Everyone was surprised and surprised, and they all gathered around Song Zhiying to ask her how she was doing.
Song Zhiying reached out and shook the red rope at her wrist, full of joy for the rest of her life and gratitude to Shi Ling, "I'm really fine."
But fellow doctors were not reassured. Some even from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department checked her pulse on the spot.
"The pulse is fine, but if you fell from such a height, you should go to the emergency room and take a X-ray."
"That's right. If you're afraid of internal bleeding or something, it's better to go and have a look."
Song Zhiying was surrounded by people and went to the emergency room. A nurse even brought a stretcher over, forcing her to lie down because she was afraid that moving around would worsen internal bleeding.
Song Zhiying was a little helpless, but in the end she was pressed down by everyone and lay on the stretcher.
When she passed by Shi Ling, her eyes brightened slightly, and she was about to sit up and 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, indicating that he had accepted her feelings.
Then came the sirens.
Pang Ming was taken away, and the firefighters who were at the scene were also brought in as witnesses to record statements.
Because Pang Ming was in a special situation and was a terminal cancer patient, the police did not take him away immediately out of humanitarianism, but gave him a painkiller injection first.
After Pang Ming's pain was temporarily relieved, when he saw the police, madness burst out in his cloudy eyes, "I killed the person. Give me euthanasia! Shoot me!"
He originally wanted to jump off the building, but he was afraid of heights and didn't want to be tortured to death by cancer pain, and he didn't want to die without a complete body. He was afraid that he would go to the underworld with his body he had a knife, he would definitely stab himself to the hospital's control was very strict, and he couldn't access any sharp objects at at the moment when he was struggling on the roof, he thought of killing someone to pay for his life.
He knew that he was sorry for Dr. Song, but he couldn't care so much at the asked her to be closest to him, and she said she would help him euthanize.
Pang Ming has been tortured to the point of losing his mind by illness. He is about to die and he doesn't care about morality. He doesn't want to wait for his grandson anymore, he just wants to be the way here, Zhong Xian was very angry when she learned that it was another patient who murdered the doctor. But when she saw the emaciated and withered face tortured by the disease and the appearance of struggling, she suddenly felt complicated.
Hateful people also have pity.
Don't talk about other people's suffering, and don't tell others to be suffering you have suffered is not a reason for you to commit evil acts against innocent people, nor is it an excuse to be ungrateful.
Zhong Xian looked at Pang Ming with a cold look, "Pang Ming, don't worry, you won't be sentenced to death."
Pang Ming was slightly stunned, "Why? I killed someone..."
Zhong Xian smiled: "Dr. Song has his own destiny, and there is no problem after just checking. But you do have a motive to kill. At most, you will be punished with attempted intentional homicide, and at most, you will be jailed. You will not be sentenced to death."
Pang Ming coughed violently again, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs. His voice was hoarse and full of disbelief, "How is it possible... how is it possible that you are still alive after falling from more than 20 floors..."
Zhong Xian and his senior brothers were also shocked when they rushed over, but they understood after learning that Shi Ling was at the scene.
She didn't explain that much to Pang Ming, she 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 in the hospital, but they failed to cure my disease, and now I have lost all my personal wealth." Pang Ming's voice was broken, mixed with labored coughing.
Zhong Xian just continued to state the facts: "You have never thought that if you kill someone intentionally, even if you are sentenced to death, you will have a criminal record, and your sons and grandsons will not be able to take public exams in the future."
Pang Ming had now received a painkiller injection and was more conscious. Hearing these words was like a bolt from the blue. He coughed violently and shouted: "How could this happen..."
He just wanted to die happily, but he didn't want to affect the future of his son and grandson.