Chapter 14 water milk
I closed the document, closed my eyes and straightened my body on the chair, recalling everything I knew.
It was all too dramatic, and I couldn't help but think of a Hollywood blockbuster, but everything that happened at that time must have been worse than a Hollywood blockbuster.
It was a Friday.
Two masked robbers robbed a bank in the provincial capital, and hurried into the prepared vehicle with a large amount of cash, trying to escape.
The witty bank staff notified the police, and police cars were dispatched urgently, and a chase race started on the highway.
The gang of desperadoes was driving fast, and the police car was in hot pursuit. Moreover, they informed the police ahead that at the next toll booth, there would be a retractable barrier waiting for them.
It's a device that makes a vehicle come to a forced stop.
It can be stretched to adapt to the width of different road surfaces, and the upward side is covered with sharp steel nails, you can imagine the consequences if you run over it.
But the thugs did not stop the vehicle, but fled crookedly towards the highway exit.
At this time, the commander-in-chief ordered decisively to kill the gangsters and prevent them from escaping into the next city!I think it must have been the scene of bullets flying everywhere: the police fired more than 30 bullets in total, and the gangsters fired back at least seven or eight shots. As a result, the gangsters were killed on the spot by the bullets fired by the police cars running parallel in the fast lane. No police casualties!If I hadn't wanted to collect ballistic data, I would have been impatient to do detailed dissections on them, and the only conclusion I came to was—they deserved to die!However, one thing is certain that Hollywood blockbusters will not have: a taxi passenger near the scene was unfortunately hit and was immediately sent to a nearby hospital for emergency treatment.
He wasn't even in the same direction as the vehicle being chased: they had come off the highway, near the exit on the right, whose bullet hit him and how?
The boy who was shot was taken to the blacksmith's hospital. The bureau asked the hospital to do everything possible to rescue the young man at any cost. I also called the blacksmith and asked him to take over the patient himself. I heard that the boy had been shot in the lung and was about to have surgery, so it wasn't my turn to be there, so I went to the scene of the shooting to see if I could figure it out. Seeing the environment near the highway exit, I knew why I chose to kill the gangsters here: this is an open area, the highway is on a viaduct, more than ten meters above the ground, and the surrounding exits in all directions form a beautiful arc, the entire exit covers an area of several square kilometers. The surrounding greenery is also done well, with grass and trees everywhere. Exactly how many shots the gangsters fired was difficult to determine precisely: they were not issued with ammunition and were killed. Fortunately, from the analysis of the direction, most of them were police guns: according to the driving direction, the police shot to the right, and the possibility of the robber's bullet rebounding 180 degrees was unlikely. The police knew exactly how many shots they fired, just subtract the returned bullets from the issued bullets: thirty-two rounds. There were nineteen bullets in the robber's car and body, five more were found at the scene, and eight more were missing. I only know that at least three of the eight were ricochets, and two bounced off the ground, guardrails The last one left deep ricochet marks, but I couldn't find where it jumped. As soon as I saw this scene, I started to mutter: eight bullets that disappeared!In such a large place, when shooting in motion, there are many obstacles such as trees and advertisements, how do you find the bullet?God knows which direction they will fly: In theory, even soft water or muddy ground can ricochet as long as the angle of incidence is small enough. Think back to when you were a child and "floated" with stones, you will know. Sure enough, after dozens of people were busy all day, the eight missing bullets were still missing, and the metal detectors found more than a dozen catties of broken copper and iron. Although the leader gave a death order to find every warhead, I don't have much confidence. So I had to trouble the blacksmith again. Fortunately, I had already informed him and asked him to videotape the operation.
When I found the blacksmith, he was talking in the nurse's office, dancing, and his voice was quite high; I thought it was some nurse who didn't faithfully carry out his doctor's orders or something, but after listening for a long time, I realized that it was the young man who did it. There is an urgent need for blood for surgery, and the blood bank does not have that type of blood: the blacksmith is pouring out all his complaints about the blood bank to the head nurse. "Usually when you call for blood, they come right away! Other people's blood is donated, they make money, and they run faster than rabbits! Now there is a rare blood type, in a word: no! This is not rushing to the front with me, the rear Don’t you give me bullets!” “Bang!” As I spoke, the blacksmith’s fist landed on the desk, and I hurried to check the desk: Fortunately, one of the teacup lids fell off, and the desk was fine. To be honest, I'm not too worried about the blacksmith's fist. I hurried to the intensive care unit to look at the young man. I heard that he was a salesman for a medical equipment company. He went to the provincial capital yesterday to run business. I didn't expect to meet such an unfortunate incident. At this moment, he was lying on the hospital bed, the head of the bed was swung very high, his face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, a thick silicone tube on his chest was connected to the water-sealed bottle on the bedside, and the water-sealed bottle It was bubbling—it seemed that he was breathing well, and the blood loss was indeed serious. The wall is covered with paper cranes, and the person who is holding his hand tightly by the hospital bed must be the author of Thousand Paper Cranes—his girlfriend, she must have been up all night last night, and she was folding these paper cranes, right?The other sitting next to him must have been his mother, who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. I arrived on the front foot, and the blacksmith followed me on the back foot. He complained while explaining his condition to me. It turned out that the bullet had been shot through the shoulder blade and injured the upper lobe of the left lung during the operation yesterday. So the hospital immediately sent a chest doctor to the stage. Waiting in the operating room. During the operation, more than 1,000 milliliters of pleural hemorrhage was found, so the left upper lobe of the left lung had to be resected immediately. No, does the young man still have a closed drainage tube hanging on his chest?There is a potential cavity between the human lungs and the chest wall, called the pleural cavity. Once the cavity is opened in thoracic surgery, a tube that only ventilates but not inhales must be inserted to expel the air. Otherwise, the chest wall will perform breathing movements and the lungs will Will not follow. For emergency surgery, there is no blood preparation before the operation. During the operation, a check: ABRH negative!The blood bank doesn't have this kind of blood at all, and neither does the provincial blood station. The blacksmith is dumbfounded!I know that low-molecular-weight dextran and other plasma substitutes cannot solve the fundamental problem. Of course, the blood bank cannot be blamed for this. It is difficult to collect this blood type, and there is a deadline for collecting it. The blacksmith and I both frowned. Looking at the boy's urine bag, it was less than 100 milliliters in 24 hours. If this continues, the boy will induce renal failure due to hypovolemic shock!
This matter is not a joke, if the blood is not found, the young man's life will be in danger!Before I even had time to look at the bullets I took out, I immediately hung up the call to the director: the director asked me how many blood types there are, and I answered a number: three out of ten thousand. I am not exaggerating the fact: the young man’s blood type is indeed a rare blood type: there are not many AB blood types, accounting for only about 3% of the population, and the Rh negative blood type is only 2-3% of the population, so the ABRh negative blood type You can't find three out of ten thousand people. This means that it is useless to recruit a few people at random, it can only call for blood donation on a large scale. So the leader quickly made a decision: First, the public security, firefighting, and armed police called for blood tests on a large scale. At the same time, they asked the media to help broadcast the news on various radio stations, and the TV stations also quickly inserted emergency help information. Don't underestimate the power of the modern media, people will soon ask for a blood test. The first one to arrive was the brother who heard the broadcast, and he came with the passengers; then people came one after another, and the most touching thing was a pregnant woman with a big belly, although she repeatedly claimed that she was ABRh Negative blood type, we still took a taxi to send her back. When the police arrived under the leadership of the Political Department, people who asked for blood donations formed a long queue, so they mixed together and lined up regardless of whether they were policemen or civilians. Several people they knew originally chatted like brothers. What, the cheerful laughter seemed to drive away the haze in front of him immediately. This harmonious situation obviously moved the hospital, and the hospital decided to send a team headed by the director of the laboratory to test the blood type; they decided to provide free lunch for all those who came to do the voluntary blood test, but most of them left a phone call and said nothing. He left without saying a word; even many medical staff joined the blood test team, blacksmith was one of them, he said he had been a surgeon for so many years and went downstairs before he knew what his blood type was, I can guarantee him Abuse of power: Judging from the fact that he came back within three minutes, he