Due to physical reasons, Song Yuhang's request to join the task force was ultimately not approved.

Zhao Junfeng meant that she would remember her merits this time, and the person sitting on the bed pressed his lips tightly after listening for a while.

The bed creaked, and Song Yuhang pulled out the needle by himself and sat up, holding his arm on the edge of the bed to get down.

Zhao Junfeng turned around and held her with a stride: "You just happened to be injured, you don't want to die?!"

Song Yuhang raised his eyes, met the eyes of the old director, and climbed up against his hand: "I have no face to take this prize. Lin Wei came out with me. There is no reason why I was rewarded and she was punished. In terms of police rank, I was the leader. I misjudged the situation so that it was my mistake to underestimate the enemy's failure to apply for a gun to the superior. If I took the gun, I might not fall into such a difficult situation."

"Furthermore, the situation was critical at the time, how can it be confirmed that the gangster really lost the ability to resist? She did it for me...I am willing to bear the responsibility.

She just got out of the ICU, and she was far from being able to walk around. Zhao Junfeng didn't dare to stop her again, fearing that she would struggle and crack the wound again, so his hand was relieved.

Song Yuhang slowly stood up on the edge of the bed, his face pale, and beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.

She gritted her teeth, her legs and feet trembled, and slowly raised her right hand, her fingertips were shaking, but her voice was sonorous: "I am willing to accept the review with Lin Wei, please organize approval!"

Zhao Junfeng shook his lips, hating that iron can't make steel, and the two men stubbornly were carved out of the same mold!

He paced back and forth with his hands under his hands, glanced at her wobbly, and finally couldn't help but say, "Sit down! This is an order!"

Song Yuhang stood still, even standing up straight.

Zhao Junfeng was so angry that he pointed to her nose and cursed: "Lin Wei gave you some Ecstasy! You all ran to intercede for her one by one. I am still the head of the department, so I took off my black hat as soon as possible. That’s it! Wouldn’t it be better to arrest and release people based on your preferences?! Besides, with so many eyes looking up and down, this is what I can do alone?!"

Above the director, there is the provincial party committee and the supervision department of the public security organ.

He did not count this matter alone.

But when Song Yuhang's eyes lit up, the corners of his lips showed a smile, and his hands were still held upright. Even though his face was pale, his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Report, Lin Fan didn't give me anything...Fantasy...Ecstasy, I was lying in the hospital, and I didn't know about other people's pleadings. The delusion to interfere in judicial justice with personal affection is simply wishful thinking! Zhao Ting The iron-faced selflessness is really a role model for my generation!"

Zhao Junfeng smiled at her, and waved his wide-brimmed hat straight towards her head: "I..."

It was as if she had returned to the time when she was studying, and she stood upright in training every time she made a mistake.

Zhao Junfeng thumped chestnuts on his head one by one like winter melons.

"Wrong?"

A group of people were weeping and feeble: "Wrong."

Zhao Junfeng: "Speak up!"

Song Yuhang took the lead and shouted: "Report to the instructor, we know we are wrong!"

Now looking at the head in front of him, the girl has grown taller than him, and she has grown into an outstanding criminal policeman after ten years of sharpening her sword, shouldering the responsibility of defending her family and the country with one shoulder.

I can't knock this hand anymore.

Zhao Junfeng took back his hand angrily, buttoned his hat on his head, and straightened his tie: "Okay, don't flatter me, how can I teach you something like eating inside and out. Naturally someone behind people cares, and it's your turn to be here. Eat radish and worry about it! Take care of your own wounds, let’s talk about it!"

After hearing this, Song Yuhang put her sore hands down gently. She could no longer support herself and sat down on the bed, clutching her chest, panting heavily, and raising her eyes to look at him.

"Since... In this case, I have one last request."

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Three days later.

Lin Fei lay on the bed and peeled a banana and ate it deliciously. Just as the prison doctor put the needle on her, the iron door snapped open. Two guards walked in, holding a bunch of bright keys in their hands and handcuffs them to her to open them. Up.

Lin Nianlue raised his eyes slightly: "Oh, why do you drop it? The upper conscience found out that you want to let me out?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw two young men in suits and leather shoes pushing Lin Youyuan in. Her expression changed. She stopped eating bananas and threw them into the trash can.

A prison guard with a somewhat professional title followed Lin Youyuan and nodded and bowed his head: "Forensic doctor Lin is here to heal his wounds and eat, not sleep well, so he should go home early."

Lin Youyuan smiled, with a kind face, and actually took his hand to express his gratitude: "I have troubled you, the leaders of the municipal bureau and the provincial government. I will definitely come to thank you personally in the next day."

The Lin family is wealthy. To avoid suspicion, there is no one serving in the government department. Lin Wei is an exception. But going back three generations, they are all deeply connected with the officialdom.

These officials have more or less been supported or favored by the Lin family. Who dares to be thanked?

"Don't dare, you are too polite. The red-headed document has been issued to prove Miss Lin's innocence. These days, I have really suffered."

Lin tired of watching this political-business game uncontrollably, his teeth were sour.

Lin Youyuan laughed enough, and graciously withdrew his hand, finally planning to end the topic: "Yes, I should say a few words with Lin Fan..."

The prison guard wittily told the prison doctor to retire: "Okay, please, just call us when you are done, and you can go out after you sign and go through the formalities."

Lin Youyuan smiled and nodded in greeting, and watched him go away. The aristocratic demeanor was vividly reflected in him, but it only made Lin Nian feel nauseous.

She didn't want to take a look at this father.

Of course, Lin Youyuan didn't have much to say to her, and smiled as soon as she left, and straight to the point: "I've written the resignation report for you, and you sign it."

The young man following Lin Youyuan handed over a piece of paper and pen, and Lin Fan glanced at it roughly, lacking in interest.

"Which branch did you want me to go to this time?"

Lin Youyuan rubbed the green finger on his thumb, and their father and daughter had reached an impatient consensus on each other in exactly the same way.

"The CEO of Jingtai Group will take my class in the future."

Jingtai Group is the main business of Lin's family, and this official is not small.

Lin Fan's lips twitched, and an ironic smile appeared: "Don't go, don't sign, get out."

Lin Youyuan didn't smile, as if he had expected it to be so.

He stopped rubbing and pulling his fingers without winking, and the two young men who followed him walked over to help Lin get out of bed.

No one could see how she moved. The infusion hose was dripping with water, and the needle was gone.

Lin Nian raised her neck slightly, her fingertips flashed with cold light, and her tone was casual and sharp.

"Don't move, I'm a forensic doctor. I'm not sure if it will kill you within ten seconds, but it must be fine to kill myself."

There is a steel needle on the skin that can be broken by blowing, and it is possible to get in at any time.

The two young men looked at each other.

Lin Youyuan watched her performance quietly and smiled: "You have the courage, you deserve to be my Lin Youyuan's daughter, you pierced, even if I carry the corpse today, I will carry you back and bury you in the ancestral grave of my Lin family. "

Lin Yan still has injuries on his shoulder, and this posture won't last long.

She gasped slightly, and her wrists began to tremble, and her blood was surging with his words.

The father and daughter looked at each other silently. Lin Youyuan was a person who had experienced strong winds and waves. Lin Fan's little cleverness in front of him was nothing worth mentioning.

He didn't need to say anything at all, he didn't even have to put on all kinds of indifferent smiles like Lin Wei to cover up his true thoughts.

The indifferent look with a hint of disgust alone is enough to be the last straw to crush the camel.

Lin Nai's hands began to tremble, she could hardly hold the needle, and she began to swallow frequently.

This is a sign of nervousness and fear.

Lin Youyuanwo sat calmly in the wheelchair. If it weren't for the iron windows on all sides, he could have a cup of hot tea and read the newspaper here.

Lin Wei's hand trembles let the needle point in for two points, and the two bodyguards began to stare at them, ready to jump over and grab someone at any time.

Lin Youyuan was still indifferent. He even sharpened his toes impatiently, as if urging Lin Nang: If you want to die, hurry up and don't waste time.

Lin Nian swallowed and understood his body language.

