What's it like to see an accidental death?

Just as the epidemic recovered, I experienced the scene of death again. But I'm not sure. The injured person I saw at that time was already dead.

One noon in March, I'm going out to buy some snacks and hoard them at home. A residential area about 700m away from the vegetable market, a 20-story building, had an accident.

At that time, almost no one gathered there. I just feel weird. Such a big and wide road, how can no one walk without a car? I walked straight ahead, and several people around me looked at me with strange eyes, embarrassed.

I saw a girl with a height of 165 lying there, her arms flat on both sides, her legs crossed, her hair hanging down at will, lying there quietly, and her skin was surprisingly white.

My inner thought at that time was, which clothing store's plaster statue is in the way here?

The girl is all white and stiff, and she doesn't look like a living person at all

Take a closer look.

Boy, I'm not afraid of death.

The girl is pale and her lips are purple. Looking up, a pink liquid flowed down the road (I really didn't expect the blood flowing from my head to be different from our usual blood, it was really pink), and I was only one step away from that girl.

Many people began to gather around, but no one dared to go forward. They just took photos with their mobile phones and chattered about something.

My mind is blank, and my feet seem to be tied. I just stared at her, and she just lay there quietly, feeling that her existence was just talk after dinner tonight.

I just remembered to call the police and an ambulance, but I couldn't find my mobile phone all over my body in a hurry. The more anxious people are, the more likely they are to screw things up. I had to call for help everywhere, let the masses call the police and call an ambulance.

Sadly, no one paid attention to me at all. They just stood by and took pictures with their mobile phones.

I had no choice but to keep looking. Finally, I turned to my mobile phone on the side of the inner layer of my bag and called the police for an ambulance.

A few minutes later, the younger brother of a pharmacy not far away said that an ambulance had been called, so it was good to call the police.

There were more and more people around me, and I just stood there with my feet still. At first, I was very scared. On second thought, I am both distressed and angry. Why is a living person lying there watching and no one helping her?

I still remember a bold middle-aged man in his forties coming up to me and patting the girl's face with his mobile phone. I was so angry that I directly reprimanded the middle-aged man (in Sichuan dialect, I probably mean, patting the hammer to climb away) and told him to get out. He just left angrily and didn't forget to stare at me before he left.

A few minutes later, the police car arrived first, began to block the scene, pulled up the cordon, let the onlookers retreat and began to collect evidence. Then the ambulance came. First, two doctors got off the bus. One is responsible for cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and the other uses an oxygen bag to deliver oxygen to the girl.

I don't know what the final result is. Other doctors got out of the car, carried the girl on a stretcher and left. The crowd also dispersed. The police pulled me to ask a few questions, and I left.

I don't know if the girl committed suicide by jumping off a building or accidentally fell down. Either way, I don't want her to know that at the moment when she fell to the ground, so many people didn't lend her a helping hand, but joined in the fun and took her as a joke.

I hope we can all be kind people.