[Female Death Row Inmate Series - Doctor Hu Ping]

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I came to the execution ground today just to watch the spectacle.
Our transplant technology has become quite advanced in recent years; basically, our hospital performs several
transplant surgeries every time someone is executed.
Having seen so many executions, I'm not as shocked as I used to be.
When it's not related to my own surgery, I no longer pretend to help out in a white coat like I did when I first came,
just to watch the excitement.
But today is different. Apparently, there are four donors today, one of whom is a woman.
I guess this woman must be Yang Yan; she killed her husband last year, and it should be
time for her execution by now.
So, I think the woman to be executed today is very likely Yang Yan.
Because of this, I spoke with Director Jia of the surgery department yesterday, saying I wanted to go with them to watch the spectacle.
Director Jia, upon hearing my suggestion yesterday, replied with a smile, "Young Master Hu wants to visit his female classmate tomorrow?
Yang Yan, the woman who killed her husband, is your classmate, right? She'll be there tomorrow too."
"Really?" I replied with a smile.
"She was the prettiest girl in our class back then. I really have to go see her off."
"Did Young Master Hu pursue her?"
"Hehe, Director Jia, I still want to live a few more years."
"Ah, ah, I misspoke, I misspoke. Come tomorrow, you can lend me a hand."
My dad is the director of the Health Bureau, and everyone at the hospital is very polite to me.
Actually, I did pass a note to Yang Yan when I graduated, but nothing came of it.
I guess it was because Li Yunfeng and I were spying on her in the toilet that time, and she found out.
Damn it, fine if she ignores me, anyway, I've seen her most private parts.
Don't be fooled by her arrogant goddess-like demeanor in class, she just poops and pees like everyone else.
I remember once during PE class, during free time, I saw Yang Yan hurrying towards the toilets outside the playground.
I guessed she might be going to the toilet, so I slipped in through the men's toilet entrance before her.
I had just stuck the small mirror down when I saw a large, white buttock squatting down. I watched as her pink anus
twitched, followed by a series of splattering sounds!
A gush of runny feces gushed from that white buttock, splattering
tiny yellow dots all over her buttocks and pubic hair around her anus, even landing two dots on my small mirror.
My classmates all said Yang Yan was flirtatious, but not the kind who flirted with boys; rather, she was a haughty,
aloof woman who made all the boys fantasize and indulge in endless fantasies.
But regardless of what others fantasized about her, I had truly seen her most private parts.
Yes, and my best friend at the time, Li Yunfeng.
We peeked at her in the bathroom several times, but unfortunately, she always caught us.
When I first graduated, I kept thinking, if she hadn't discovered my peeping, would we have started dating?
It wasn't until later, when rumors spread that she was dating our PE teacher, that I slowly began to forget about her.
Last year, I suddenly heard that Yang Yan had committed murder. She and her lover killed her husband and then burned the body to cover their tracks.
Hearing this news was like suddenly seeing the World Trade Center crash – utterly shocking
.
Yang Yan, the proud and aloof Yang Yan? She really was promiscuous? And murdered her husband for adultery?
My immediate thought was, would she be executed? I couldn't believe Yang Yan would kneel on the execution ground, her
head blown off, and then, like the female death row inmates I saw in medical school, her body thrown to the ground like a dead pig
…
I first witnessed an execution when I was a sophomore in medical school.
We were studying anatomy.
I'm naturally brave and not afraid of dissections, so I got along well with my anatomy professor.
One day, he approached me and said, "Tomorrow, find a few classmates and go to the execution ground with me. Our
school has acquired some corpses; help me move them back. Find a few brave guys."
The next day, I called a few buddies, and we went to the execution ground with the professor.
That day, more than a dozen people were to be executed.
When we arrived at the execution ground, the prisoners hadn't arrived yet.
June 26th was International Day Against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking, and most of these death row inmates were drug traffickers.
So, a grand public sentencing rally was held for them. Perhaps the post-rally parade was a bit slow; we
arrived more than half an hour earlier than them.
The execution ground was already under police control. Since we were from a related unit, our car went directly into the execution ground.
While waiting, I looked around. The execution ground was a wide valley, but the entrance was narrow, with several policemen
blocking passersby.
Inside the valley, a dozen or so white circles were drawn along the hillside, each with a
small wooden sign about two meters in front, bearing a number and a name.
It seemed these were the locations where each death row inmate would die.
With nothing else to do, I looked at the names on the signs and suddenly saw a very feminine name—
Wu Fangfang.
"Is she a woman?" I quietly asked the teacher leading the group beside me.
"Yes, it's a woman. She and her friend seduced and murdered someone, not drug dealers. There are
two of them among these bodies. You'll be carrying this later." The teacher casually assigned me my task.
Soon, the sirens of police cars echoed from the highway outside. In the blink of an eye, a long line of various vehicles
came to a stop on the road beside the mountain valley.
Seven or eight large trucks were transporting the death row inmates, each carrying two prisoners. As
soon as the trucks stopped, the armed police officers on board lowered the tailgates, several officers jumped out, and the remaining
officers escorted the prisoners to the back of the trucks.
Most of the prisoners remained calm.
Sure enough, there were two female prisoners, both appearing to be only in their early twenties.
One was wearing a black short-sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans.
She was tall and slender, and although she could still stand, her face was deathly pale.
A small piece of cloth hung on her chest, marked "04 Liu Min". Another female prisoner had a fox-like face,
and even in this situation, her eyes still occasionally revealed a hint of charm.
Her ponytail was tied with a light green velvet hoop, giving her a somewhat fresh look.
She wore a light purple short-sleeved shirt and faded jeans. Although not tall, about 1.62 meters
, she had a large bottom.
The name on the cloth strip on her chest was indeed Wu Fangfang.
It seemed she was the corpse I would be carrying later.
Soon, all the death row inmates were taken off the vehicle and dragged to stand in white circles.
Perhaps because they were in the same case, Liu Min stood next to Wu Fangfang.
The two judges began to ask each inmate for their last words, taking photos of each one.
My teacher whispered beside me, "This is to verify their identities."
At this moment, the entire execution ground was quiet.
Only the judges' questions and the clicks of the cameras could be heard.
Just after the judges finished questioning Liu Min, I suddenly heard a sharp hissing sound, like the sound of tearing cloth.
Soon, I noticed a wet patch under Wu Fangfang's plump buttocks.
All the death row inmates were obedient when they knelt down. The escorting armed police seemed to barely move, and each inmate
knelt cooperatively.
Liu Min's kneeling posture was very straight, with her head held high and chest out. Because of her short sleeves, the rope made her arm muscles
bulge.
Wu Fangfang, on the other hand, knelt with her legs wide apart, her large buttocks pressing down on her calves, and she could barely lift her head
.
With a command, more than a dozen guns opened fire almost simultaneously.
Liu Min paused for a moment, then immediately straightened her back. Blood gushed from her head,
she swayed a couple of times, and suddenly fell backward.
Her tightly bound arms pressed under her body, making her chest rise high.
One leg was pressed under her buttocks, and the other leg was half-extended outwards.
Because of the rope binding her legs, the leg pressed under her buttocks was quickly pulled out by the other leg.
Then, both legs began to kick incessantly, and her hips twitched intermittently.
Gradually, a wet patch appeared around her genitals.
Her already pale face turned ashen, her mouth agape as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
Wu Fangfang, on the other hand, fell headfirst to the ground at the sound of the gunshot, her plump buttocks sticking up high.
Perhaps her legs were too wide apart when she was kneeling; after falling, her face was on the ground, her buttocks sticking up, and she didn't fall.
Only her hands, bound behind her back, trembled incessantly.
Soon, the forensic doctor began the autopsy.
When he got to Liu Min, the forensic doctor looked at her, then suddenly kicked her hard in the groin. Liu
Min twitched violently, let out a groan, and seemed to shed tears.
A policeman nearby said, "She doesn't seem quite dead yet, should we give her another shot?"
The forensic doctor shook his head and said, "Don't rush."
He raised his foot and suddenly stomped down on her chest between her high breasts.
The female prisoner convulsed, and blood gushed from her mouth.
A few seconds later, the forensic doctor stomped again, this time the female prisoner was basically still.
Then, the forensic doctor knelt down and carefully examined Liu Min's pulse and eyes. He wrote something on a piece of paper,
and a policeman took a few photos. Then, he began examining Wu Fangfang, who was still hunched over next to Liu Min.
The forensic doctor bent down, pulled her legs to flatten her, and kicked her twice. Aside from
a slight twitch in her buttocks, there was basically no other movement.
Meanwhile, the other students had begun carrying their respective bodies to our vehicle. Liu Min
was already on a stretcher.
Finally, the forensic doctor finished examining Wu Fangfang, the death row inmate in front of me.
I quickly helped my partner and I put Wu Fangfang's body onto the stretcher we had brought.
This was my first time carrying a condemned prisoner at an execution ground, and I only realized then that a recently executed prisoner was much
heavier than I had imagined.
Looking at Wu Fangfang, who wasn't very tall, I initially thought she wouldn't be heavy. However,
when I lifted her legs, she almost pulled me down. I stumbled and nearly fell on top of her, just in time to meet her bloodied, bullet-riddled
face. The sight sent a chill down my spine.
It turned out that the bodies of recently executed prisoners were still limp and, unlike living people, couldn't maintain their balance. When my
classmate and I lifted her by the legs and shoulders, her buttocks and waist would sag, making her feel
much heavier than a living person.
Fortunately, we only needed to place her on a stretcher and carry her to our car.
Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere of the execution ground, no one spoke much on the way back.
The car stopped directly in front of our anatomy department.
This time, we were assigned a total of four corpses: two women and two men. The two men were likely
drug dealers; they were both very young.
We simply threw all four corpses on the ground.
The teacher went inside and retrieved a large pair of scissors and a roll of tubing.
He then began cutting the clothes off Wu Fangfang's body.
When we threw Wu Fangfang's body down, she was lying face down. The teacher decisively cut
the numerous ropes binding her.
Starting from one shoulder, he cut all the way down to her armpit, then repeated the process on the other side. Soon,
the clothes on her back were reduced to a single piece of cloth.
The teacher lifted the cut piece, revealing a pale, white back.
Then, he continued cutting her trouser legs from her waist.
After cutting both legs open, he ripped off the remaining pieces, revealing a large, white, plump buttocks exposed to the light
of day.
Wu Fangfang's buttocks were very white and full, and in the crevice between her buttocks, there was a mixture of yellowish excrement.
The teacher connected the tubing to a nearby tap and began washing Wu Fangfang's body.
As the water flowed, gushes of excrement and urine were washed out from her legs and buttocks. Once
the water on the ground was mostly clear of the yellowish substance, the teacher kicked Wu Fangfang's body over.
Her torn clothes lay on the wet ground, and Wu Fangfang's naked body
lay sprawled before everyone.
Seeing this pale, white body, I realized that Wu Fangfang's figure was truly sexy.
Her smooth abdomen remained fair and tender even now, her navel large and round, her breasts still erect,
with a dark areola and nipples the size of dates in the center.
Perhaps due to blood loss from the execution, the areolas and nipples were somewhat dull in color.
Her broad hips and full breasts gave her waist a graceful curve, and the most beautiful feature was the small
inverted triangle below her abdomen, with sparse but not dense pubic hair, and half of her vulva clearly visible beneath it.
Thinking of the men who died at her hands, drugged and killed because of her body, it seemed they truly
died under the peony flower.
The teacher continued washing the body, cleaning the blood from the head and the mud from the face.
After cleaning, Wu Fangfang's wounds didn't seem so horrific; the bullet had likely entered from the back of her head and
exited near the bridge of her nose, the bullet hole not large, and her face largely unharmed.
Perhaps the naked corpse was too conspicuous, because the teacher said to me, who was watching from the side, "Carry this body
to the dissection room and put it on the table."
My classmates and I quickly got a stretcher. This time we were more experienced, so we didn't try to lift the body. Instead, we
placed the stretcher next to the body and then manually turned it onto the stretcher.
While turning it, I intentionally supported the soft, white buttocks of the body with my hand, feeling that her buttocks were really
plump and smooth.