didn't even line up. I donated blood before, and knew that I couldn't help much, so I quickly took advantage of this opportunity and asked the blacksmith to bring over the bullets he took out. I went to see the young man's wound, and went to the pathology department to see the resected upper lobe of the left lung. Combining these items, I dare to say categorically: It's a ricochet!This is how I judged: first of all, there is more than one entrance for the bullet, and besides the main entrance, there are several small entrances for broken shrapnel: this is caused by the fragmentation of the bullet after violent impact with a hard object (the broken shrapnel also enters the human body); the second is that the largest injection port is in the shape of a "T" instead of the usual round hole. This shows that the bullet has long lost its rotation and stability along its long axis due to severe friction before it is shot into the human body (this is the function of the rifling: let the bullet rotate and move forward, which is more stable. Now people should understand why the arrow shot There are feathers on the back? It makes sense), almost horizontally into the human body; the third is that the trajectory of the ricochet is completely different from that of direct injection. The bullet directly into the human body does not cause the most damage to the human body. The bullet itself, It’s the shock wave brought by the bullet—it can even turn the tissue ten centimeters around into pieces (American bullets are very light, but the speed of the bullet is extremely high, and when injected from the back, all the abdominal organs can be pushed out from the front. think that is the most inhumane gun!), and the ricochet is obviously different, the energy is lost in the collision. A piece of the bullet core is not only the longitudinal parallel friction marks mentioned by Dao Soul Jian Po, but also a piece of cement that is tightly embedded in the center!I knew from looking at the taxi yesterday that the bullet must have entered through the open window, scraped the seat and entered the young man's body. This time, it is clear how the bullet flew!The only question left is, will the lad survive?
My habit of thinking never believes in any chance, and dialectics tells me that there is an inevitability behind any chance. But this time I really can only think it was too much of a coincidence: I found people with matching blood types that afternoon, and there were two of them at once: one was an armed police soldier who had just joined the army, and the other was actually a blacksmith. The director of the laboratory took the blood sample several times in a row. I felt his voice trembled when he reported the results, and there seemed to be something flickering under his thick glasses. So the comrades in the blacksmith's department spontaneously lined up to see him off and went downstairs to collect blood. Everyone congratulated him for winning the grand prize, because this blood type was so rare. Everyone thought it would be a happy ending, but unexpectedly something unpleasant happened later. The thing was like this: the young man lost a lot of blood, and the hospital decided to take 1,200 milliliters of blood, and the two young men who donated blood thought they should donate blood 800 milliliters, the other one can only offer 400 milliliters, the two of them actually got into a fight. I think this matter is the fault of the blacksmith. Although he has grown close to me, I still can't defend him. When arguing with the little soldier of the armed police, he first showed off his biceps, and then pointed his finger at the little soldier's chest, and said in a sneering tone: "How old are you? Seventeen? The hair hasn't grown yet." Right?" How could the young man bear this?Taking a step back, he opened his posture and prepared to fight the blacksmith. I was going to stand between the two of them to resolve this completely unnecessary dispute; who knew that before I could move away, the coquettish scolding of the little nurse next to me and the upside-down willow eyebrows played a role, and the two were a little bit like bullfighting. The young men with excess energy immediately lay obediently on the hospital bed, and I raised my hands in favor of the beautiful nurse's wise decision: two people will each get 600. To this day, the thought of this little nurse who ended up being the blacksmith's wife gives me a stomach ache, and it hurts. The blood injected into the young man's body soon had a miraculous effect: the young man's body seemed to be improving day by day, and on the seventh day he even started doing radio gymnastics. At this time, another piece of good news came. The last warhead was also found. I really admire the eyesight of an old criminal policeman—he actually found something wrong with a branch of a tree nearly 100 meters away. The last warhead was found on the ground, and everyone judged from the direction of the shooting that only the ricochet that hit the guardrail was the culprit. Of course, it took two or three wheelers to transport all the broken metal found at this time. Soon, the young man will be discharged from the hospital, so another matter must be on the agenda: the issue of compensation for the young man. The political cadres of the Legislative Affairs Office accepted this hot potato and brought some condolences to see the young man. After exchanging pleasantries for a long time, he finally got to the point. Unexpectedly, the young man laughed and said, "I have wanted to be a policeman since I was a child, and now I have police blood in my body. What do I have to pay?" I figured it out, the boy’s smooth recovery is actually not a simple event, he has endured too much care: from the society, from the hospital, from the news media, from his girlfriend, from his mother... so much care is carried in a On the human body, do you think he can not recover?Can he give back to this world without love?
