Chapter 395 Between Winter and Depression

At this point in the analysis, the level of the crisis seems to have escalated further.

Call the police!

After Qiu Ping saw the word "call the police", he hesitated for a long time, "What if, what if it's just a joke? Do I want to take another look? I'm asking who knows about this. I'm asking if I can take a look." To the previous content. I'm trying to find out who this girl is."

For six hours, I have no idea what happened before, and I don’t know how the girl is doing now. If it was the girl in the slim group before, Qiu Ping should be able to ask for specific information about this girl if he gave Qiu Ping some time, but it’s too late now .

In Muchun's mind, there were more than a dozen possible scenarios for the girl. The most terrifying thing was that she was trying hard to call for help but was unable to send out a help message for various reasons.

Or, just like Qiu Ping's reaction when he heard the alarm, he was nervous and scared.

Also, the shame of not wanting people to know.

This feeling is the same for men and women, adults and children who have developed self-awareness.

It is true that the impact of calling the police may take a long time to gradually improve, and it is difficult to predict what kind of trouble will occur, but obviously Qiu Ping's thoughts need to be taken into consideration, and maybe calling the police is not appropriate.

But you only have one life, and you will lose if you hesitate.

There must be a hierarchy of priorities, and the one at the top is naturally the one who survives.

When a person dies, it's too late to do anything.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ping's message appeared on the phone screen - I called the police. I'm sorry doctor, I hesitated. I shouldn't have hesitated. I am someone who has experienced all this. I know that one minute of delay is closer to death. One step, one step closer to the point of no return.

A minute ago, Liu Yiming received the content of Qiu Ping's call from 11-0, "It is said that a person is committing suicide live, but we can't find where this person is now. Can the information department help investigate."

Two minutes later Liu Yiming called Muchun.

"Doctor Mu, I have an urgent request here. A girl is committing suicide. Her location is currently being investigated. The results should be available soon, but what else can we do now? I mean, I think this matter It's similar to what happened with Yu Li before, I'm worried." Liu Yiming didn't know what to say next.

"It is a bit similar to Yu Li's incident. They are both related to the Internet, but they are not exactly the same. This time, the girl may have taken the initiative to ask for help, but I don't know the content of the previous live broadcast, and I am also troubled by what to do. Since Someone has already called the police, so let’s think about what we can do first and then keep in touch.”

"Wait a minute, Teacher Muchun. I have a way to quickly know the content before the live broadcast. It should be faster than us. But if Chu Sisi helps, I will go and talk to Chu Sisi."

After Liu Yiming finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Muchun didn't know what method Liu Yiming was talking about. He might be a very powerful hacker. After all, it was normal for Chu Sisi's family lawyers to have some special channels. And when the Tingting Yuli incident happened, Liu Yiming seemed to I also went to find a person and got enough data and information. This person should be very powerful.

If that's the case, we'll know what the live broadcast will be soon.

"Hold on, hold on." Muchun said to the girl in his heart.

Every time I say it, my heart hurts.

When he was anxious, Fang Ming finally brought some good news, "Zhou Ming's mother is here. This mother is barely a charitable mother in front of her children, but when she talks to us..."

"Is it true?" Muchun asked with a frown.

"Yes, he probably wants to stay in the hospital. Why do he want to stay in the hospital? The two people next to him are cancer patients, and the results after surgery are not very good. His parents also know that this kind of place is not suitable for children. Stay, you should go back and recuperate after your illness is cured.”

"Because he won't be able to see his mother when he goes back. If he pretends to be sick and stays in the hospital, he can see his mother. That's why." Muchun said while looking at his phone.

"What? What did you say?" Fang Ming didn't react for a moment.

Did Mu Chun speak too fast just now? Fang Ming repeated Mu Chun's words in his mind. Just when he was about to ask a few more questions, Mu Chun's hand was already holding Fang Ming's wrist, "I want to leave first." "Have you driven? Are you going back to the hospital now?"

"Hospital? Okay, you can go back. Zhou Ming doesn't need treatment for the time being, if he wants to stay."

Fang Ming didn't finish speaking. Muchun seemed to know exactly what he was worried about and what he was going to say.

I saw Muchun taking off his white coat and saying: "It is best to stay in the hospital first. If possible, it is best to rest in the hospital for a while."

How could it be best to be in a hospital? Before Fang Ming could figure it out, he was pulled by Mu Chun to the elevator entrance.

Fang Ming thought that the news about Qiu Ping just now must be something urgent. For a surgeon, the patient's condition is the most urgent, but for a psychosomatic doctor, what is the most important thing?

Colleagues have been working together for such a long time. Even when the incident happened, Mu Chun looked like he was strategizing. Why was Mu Chun so nervous today?

Is anything scary going to happen to a psychotherapist? Speaking of which, if Qiu Ping's suicide happened every time, it would really be a headache.

Fang Ming had persuaded a girl in the group who wanted to commit suicide. He knew that he could only try his best to do this. No one could guarantee that he would be able to persuade another person not to commit suicide.

Does a psychosomatic doctor encounter this kind of thing every day?

That's really a headache, it's better to be a surgeon.

Fang Ming was driving on the winter road around the sea. The heater in the car couldn't get warm at all, and Mu Chun's face looked as cold as the cold winter in January. His hand was holding the phone all the time, concentrating on thinking about something.

Seeing Mu Chun like this, Fang Ming didn't dare to speak.

The sycamore trees on both sides of the street had lost their last few leaves, and it made people feel sad.

Mu Chun suddenly sighed, "Some people really can't survive the winter in the northern hemisphere."

Fang Ming heard it clearly, hesitated for a moment and asked: "The winter in the northern hemisphere is just cold. Why can't you survive it?"

"This... It's a long story, but January shouldn't be the season with a high incidence of suicides, what's going on?" Mu Chun looked at the phone and then looked at the time on his wrist.

Fang Ming was also very puzzled. Are these two times different? Is there any difference?

One in the Northern Hemisphere and one in the Southern Hemisphere?