The corner of her lips curled, revealing the first smile he showed since he came here.

"If this is the case, why give birth to me."

After she said this, she closed her eyes slightly.

Lin Youyuan's pupils shrank and it was too late to stop. The moment Lin Fan let go, a plume of blood sprayed out from the tail of the needle, instantly staining the hospital gown and splashing on the ground.

Lin Youyuan's lips trembled, the masseter muscles moved, and the green fingers in his hand stopped rubbing.

He watched as Lin Nian fell on her back on the bed, her hands were ruthless, and the arteries were pierced. The tiny pillar of blood was bleeding out like a shower nozzle, and she couldn't hold it down.

And she fell on the bed with a disheveled hair, but her eyes were still bright, staring at him in this direction, as if to make him remember: Who caused her death today and who forced it.

As if time and space overlap, the woman of that year also fell in front of him in this way, unyielding even though she died.

The same face, the same integrity.

His right hand began to tremble violently, as if Parkinson had gotten a swing.

Two bodyguards rushed to help him: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin!"

The last look before the darkness of the world was when he steered the wheelchair and suddenly turned away. Lin Fan knew that he had won.

In the first half of her life, she did nothing and followed the crowd. Choosing the profession of forensic medicine was the first and only final decision she made.

She will no longer compromise.

The result of the compromise is that she has lost Chu Nan forever.

She will strive for life persistently in pursuit of the truth.

just……

She thought of that name, that person's face, there was a trace of regret.

It's a pity that she and Song Yuhang have not yet decided a victory or defeat.

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During the period of recuperating from his injuries, Song Yuhang did not call the detention center less frequently, but every time was no exception, he received a reply that "the case is still under review and no external inquiries are accepted."

This is a case directly under the provincial government, and the superiors attach great importance to it. At her level, she is also powerless to intervene.

For a month, Song Yuhang couldn't see Lin Fei's face, and couldn't hear Lin Fei's news. This person seemed to have evaporated out of thin air.

She was distraught.

If it is true that according to Zhao Junfeng's words, if the Lin family came forward to find people, it would be impossible for them to be silent until now.

The informant she arranged at the gate of the detention center had not seen Lin Fan come out.

Which link went wrong?

It's not that it's impossible to find someone directly at the level of Zhao Junfeng, but it's not. All he can do is return the physical evidence to the owner.

Song Yuhang stroked the rusty mechanical stick, almost stunned.

She had never missed its owner so much.

Is Lin tired of getting hurt?

Is it hot in the detention center? Is she getting used to it?

She is so picky, can she eat something?

Did the prison guard give her annoyance?

Did the cellmate bully her?

Thinking of this, Song Yuhang curled his lips slightly and smiled. Forget it, it's good for her not to bully others.

But why didn't the Lin family come forward to bail her, or did they say something else?

The more Song Yuhang thought about it, the more restless he became. The nurse knocked on the door to come in and change her dressing.

She stuffed the mechanical stick into the backpack on the bedside: "Come in."

"Police Officer Song, you are recovering well. You should be discharged from the hospital after lying down for a few days. This is the last bottle of liquid today. You can just ring the bell and call us when you are done. You can give us orders whenever you need to."

The little nurse pierced the needle for her, then helped the person to lean against the head of the bed, and put a thermometer under her armpit.

Song Yuhang was very cooperative, with a gentle smile on his face: "Thank you."

Seeing that the communicator on the little nurse kept flashing, she said, "Go ahead, I'll call you when I'm ready."

It's really rare to see a policeman with such a good-looking, gentle character and good temper.

The little nurse was flattered: "Okay, then I'll go first, and come back in five minutes."

After all, pushing the medicine cart and walked out.

When she returned to the ward five minutes later, the big ward was still dripping, the thermometer was on the table, and the bed was empty.

Wearing a mask and hat, Song Yuhang squeezed out of the crowded outpatient hall, ran to the entrance of the hospital in two steps in three steps, and reached out to stop the taxi: "Binhai Provincial Detention Center."

She ran from the fifth floor of the hospital to the gate in five minutes, and her current physical condition was still a bit too much.

