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The lights in the emergency room were on from twelve o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning, during which An Baiwei stayed in the corridor outside. Smoking was not allowed in the hospital. It was empty, as if the most precious piece had been dug out.

At three o'clock in the morning, the lights in the emergency room finally went out, An Baiwei stood up abruptly, and grabbed the doctor who came out: "Doctor, what's the matter?"

"Excessive blood loss is nothing serious, but the patient's immunity is weak, and the risk of wound infection has been avoided as much as possible. During this period of time, the patient needs to rest, so it's best not to disturb him too much." After the doctor finished speaking, he looked at Ann. Bai Wei asked, "Are you the family member of the patient?"

Amber was startled for a moment, he moved his Adam's apple, and said dryly, "I'm his colleague."

"Alright, come here and sign." The doctor guided An Baiwei into the office, handed him the medical records, and asked carefully, "Does the patient often suffer from insomnia? Or is he taking any neurological drugs?"

Amber's heart skipped a beat: "He often suffers from insomnia."

The doctor nodded slightly: "The patient had out-of-control symptoms such as yelling and yelling during the rescue process. We all believe that he has received some kind of strong mental stimulation. The patient must pay attention to rest and be active during the day. sleep."

"Doctor... What happens if you often suffer from insomnia?" An Baiwei's breathing became a little disordered, and her voice was very soft.

"It's hard to say." The doctor shook his head, "There are many diseases caused by insomnia, which may lead to mental weakness and insanity. In addition, it is also related to depression or heart disease... You'd better find someone to help you with this. Let him see if there is a psychological obstacle that he cannot overcome, he must seek a professional psychiatrist in time, and he can't always procrastinate, the patient is still young, and the possibility of cure is relatively high."

"..."

An Bai walked out of the doctor's office dully, and turned to Lu Zhe's ward. Lu Zhe's arm was wrapped in a bandage, and he was still on an IV drip. His face had no blood at all, and he looked extremely weak.

He slowly sat beside Lu Zhe, looking at the unconscious person on the hospital bed motionless, as if hundreds of needles had been stabbed in his heart densely, bloody and painful.

A few minutes ago, the doctor's words echoed clearly in An Bowei's ears - if there is a psychological obstacle that he cannot overcome, he must seek a professional psychiatrist in time...

He took out his cell phone, walked to the balcony like a puppet, and dialed a cell phone number.

At 03:30 in the morning, Yang Lepei was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone. He turned over limply, picked up the mobile phone, but didn't see the caller ID, and cursed in a daze: "You Fucking crazy, sell the house without checking what time it is, you fucking don't sleep, I still have to... An, An team?"

Yang Lepei sat up from the bed in a jerk, turned on the bedside lamp, his hair was flying against the wind, looking at the caller ID with a dull expression, almost crying.

"That, that's sorry, I didn't scold you... No, what time is it? Are you still awake? What do you want from me?"

An Baiwei's voice was very low, and his mood was very bad: "Something happened to Lu Zhe."

Yang Lepei was shocked: "What's the matter? Are you insomnia again tonight?"

"..." An Bai slightly sighed, surprisingly did not turn back, he slowly told Yang Lepei the ins and outs, and finally repeated the doctor's words to the other party, and finally fell silent.

Yang Lepei stroked his stupid forehead, and his expression became more exciting when he heard it, and finally slapped his thigh: "You are suitable for arresting people, and you are finished when you encounter things that use your brain. That little girl was stitched up." It’s still on the side, and that person has been muttering about the money again... You don’t think about it? They obviously dug out the little girl’s kidney and sold it for money!”

Amber was startled slightly.

"What kind of rubbish are you, An Baiwei, I can't even see it. The Fang Tang you told me last time, I think something is wrong. When all the clues can be put together, there is only one that goes out independently. That's right, Fang Tang's heart was dug up by someone, so it's not obvious that someone wanted him to be young and strong, so he dug it up and sold it for money!" Yang Lepei said with a poisonous mouth, "Besides, you really dare Let Lu Zhe take the risk alone, how many times have I told you that Lu Zhe can't stand the excitement, you still play that set of risk-taking method to get the enemy hooked, let me tell you, come with me when Lu Zhe recovers Come on, sooner or later I will go crazy with you."

"..."

"Forget it, forget it, you are so pitiful... Tell me, what are you looking for me for?" Yang Lepei fell back on the bed, no sleepiness at all.

Amber took a few deep breaths, and asked in a low voice, "Will you go to the party of the Joint Criminal Department at the end of the year?"

"I'm not sick, what's the point of meddling in?" Yang Lepei rolled his eyes.

"What if I invite you to come?"

"Then I don't—" Yang Lepei stopped talking suddenly, and asked after a long while, "You, you don't want to get me back, do you... Lao An, you are not righteous... Say yes, say yes I will no longer be involved in the affairs of the Joint Criminal Department..."

"Are you really willing, Yang Lepei?" Amber rubbed his temples slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Just being an insignificant little director in the Second Hospital, seeing various patients every day, and getting those dead wages every month...you are so Young, are you really ready to spend your whole life like this?"

"I..." Yang Lepei was tongue-tied.

"You are the most brilliant doctor of the generation in the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Do you really believe that the death of Qi Xiu's brother was your responsibility?" Amber said calmly, "We all have responsibilities, but don't forget Qi Xiu's younger brother committed suicide, it has nothing to do with you."

"..." Yang Lepei grabbed the corner of the quilt.

"You don't know how hungry that guy Qi Xiu was after you left. He pretended to be a gentleman and played with a liftable bed in a couple's hotel. He didn't hold back at all." Amber said poignantly.

A certain string in Yang Lepei's head snapped, his face flushed red, and he asked dully, "He, he doesn't blame me?"

An Baiwei assured: "Qi Xiu said it himself, his brother is completely to blame, no one can blame him."

"..."

"Consider returning, Lao Yang." Amber paused slightly, his voice was very soft, "Didn't you say that you have always wanted to communicate face-to-face with Lu Zhe? Now, the opportunity has come."

……

Ding Zhaosheng has been living in Bi Yu's rented house since he was discharged from the hospital. When An Bowei came to visit, he had just woken up and was eating breakfast. Bi Yu didn't know where he had gone.

"He's gone to practice." Ding Zhaosheng was wearing pajamas, drooping his head listlessly, drinking soy milk with no appetite, "He can't just do nothing like me... After all, he still has to live on."

An Baiwei sat across from him, quietly looking at this boy who was about the same age as Lu Zhe. For a while, he was in a trance, and all he could think about was when Lu Zhe would wake up.

But only for a while.

"How's your head? Do you still feel dizzy?" Amber asked slightly.

"It's much better..." Ding Zhaosheng put down his chopsticks, looked directly at An Baiwei, and cut straight to the point, "What are you doing here? Have you caught the murderer?"

"We are still investigating this for the time being, but the person who hurt He Mingming and you has been caught." Amber Weiban replied squarely, "You eat first, and I will talk about it after eating."

"I'm stuffed."

"..." Amber glanced at the table slightly, and there was a mouthful of untouched fried dough sticks and pickles on it, and only a few sips of soy milk, "Are you sure?"

Ding Zhaosheng was a little impatient with Amber Wei's attitude, but he didn't dare to rush too much, so he patted his stomach to assure him: "I'm really full."

"We found that in the recent corpse records of the People's Hospital, there is an unnamed female corpse that is closer to He Mingming's description of Zhou Wenqing. We would like to ask you to identify whether it is Zhou Wenqing." After An Baiwei finished speaking, Ding Zhaosheng's entire body Everyone froze, he didn't even know where to look for a moment, his lips trembled a few times, and his eyes were red.

"Don't get excited, you have two choices now: first, watch it on your phone; second, go to the hospital to watch it." Amber paused and reminded, "I respect your choice."

"I..." Ding Zhaosheng was stunned for a moment, then stood up emotionally, "Of course we are going to the hospital! We're going now! We're going now!"

An Bai stood up slightly, watching the boy grab the key and run towards the door, with mixed emotions in his heart.He looked down at the phone, the picture sent by Dai Xiaozhou was not very clear, but he could vaguely see the girl's appearance before she was alive, peaceful, gentle and generous.

He let out a light breath, put the phone back in his pocket, and followed Ding Zhaosheng out the door.

The two went straight to the hospital morgue.Ding Zhaosheng is usually a talkative person, but he didn't say a word on the way there. An Baiwei could see clearly that he was holding hands tightly all the time, nervousness lingered all over his body, and he never really relaxed for a moment. .

The little nurse Dai Xiaozhou contacted was already waiting for them in advance, and when she saw An Baiwei, she nodded politely: "Team An."

An Bowei had never seen this little nurse before, and it must have been arranged by Dai Xiaozhou. He raised his chin and motioned for the little nurse to take Ding Zhaosheng in. The little nurse was a little curious: "Aren't you going in with me?"

Captain An shook his head and remained silent. He had just experienced a thrilling experience yesterday, and now he just wanted to wait for Lu Zhe to wake up.

Seeing that An Bowei didn't want to say more, the little nurse stopped asking and led Ding Zhaosheng into the cold room.Afterwards, An Bowei leaned against the wall, and many Ding Zhaosheng's reactions popped up in his mind, such as crying, getting angry, and even venting his anger on him. An Bowei even thought about how to react.

But more than ten minutes later, Ding Zhaosheng's reaction was not any of them. He seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and walked out under the guidance of the little nurse. a hug.

"Thank you." Ding Zhaosheng's voice was very small, without any emotion, but he was indeed smiling, but the smile was very tired, "Thank you for letting me take a last look at Wen Qing, I am really very happy." Thank you, thank you very much."

"She's as pretty as ever."

After saying this, Ding Zhaosheng suddenly sat down on the ground as if he could no longer bear the pressure, and wailed in grief.

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