Your Heart Is My Heart

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    At five o'clock in the morning, the door of the duty room of the emergency department was pushed open, and the dazzling light came in from outside,

    "Doctor Situ! Doctor Situ!"

    "What time is it?" Situ Che in a white coat lay on the emergency bed, his voice hoarse , apparently still not waking up,

    "Here comes a middle-aged man",

    "Well, a middle-aged man", Situ Che unconsciously repeated what the nurse said, his body still motionless,

    "The initial diagnosis is intestinal rupture",

    within a second After the silence,

    "What's the matter?" Situ Che slid down from the bed, pinching his brows and wearing glasses and a stethoscope as he walked,

    "Pulse 140...blood pressure 60/40...have pressurized infusion of 1500 It’s down to milliliters, the abdomen is stiff, and the tenderness is obvious.”

    “First do blood routine examination, 6 units of blood type cross-matching, then do nasogastric intubation, and inform the operating room to prepare for laparotomy...”

    At noon , Zhou Nan just came out of the teaching building after class, and she was a little tired after the whole morning class. She didn't want to eat lunch, so she planned to go directly back to the apartment to rest.

    The apartment is assigned to the professor by the school. It is just at the gate of the school. It has two bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small restaurant. It is very comfortable to live alone. The surrounding environment has not changed much from before going abroad. I am familiar with it. The feeling made her quickly adapt to this rhythm of life. In fact, her father, Zhou Jing, wanted to buy her a villa at that time, but she felt it was too ostentatious, and besides, why would she want to live in such a big house by herself?

    She has just finished her Ph.D. in literature from the UK, and returned to her alma mater, H University, to teach at her undergraduate school. Due to her talent and senior education, her current title is an associate professor. There are very few associate professors as young as her in the school. In addition, she has a pretty appearance. , behaved intellectually and decently, and was very popular with students. On the way, students kept saying hello to her, and she replied with a smile. Teaching is something she likes very much. I prefer to get along with innocent and pure students. Except for writing various papers and reports, the rest of the time is free and free, which is very good.     Mother Shen Yu hoped that she could inherit the company. Among the four major families in C City, the Zhou family and the Shen family accounted for two, and they only had one daughter, Zhou Nan, but Zhou Nan was independent since childhood and had her own family. Thoughts and plans, she doesn't want to get involved in the shopping malls, she just wants to live a life among the clouds, wild cranes, and mountains and rivers. This is also inseparable from Zhou Jing. He loves his daughter and lets her choose her own life, which often attracts Shen Yu's dissatisfaction, but Also helpless to father and daughter.     There was a circle of people downstairs, pointing and pointing at the apartment. It was very lively. When Zhou Nan approached, he found several police cars and an ambulance parked nearby. Several people in the corridor were carrying a stretcher. When they came out, the person on the stretcher was covered by a white cloth, which was soaked with a lot of dark red blood stains. The smell of blood mixed with a smell of rotting corpses rushed to her face. She tilted her head and held her breath, frowning slightly. Very uncomfortable, a doctor in a white coat said to the policeman next to him, "I have been dead for a long time", and there was a sigh from the crowd, and she heard the policeman next to her say "intentional murder" to a colleague, and a burst of emotion burst into her heart. chill.     She hadn't experienced this kind of thing yet. She felt a little bad when her colleague who lived in the same building as her was killed. She didn't go upstairs immediately. She stood downstairs for a while and heard what happened. It turned out that Professor Zhang on the third floor was killed. Professor Zhang was in his fifties. The history of ancient literature, which made Zhou Nan feel even more heavy. Professor Zhang couldn’t be contacted all day yesterday, and he didn’t go to class. Someone reported this to the school. The school sent a representative to the apartment to find someone, but there was no answer when they knocked on the door. , found blood stains outside the door, and called the police.