" on the cigarette package, and did not pick it up. The other hand reached out and cut the cigarette in advance. He saw Duanyang calm and uninteresting.

The young doctor looked at the stern and walked over.

It was obvious that Duanyang had never smoked so much that he walked to the stern with the cigarette and stood there a bit awkwardly. The prisoner pulled out the lighter and threw it away.

The hot and humid wind blew across the young man's face. Duan Yang shook his hands and lit a cigarette. He took a sip and was severely coughed. Xing Cong did not even care about him. He just stood by the stern guardrail and left Duan Yang to be stabbed He had to kneel on the ground, cough desperately, like crying.

The punishment turned from Lian Lin, looking at the constant green trees on both sides of the strait. He suddenly realized that they were actually beasts forced into such difficulties by this terrible greenery, struggling to find a tiny way out.

Duan Yang is really very quiet. Although he was shaking, he covered his face from beginning to end, and did not shed a tear, but was immersed in the thick pain and the helpless confusion, and Xing Conglian knew this feeling very well because he now Almost only one foot is about to fall into the same abyss as Duanyang.

Now, he really needs someone who can tell him clearly that Lin Chen can really get through this level.

Even if someone opened the horoscope and told him that Lin Chen would be in distress today, but he will certainly be lucky. He will be as convinced as a straw for life, but unfortunately, there is no such thing. They can only cook it by themselves. In the past, no one would help.

The cigarette in Duanyang's hand burned half, the wind was strong, and the remaining half seemed to be burned soon.

Xun Xun squatted down, took out the cigarette, and blasted it into the filthy river.

Duan Yang took a moment to look at him, and there was only silence in his eyes.

"Duanyang." Xun Conglian slowly spoke, calling the young people's names for the first time, "No matter what you want to say next, I can only say that I don't want to give up, Lin Chen doesn't want to give up, so I don't Accept any sentencing, can you think of a way ... doctor. "

Duan Yang clutched the railing tightly. When he said the word "Doctor", Duan Yang suddenly looked up at him and calmed down his emotions. Duan Yang sobered up and spoke with great difficulty: "Consultant Lin's allergic reaction is too serious. Then use penicillin, It will inevitably lead to more severe acute shock than just now, and he will be killed immediately. "

"What then?" Xing Conglian asked quietly.

"Then, I still have a small amount of erythromycin available." Duan Yang said this sentence, but did not bring any hope, but a deep despair.

"It sounds terrible." Xun Lian laughed sarcastically.

"First of all, penicillin is almost the best choice for sepsis. Erythromycin is generally only used as an adjuvant, and I currently have too few doses to achieve the required amount for treatment. This is why I did not choose erythromycin at the beginning. s reason."

"Continue." Xing Conglian said.

"Now, consultant Lin's immune response has been aroused. Almost all literature guides say that medication should be stopped immediately and the use of similar drugs should be avoided to aggravate a more severe immune chain reaction, and his case clearly says the same Allergic to erythromycin, that is to say, once I tried to use the desensitization method for erythromycin desensitization, he had a great chance of dying from acute shock immediately ... "Duan Yang paused and looked carefully Holding him, "I have run out of the last hormone just now, and as long as he is in acute shock again, I must not save him."

Xing Lianjing listened to Duanyang's narrative. The doctor told him the cruelest facts in the simplest and most understandable sentences. He thought about it and asked, "What if antibiotics are not used?"

"The wound on his hand has matured. I will wait for the incision and drainage of him. There is no antibiotic. Unless there is a miracle, he may not get dark. Of course, if your person sends the medicine in advance ..."

"There won't be a miracle, right?" Xing Conglian looked at Duanyang's bloodshot eyes and asked.

"Do you think I will still believe this thing?" Duanyang asked in return.

Xun Lian couldn't answer. He just thought that the choice was difficult but it was just the beginning. Now the multiple-choice question becomes: Does he choose to let Lin Chen die immediately, or watch Lin Chen die slowly.

Seeing that he didn't answer late, Duan Yang said, "I'll ask Counselor Lin, and I also need to respect the patient's opinions ..."

"No need." Xing Conglian interrupted him. "The choice is in my hands. Try again."

Duan Yang looked at his face with a deep shock. They were very clear that whoever made a choice would need to bear responsibility for death and live in the remorse that might come in the future.