The driver looked back at her pale while driving, "Are you okay?"

Song Yuhang coughed twice, and leaned against the back of the chair with his chest to breathe: "It's okay...cough... please hurry up."

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The day Song Yuhang went to see her happened to be the seventh day of Lin's hunger strike.

Not long after she woke up from a suicide attempt, she was handcuffed again. This time she was not afraid that she would run away, but that she would harm herself again.

Lin Youyuan's meaning is obvious: bail, yes, go home.

He no longer comes in person.

The next day Lin Fei woke up, Lin Youyuan's personal butler came.

Lin Fan smashed his rice bowl in front of him and put the porcelain piece on his wrist: "If you're free, you'd better die."

The Lin's housekeeper is gone.

Lin Nai started a hunger strike.

On the third day, Lin Ge's mother came, and there was a large number of people behind the iron gate, and she almost cried when she looked at her skinny.

Lin couldn't bear this scene, and simply put his head under the quilt.

On the fourth day, Lin Ge came in person, and Lin Fan just said a word before telling him to leave: "If you want to persuade me, this brother can't do it."

On the fifth day, the director came in person, watching Lin Fan, who was lying on the bed without eating and relying on nutrient solution to sustain her life, almost knelt down on her: "Auntie! Take a bite!"

If this person really died in the detention center, he would still need this black hat!

Lin Fei had a wound on his body, with gauze wrapped around his neck, and his whole body lost a lot of weight, his face pale and dying.

When she heard this, all she could move was her hand, and she slowly touched the indwelling needle on the back of her hand.

The director took a group of people back as if stepped on a landmine, and then motioned to her to calm down: "Okay, okay, let's go, forensic doctor Lin, don't get excited, lie down, lie down and rest."

On the sixth day, she finally won a moment of respite for herself.

She just lay quietly in this dark cell, nestled in the damp and cold bed, with her eyes open for several days.

The seventh day.

The iron gate rang again.

Lin Fan was so weak that he couldn't lift his fingers.

She could barely move only her eyes, and her eyes were still loose.

The prison guards called her name over and over again but couldn't recall her sanity.

"Hurry up, come and strengthen your heart!"

In a rush, she heard the sound of the medicine tray overturning, and there was a tingling pain in her wrist. She finally became more sober and heard the name of someone.

"Who...who wants to see me?" Her voice was hoarse and rough when she opened her mouth.

"Song team of Jiangcheng City Bureau, Officer Song."

Lin Nian leaned over slightly, buried her face in the pillow, and gritted her teeth: "No see... let her roll."

How can she let her see this ghostly look.

But can she walk on the ground already?

that's nice.

Song Yuhang was still carrying the backpack that came when she came. Under the scorching sun, she stood outside and sweated. She had been waiting for the prison guards to come out and call her to go in, but what was waiting was the news that Lin Nian let her go.

Song Yuhang clenched his lower lip, his face didn't look good, and said uncomfortably, "She really said that?"

"It's true." The little prison guard's mouth was almost torn apart: "There have been more people coming to see Forensic Doctor Lin in the past few days, she said so."

The iron gate is tight, and armed police with live ammunition are standing on all sides, it is impossible for Song Yuhang to rush.

She stepped back a few steps, then turned her head, her eyes were firm: "Tell Forensic Doctor Lin, please--"

"I'll wait for her."

On the way back, she hung up one by one when she was looking for her message on the phone, and finally pressed to shut down.

When Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a street with outdoor supplies, she shouted to her master to stop, threw a few dollars on the seat, and got out of the car with her bag.

The boss looked at the bent mechanical stick, then gently tapped with a small hammer, the paint fell off, and he shook his head.

"It can't be repaired. It's not made in China. It's not only a technical problem. The aviation aluminum is expensive to build. It's better to get a new one if you have the money."

Another one couldn't compare to this one as unique to Lin Wei.

Song Yuhang cautiously took it with both hands and put it in the bag: "Thank you."

That afternoon, she dragged the sick body around the entire outdoor supplies street but did not find a boss willing to repair the mechanical stick for her.