Wine and Gun

He calmly explained to the people standing in the corridor: "When she fell, she hit a lot of scaffolding steel bars. On the one hand, I have to admit that it did act as a buffer, but on the other hand, it gave her Her bones were irreversibly scarred - she should have hit those bars with her legs, luckily, if it was her back hitting those bars, she'd be paralyzed now. But now her two The legs were all comminuted fractures, and the left leg was especially severe: the bones were too broken to be fixed with nails or plates, and one of the open fractures showed signs of infection already."

Hardy swallowed bitterly and asked, "...So?"

"We will amputate the left leg from below the knee. We can try to save several fractures in the thigh. It is impossible to repair the bones in the calf. This is also to avoid a more serious infection." The doctor said, looking down at his hand "In addition, the condition of the right leg is not very good. We will observe it in these days. If the situation continues to deteriorate, the right leg must also be amputated. of."

Wallis was trembling without a doubt, and Albarino glanced at Herstal who was standing beside him, his lips pursed tightly and his face was cold. Then again, he never knew exactly what Herstal's attitude towards Olga was - he wasn't supposed to be "friends" with a profiler, which is ironic, isn't it?

"In addition, there is another news that must be notified to you." It turned out that this was obviously not over, and the doctor continued, "Officer, you said that after she fell down some floors, her clothes were hung on the protruding scaffolding, right? "

Hardy's face was pale, obviously reluctant to recall the situation at that time. He gestured helplessly and replied, "Yes, it's her scarf...but that almost suffocated her, she wasn't breathing when I rescued her, I gave her artificial respiration. "

"You're doing the right thing." The doctor nodded and continued, "Under normal circumstances, being caught by something like a rope during the fall...it's likely to directly break the patient's spine, but her The spine and spinal cord were not damaged, and I think it was due to the cushioning effect of the previous barrier. But apparently the cloth was severely compressing the neck blood vessels and airway after she was caught."

Albarino suddenly realized what the other party was actually talking about. He finally frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong with her EEG?"

"The waveform is scattered." The doctor nodded, "Although such a judgment needs to be made very cautiously, we may need to spend several weeks of repeated visits to reach a conclusion, but I have an obligation to remind you of the worst possibility - and not Speaking of the patient's legs, I now suspect she is in a deep, pathological disturbance of consciousness."

He paused and glanced at the others standing in the hallway.

"—that is, a vegetative person."

WLPD's coffee is terrible, and hospital coffee, it turns out, isn't that good either.

Lavasa McCard was standing in front of a coin-operated coffee machine, trying to snatch a steel peg from his pocket. But I don't know if it was because he didn't have the habit of carrying change or he was just so unlucky that he found nothing.

Then a hand suddenly appeared in front of him, with a coin lying in the palm of it, and the portrait of George Washington gleaming on it.

McCard was silently startled, but when he looked up, there was nothing on his face. He looked at the man who was leaning against the humming machine smilingly - it was Albarino Bacchus.

"Why didn't you go to the waiting room? Or are you planning to come and take a look and leave immediately?" Albarino asked.

"I suspect the current Officer Hardy might not want to see me very much," McCard said after a moment of silence, then calmly admitted, "He's going to think that Molozer is my fault, and I guess he's going to be pissed about it. "

Albarino blinked: "Is that so?"

"I made a wrong judgment because of incomplete information. In a sense, it did interfere with your rescue mission and put his wife and daughter in danger. I have no need to admit it." De nodded slightly, his voice was flat, "But there is no necessary causal relationship between the series of delays caused by my misjudgment and Molozer's fall."

"Very rational judgment," said Albarino, "but also very impersonal—I see why you didn't go in."

"Like the law," McCard went on, in a tone that didn't reveal much emotion.

"Is this how you judge everything? It's like the old-fashioned trolley problem, no matter why someone appears on the track, it's purely because there are fewer people who can be saved, so let the train go where?" Al Ballino asked, and the long smile on his lips made him feel a little uneasy.

McArd gave him a deep look: "Isn't there anything wrong with putting aside the moral dilemma that one might get into?"

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