The boy who was shot was taken to the blacksmith's hospital. The bureau asked the hospital to do everything possible to rescue the young man at any cost. I also called the blacksmith and asked him to take over the patient himself. I heard that the boy had been shot in the lung and was about to have surgery, so it wasn't my turn to be there, so I went to the scene of the shooting to see if I could figure it out. Seeing the environment near the highway exit, I knew why I chose to kill the gangsters here: this is an open area, the highway is on a viaduct, more than ten meters above the ground, and the surrounding exits in all directions form a beautiful arc, the entire exit covers an area of several square kilometers. The surrounding greenery is also done well, with grass and trees everywhere. Exactly how many shots the gangsters fired was difficult to determine precisely: they were not issued with ammunition and were killed. Fortunately, from the analysis of the direction, most of them were police guns: according to the driving direction, the police shot to the right, and the possibility of the robber's bullet rebounding 180 degrees was unlikely. The police knew exactly how many shots they fired, just subtract the returned bullets from the issued bullets: thirty-two rounds. There were nineteen bullets in the robber's car and body, five more were found at the scene, and eight more were missing. I only know that at least three of the eight were ricochets, and two bounced off the ground, guardrails The last one left deep ricochet marks, but I couldn't find where it jumped. As soon as I saw this scene, I started to mutter: eight bullets that disappeared!In such a large place, when shooting in motion, there are many obstacles such as trees and advertisements, how do you find the bullet?God knows which direction they will fly: In theory, even soft water or muddy ground can ricochet as long as the angle of incidence is small enough. Think back to when you were a child and "floated" with stones, you will know. Sure enough, after dozens of people were busy all day, the eight missing bullets were still missing, and the metal detectors found more than a dozen catties of broken copper and iron. Although the leader gave a death order to find every warhead, I don't have much confidence. So I had to trouble the blacksmith again. Fortunately, I had already informed him and asked him to videotape the operation.
When I found the blacksmith, he was talking in the nurse's office, dancing, and his voice was quite high; I thought it was some nurse who didn't faithfully carry out his doctor's orders or something, but after listening for a long time, I realized that it was the young man who did it. There is an urgent need for blood for surgery, and the blood bank does not have that type of blood: the blacksmith is pouring out all his complaints about the blood bank to the head nurse. "Usually when you call for blood, they come right away! Other people's blood is donated, they make money, and they run faster than rabbits! Now there is a rare blood type, in a word: no! This is not rushing to the front with me, the rear Don’t you give me bullets!” “Bang!” As I spoke, the blacksmith’s fist landed on the desk, and I hurried to check the desk: Fortunately, one of the teacup lids fell off, and the desk was fine. To be honest, I'm not too worried about the blacksmith's fist. I hurried to the intensive care unit to look at the young man. I heard that he was a salesman for a medical equipment company. He went to the provincial capital yesterday to run business. I didn't expect to meet such an unfortunate incident. At this moment, he was lying on the hospital bed, the head of the bed was swung very high, his face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, a thick silicone tube on his chest was connected to the water-sealed bottle on the bedside, and the water-sealed bottle It was bubbling—it seemed that he was breathing well, and the blood loss was indeed serious. The wall is covered with paper cranes, and the person who is holding his hand tightly by the hospital bed must be the author of Thousand Paper Cranes—his girlfriend, she must have been up all night last night, and she was folding these paper cranes, right?The other sitting next to him must have been his mother, who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief. I arrived on the front foot, and the blacksmith followed me on the back foot. He complained while explaining his condition to me. It turned out that the bullet had been shot through the shoulder blade and injured the upper lobe of the left lung during the operation yesterday. So the hospital immediately sent a chest doctor to the stage. Waiting in the operating room. During the operation, more than 1,000 milliliters of pleural hemorrhage was found, so the left upper lobe of the left lung had to be resected immediately. No, does the young man still have a closed drainage tube hanging on his chest?There is a potential cavity between the human lungs and the chest wall, called the pleural cavity. Once the cavity is opened in thoracic surgery, a tube that only ventilates but not inhales must be inserted to expel the air. Otherwise, the chest wall will perform breathing movements and the lungs will Will not follow. For emergency surgery, there is no blood preparation before the operation. During the operation, a check: ABRH negative!The blood bank doesn't have this kind of blood at all, and neither does the provincial blood station. The blacksmith is dumbfounded!I know that low-molecular-weight dextran and other plasma substitutes cannot solve the fundamental problem. Of course, the blood bank cannot be blamed for this. It is difficult to collect this blood type, and there is a deadline for collecting it. The blacksmith and I both frowned. Looking at the boy's urine bag, it was less than 100 milliliters in 24 hours. If this continues, the boy will induce renal failure due to hypovolemic shock!
This matter is not a joke, if the blood is not found, the young man's life will be in danger!Before I even had time to look at the bullets I took out, I immediately hung up the call to the director: the director asked me how many blood types there are, and I answered a number: three out of ten thousand. I am not exaggerating the fact: the young man’s blood type is indeed a rare blood type: there are not many AB blood types, accounting for only about 3% of the population, and the Rh negative blood type is only 2-3% of the population, so the ABRh negative blood type You can't find three out of ten thousand people. This means that it is useless to recruit a few people at random, it can only call for blood donation on a large scale. So the leader quickly made a decision: First, the public security, firefighting, and armed police called for blood tests on a large scale. At the same time, they asked the media to help broadcast the news on various radio stations, and the TV stations also quickly inserted emergency help information. Don't underestimate the power of the modern media, people will soon ask for a blood test. The first one to arrive was the brother who heard the broadcast, and he came with the passengers; then people came one after another, and the most touching thing was a pregnant woman with a big belly, although she repeatedly claimed that she was ABRh Negative blood type, we still took a taxi to send her back. When the police arrived under the leadership of the Political Department, people who asked for blood donations formed a long queue, so they mixed together and lined up regardless of whether they were policemen or civilians. Several people they knew originally chatted like brothers. What, the cheerful laughter seemed to drive away the haze in front of him immediately. This harmonious situation obviously moved the hospital, and the hospital decided to send a team headed by the director of the laboratory to test the blood type; they decided to provide free lunch for all those who came to do the voluntary blood test, but most of them left a phone call and said nothing. He left without saying a word; even many medical staff joined the blood test team, blacksmith was one of them, he said he had been a surgeon for so many years and went downstairs before he knew what his blood type was, I can guarantee him Abuse of power: Judging from the fact that he came back within three minutes, he didn't even line up. I donated blood before, and knew that I couldn't help much, so I quickly took advantage of this opportunity and asked the blacksmith to bring over the bullets he took out. I went to see the young man's wound, and went to the pathology department to see the resected upper lobe of the left lung. Combining these items, I dare to say categorically: It's a ricochet!This is how I judged: first of all, there is more than one entrance for the bullet, and besides the main entrance, there are several small entrances for broken shrapnel: this is caused by the fragmentation of the bullet after violent impact with a hard object (the broken shrapnel also enters the human body); the second is that the largest injection port is in the shape of a "T" instead of the usual round hole. This shows that the bullet has long lost its rotation and stability along its long axis due to severe friction before it is shot into the human body (this is the function of the rifling: let the bullet rotate and move forward, which is more stable. Now people should understand why the arrow shot There are feathers on the back? It makes sense), almost horizontally into the human body; the third is that the trajectory of the ricochet is completely different from that of direct injection. The bullet directly into the human body does not cause the most damage to the human body. The bullet itself, It’s the shock wave brought by the bullet—it can even turn the tissue ten centimeters around into pieces (American bullets are very light, but the speed of the bullet is extremely high, and when injected from the back, all the abdominal organs can be pushed out from the front. think that is the most inhumane gun!), and the ricochet is obviously different, the energy is lost in the collision. A piece of the bullet core is not only the longitudinal parallel friction marks mentioned by Dao Soul Jian Po, but also a piece of cement that is tightly embedded in the center!I knew from looking at the taxi yesterday that the bullet must have entered through the open window, scraped the seat and entered the young man's body. This time, it is clear how the bullet flew!The only question left is, will the lad survive?
