Inside the police station infirmary.
Mu Jinjin sat on a white hospital bed with her pupils lost and looked ahead, two medical policemen stood on the edge of the bed, one holding a medical iron basin containing various bandaging tools, and the other leaning over to wipe the blood on her forehead with a disinfectant cotton in her hand.
After the doctor wiped the blood on her head, he turned his head and put the cotton full of blood in his hand on the doctor's medical iron basin behind him, then took the hemostatic strap on the medical iron basin, tore open the packaging of the hemostatic band, put the useless packaging back on the medical iron basin, and then held both sides of the strap with both hands and pasted it on the wound on her forehead.
"Uh."
She couldn't help but scream in pain, and her face crumpled, because the tourniquet had a spicy and painful irritation when it was applied to the wound, as if someone had sprinkled salt on her wound.
"Miss Rister is very uncomfortable," the medic asked her with concern as he put the other strap on her, "because there is some medicine to stop bleeding and reduce swelling at the back of this bandage, so it will be painful at first, but it will be fine after a while."
Miss Rist, bear with me any longer."
"I'm fine, thank you."
She squeezed out a smile palely, but it was barely more ugly than crying.
The medic sighed, stood up and walked away without saying anything, and the other medic left after him.
Mu Jinjin turned his head to look at the back of the two of them leaving, and he didn't understand why they left so quickly.
It wasn't until she saw two police officers walking this way outside the infirmary door that she understood.
It turns out that someone is going to arrest her and put her in jail No wonder the two medics left so quickly.
After all, who would want to see such an unlucky picture When she smiled wryly, the two officers had already walked up to her.
As she had made a mistake but was still honorable, the two officers did not dare to offend her in any way, and when they came up to her, the first woman said to her in unison, "Miss Lister, have a good evening."
Then the officer who took the lead stood up straight and went straight to the point and said to her.
"Miss Lister, since your wound has been bandaged, is it time to go with us to that place?"
the officer asked as he looked at her and stopped talking, not daring to say the word prison.
But even if the police officer didn't say it, Mu Jinjin understood what the place the police officer was talking about.
Isn't it a prison?
Isn't it the hell that never sees the light of day?
So what's there to be afraid of But even if she can not be afraid of the night, even if she can not be afraid of the dark, even if she can not be afraid of loneliness, even if she is not afraid of fear.
But she is so real, she really can't let go of her dear father who is still seriously ill and has spoiled her for the rest of her life.
It's true, it's true, I can't let go of the hundreds of poor crew members who are locked up in Australia and believe that she depends on her.
But now that I still talk about this, I still think about what is the point of this, everything has long been a foregone conclusion.
She didn't want to make it difficult for the officer, so she nodded tearfully as a tacit acquiescence and stood up on the bed to support herself.
She straightened up and reached out to wipe away her tears, then walked out of the glass door first, the two officers following her.
Ten minutes later.
Two police officers took her to the temporary detention center of the police station, took her to the last cell, stopped, opened the door of the cell with the key, and turned sideways to let her in. oshow7 t1706231537: