Chapter 809 The Dying Woman

The morning light is far away, but death is close at hand.

The dog pulled its owner through the bushes to where the sound came from. Mu Chun and Fang Ming followed. A woman in a light yellow top was curled up on the ground. She seemed to be breathing, and there was still room for bargaining for her life.

"Please help me turn on the light." Fang Ming threw down his coat and knelt beside the woman, and asked Mu Chun to step back and not approach. "Don't touch her, let me do it."

Mu Chun nodded and immediately called the ambulance; the young couple called the police. If the police car and ambulance could arrive at the same time, from the time she fell here to the doctor's treatment, there would be no delay. This would be the greatest luck, almost running ahead of the death race.

The daughter moaned softly, and her curled body also made a rustling sound. Fang Ming checked her physical signs. On the surface, there was no obvious injury, but the horrible sound gave him a headache.

She is not dead yet, so there is a chance that she can be saved...

She did not hit the ground head-on, but she was not conscious and could not answer any questions. Her eyes still responded to light, and her breathing was weak but not dead.

However, all this did not mean that she could survive.

Mu Chun walked around Fang Ming and knelt down, moving his hands from his shoulders to his pelvis. Fang Ming glanced at Mu Chun's hands and whispered, "Nothing can be done."

As the woman trembled, the voice that made Fang Ming uneasy became clearer and clearer. In fact, the sound was not loud at all, and the onlookers could not hear it at all, but Fang Ming and Mu Chun heard it clearly. It was the sound of bones breaking, and the bones all over her body were breaking, as if a piece of glass was cracking.

Some residents shone the light of their mobile phones on the woman's face. It was not known whether it was because of the unbearable pain or the premonition that death had indeed come, but the eyes that barely let out a little light were filled with tears.

"Make way, I'm a doctor." A tall and thin man ran out of the darkness and met Fang Ming's eyes, "Fang, Director Fang."

"Don't move." An indifferent order like the King of Hell.

Shen Zifeng could only stay still, his stiff shoulders drooping with two trembling arms.

"Are you okay?" Mu Chun asked tentatively.

Shen Zifeng trembled and answered, "I-I'm fine."

"He'd better be fine."

"Hao Xiao, can you hear me?" Fang Ming called the woman's name. Because she was unconscious, she made a hissing cry mixed with vague words, "Am I-Am I-about to-die?"

Fang Ming's left hand had been supporting the woman's jaw to prevent breathing difficulties due to the broken neck bones. After a weak gasp, a series of piercing screams followed.

"If you know it's so painful, why did you jump down?"

"Ah-it hurts, uh-uh-doctor." Hao Xiao tried to reach out and hold Fang Ming, but no matter how hard he tried, his left hand couldn't be lifted at all. The pale hand fell on the ground mixed with soil and weeds, like an ominous thing growing on the ground.

Fang Ming had lamented more than once that every part of a person is so scary after leaving the body. A single hand, a single eye, and a single brain placed in a container are all the best materials for horror novels, but the human body formed by combining them is beautiful. Even the Venus with a broken arm is still above human aesthetics.

But the severed hand is absolutely unbearable to look at.

Medical school students have been asked the same question, "Would you rather see a corpse or a bag of cut limbs in the middle of the night?"

"It seems not dead yet."

"Still breathing."

"There is a doctor, so I'm lucky."

"It's useless. It's better to die than to die after falling from such a high altitude."

More and more people are watching. For this life that is difficult to save, ordinary people don't think it's worth worrying about as long as it's still breathing and hasn't died immediately. After all, although death is happening and is close at hand, it is not happening to oneself or to one's loved ones. Death has nothing to do with oneself, and can be discussed calmly and photographed and posted on WeChat Moments.

Mu Chun looked up at the rooftop. The building was fifteen stories high. There was an open window on the seventh floor, which looked darker than the night sky, like a tiny black hole in a city building. Instead of sucking in all the objects that approached it, the black hole threw people far away in violation of the principles of physics.

The earth drags all objects firmly to the center of the earth in a regular manner. In this way, if there is no buffer in the middle, when falling from the seventh floor, no matter which part of the body lands first, it cannot resist the gravitational acceleration brought by the gravity.

This is a mathematical game. When a person falls to the ground from a certain height, his fate is transferred to the hands of death from the moment he falls.

"Doctor - I, will it, is it, ah - it hurts -"

Of course it hurts, the bones are broken all over the body, and there is no obvious injury on the surface. It seems that it is not the head that hits the ground, it should be the leg or hip position. In this way, the bones of the pelvis and lower limbs must be completely broken. As long as you move, the bone fragmentation will be aggravated.

Mu Chun's hands did not leave Hao Xiao's hips. He could clearly feel that a large area of ​​bones in her hips were broken. With a little force, she could be folded up like a folding fan.

The internal organs were not protected after the bones were broken. No matter where the rupture and bleeding occurred, it would be fatal.

This level of injury is unrecoverable, unless there is a miracle.

The three doctors examined Hao Xiao's body again before the ambulance arrived. Unfortunately, there was no room for maneuver. All her ribs were broken and her abdomen was bulging. She didn't have much to say except the pain.

"It hurts - it hurts - please - it hurts so much."

"Will you - die?"

"We will try our best to save you." Fang Ming replied.

The CT scan prepared by the hospital was ready. The nurse on duty looked at Hao Xiao who was pushed into the operating room with a desperate look. Her hands never stopped for a moment, preparing the catheter, respirator, adrenaline for emergency treatment, and the blood bank was also ready.

Fang Ming simply explained the situation to the doctor on duty. Both sides knew that nothing was more intuitive than a CT scan. The image showed that almost no bone in the body was intact. The ribs were broken first and pierced the liver and spleen. Since there was no external injury, there was plenty of blood in the body of this petite woman. However, the blood was not in the right place, but overflowed in the chest and abdominal cavities. When the scalpel cut open, the blood rushed out of the body like a multi-legged monster, an alien creature from the movie Alien, and it quickly rushed out of the body. It had matured, and with the gradual death of Hao Xiao, the blood that had originally supported life became a new monster, instantly crawling over the bodies of Fang Ming and the emergency room doctor and flowing to the ground, forming a pool of blood.