My habit of thinking never believes in any chance, and dialectics tells me that there is an inevitability behind any chance. But this time I really can only think it was too much of a coincidence: I found people with matching blood types that afternoon, and there were two of them at once: one was an armed police soldier who had just joined the army, and the other was actually a blacksmith. The director of the laboratory took the blood sample several times in a row. I felt his voice trembled when he reported the results, and there seemed to be something flickering under his thick glasses. So the comrades in the blacksmith's department spontaneously lined up to see him off and went downstairs to collect blood. Everyone congratulated him for winning the grand prize, because this blood type was so rare. Everyone thought it would be a happy ending, but unexpectedly something unpleasant happened later. The thing was like this: the young man lost a lot of blood, and the hospital decided to take 1,200 milliliters of blood, and the two young men who donated blood thought they should donate blood 800 milliliters, the other one can only offer 400 milliliters, the two of them actually got into a fight. I think this matter is the fault of the blacksmith. Although he has grown close to me, I still can't defend him. When arguing with the little soldier of the armed police, he first showed off his biceps, and then pointed his finger at the little soldier's chest, and said in a sneering tone: "How old are you? Seventeen? The hair hasn't grown yet." Right?" How could the young man bear this?Taking a step back, he opened his posture and prepared to fight the blacksmith. I was going to stand between the two of them to resolve this completely unnecessary dispute; who knew that before I could move away, the coquettish scolding of the little nurse next to me and the upside-down willow eyebrows played a role, and the two were a little bit like bullfighting. The young men with excess energy immediately lay obediently on the hospital bed, and I raised my hands in favor of the beautiful nurse's wise decision: two people will each get 600. To this day, the thought of this little nurse who ended up being the blacksmith's wife gives me a stomach ache, and it hurts. The blood injected into the young man's body soon had a miraculous effect: the young man's body seemed to be improving day by day, and on the seventh day he even started doing radio gymnastics. At this time, another piece of good news came. The last warhead was also found. I really admire the eyesight of an old criminal policeman—he actually found something wrong with a branch of a tree nearly 100 meters away. The last warhead was found on the ground, and everyone judged from the direction of the shooting that only the ricochet that hit the guardrail was the culprit. Of course, it took two or three wheelers to transport all the broken metal found at this time. Soon, the young man will be discharged from the hospital, so another matter must be on the agenda: the issue of compensation for the young man. The political cadres of the Legislative Affairs Office accepted this hot potato and brought some condolences to see the young man. After exchanging pleasantries for a long time, he finally got to the point. Unexpectedly, the young man laughed and said, "I have wanted to be a policeman since I was a child, and now I have police blood in my body. What do I have to pay?" I figured it out, the boy’s smooth recovery is actually not a simple event, he has endured too much care: from the society, from the hospital, from the news media, from his girlfriend, from his mother... so much care is carried in a On the human body, do you think he can not recover?Can he give back to this world without love?