...

When Lin Chen woke up from a severe allergy, he always felt crowded.

It is strange that in the period when he was in a coma and slept well, he did not dream, and no chaotic and extremely tangled dead appeared in his dreams. He seemed to be a traveler after a long journey. He saw a very comfortable soft bed at the end of the desert, lay down, and took a nap for a while.

It's not too hot or too cold, it's just a little crowded.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked around, only to see someone lying on the other side of this narrow bed with his hands on his head, that was naturally Xinglianlian.

He glanced at the hanging saline solution. The remaining amount of the saline solution and the sky outside the window told him that the bridge healed from his ill sleep and healed from the disease did not happen, not long after the time passed.

"When can you not be so smart?" Xing Conglian's deep, hoarse voice rang from his left side. "I just wanted to lie to you just now, you're fine."

Lin Chen glanced at Xun Lianlian, but the other side was still lying down, and he could only express his dissatisfaction with a very slight to nothing voice: "I am a patient ..."

"I know."

"You sleep here ... I sleep ... where?"

"In my arms."

Before he could respond, Xun Lian turned around, clasped his waist gently, and dragged him into his arms with an irresistible attitude.

Lin Chen wanted to struggle subconsciously. Xing Conglian was close to him and leaned behind his ear. He said only two words in an extremely cold tone: "Don't move."

Lin Chen struck a spirit and calmed down from his arms during the punishment.

The sentence Conglian really did.

Xing Conglian's cold lips were still behind his ears, and he wanted to talk to him, "Where did you pick up such a child?"

Lin Chen thought about it and asked him, "Duanyang?"

"Yes."

"Speaking ... it's too long ..."

"I don't really want to listen."

The strange jealousy in this sentence was really cute. Lin Chen indented slightly into the arms of Xing Conglian, recalling those things they had experienced together, and said to Xing Lianlian: "He is very good, just ... isn't it? Great ... "

"My mind is not very good." Xing Conglian's tone was obviously bad.

"Need me ... begging for him?" Lin Chen asked tentatively.

"No." Xun Leng's voice was extremely cold. "Counselor Lin, I think we really need to deepen our understanding. Please believe that no matter how good a person is, but if you put another person's life on yourself next time, Before it's safe, I'll lock you up with a chain, and you never have to take another step. "

Lin Chen didn't know how the topic went back here, but if there was another time, it would be really good, so he said, "Well ... must lock me up."

"You can only be by my side."

"it is good."

He felt that if his body allowed it, they would probably be as usual, talking together for a long time, as if they would never have a head.

When Xing Conglian talked, he kept kissing his ears, and when he said "No," he bit his earlobe lightly. Lin Chen felt his ears were hot, numb, and had no energy to move again.

He blinked, Xing Conglian's arms were too warm, making him want to sleep again.

Just then, Conglian finally spoke slowly, Lin Chen knew that the most important sentence was coming.

But Xing Conglian's voice was not half dignified. He just said easily: "Duan Yang said that penicillin can no longer be used and we have to try again. But the next drug may provoke more serious Immune response, once the desensitization fails, you will immediately die, but you have no choice, I will let him wait to come in and take medicine. "

Lin Chen froze for a moment, he didn't know, where the courage of Xing Conglian made such a decision for him, it was too difficult, his lips trembled and he could hardly speak.

Xing Conglian's hands were tight around his waist. He turned hard and tried to reach out and hug Xing Conglian. Only when he looked up, Xing Conglian's kiss fell.

His neck was lightly pinched, the man had a good smell of mint tobacco, his lips and teeth were very clean and frizzy, with some forest coldness.

However, the kiss was soft and warm, as if feathers were flowing over the water, or the grass was bathing in the sun. Lin Chen remembered the daisies and geraniums on their balcony, and when the sun rose, the petals slowly unfolded.

Xing Conglian just sucked on his lips gently, without any further aggressive actions, because they got close, their breathing was tangled, and even the heartbeat of each other was almost clear and audible.

In the end, Cong Lien released him.

"Lin Chen, stay with me."

Xing Conglian's voice was so peaceful and indifferent, as if he just asked him to have dinner together.

Stay with me, live together, and die together.

Lin Chen looked at him quietly, no more tears.