Once inside the dissection room, we dumped the body onto the dissection table with a thud, like a lump of pork falling
onto the table.
When we came out of the dissection building, the teacher was already washing the body of the woman named Liu Min.
I noticed that Liu Min's buttocks weren't covered in yellow stuff like Wu Fangfang's had been, so I assumed that
although she had also lost control of her bladder during the execution, she had only urinated.
When the teacher was washing her buttocks, she kicked her legs apart, and I suddenly noticed that there was
a hard, black stool stuck in her anus.
It seemed that she was constipated and hadn't passed a stool.
Liu Min's body was longer than the previous one, with thick, dark pubic hair that extended all the way to her dark anus
.
There was a large purple bruise on her chest, and if you looked closely, there were also bruises under her groin, though
less noticeable due to the thick pubic hair.
This was the first time I had seen a corpse executed by firing squad in medical school. In the years that followed, I encountered
many male and female corpses during anatomy classes, but frankly, none were as well-proportioned or beautiful as these two.
Would Yang Yan, like the two female death row inmates I had seen years ago, obediently
kneel down and wait to be shot? Would she struggle? Would the former class beauty also end up as a lump of white, lifeless flesh…?
I stood next to Director Jia at the execution ground, waiting and speculating.
Just as I was lost in thought, a large convoy of vehicles arrived at the execution ground.
Dozens of people got out of the vehicles—some in court uniforms, some in prosecutor's uniforms, and some in police uniforms.
Among this group of people, I suddenly spotted a familiar figure—Li Yunfeng. He was wearing
a prosecutor's uniform today, talking to a group of people from the court.
He was here too; he had come to see Yang Yan's final moments.
Back in school, we used to sneak up on her, but years later, this was how we'd witness her end.
We doctors tried to be as discreet as possible at the execution ground; after all, it wasn't a high-profile affair.
Even though I saw Li Yunfeng, I stood at a distance with Director Jia, not going to greet him
.
The four death row inmates were being led off the vehicle, each still able to walk.
I saw Yang Yan was the last in line.
With her eyes downcast, she obediently stood on the white line at the side.
Without anyone reminding her, she knelt on the ground.
Seeing our former goddess in such a disheveled state, my heart stirred, and I unconsciously became aroused.
Today, Yang Yan looked quite sexy. She wore a white sweater with large vents that revealed glimpses
of her fair skin, and brown pants that tightly hugged her hips.
Her arms were bound behind her back, making her large breasts stand out.
Kneeling on the ground, her head slightly lowered, her entire figure was incredibly alluring.
Several judges from the court, after asking for her last words and taking her pre-execution photo, stepped aside.
Four armed police officers stepped forward, raising their guns to the backs of the four death row inmates' heads.
I stared intently at Yang Yan, feeling her trembling with tension.
Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.
At a command, the four guns fired almost simultaneously.
Yang Yan plunged headfirst into the pit in front of her, her face pressed against the ground,
blood gushing from the back of her head.
Her round buttocks were raised high in the air, her hands bound behind her back with their fingers spread wide.
She remained like this for several seconds before her body began to fall to her side.
Then came a violent tremor, her legs kicking incessantly, her tightly bound arms
twisting as if trying to break free.
Her large buttocks seemed to want to stick out again
, but ultimately failed. The movements gradually weakened, and finally, as if a breath
had been exhaled from her body, her body went limp, with only a slight tremor remaining in
her fingertips. The forensic doctors began examining the body and taking post-mortem photos. I noticed that most of the crowd was standing around Yang Yan's body,
pointing and whispering.
Finally, everyone began to retreat, and several doctors from our hospital carried stretchers to the bodies.
I had come mainly to see Yang Yan, so I went directly to her body.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that after the two forensic doctors had handled her, Yang Yan was basically half-naked.
Her white sweater was rolled up, revealing her
large breasts, each adorned with nipples the size of dates.
From her chest down was her white belly, and her pants were pulled down to her lower abdomen, exposing half of her dark pubic hair
.
No wonder so many people were staring at her body earlier.
Yang Yan's head had been opened, and a pool of brain matter lay in the crater where she had fallen.
There wasn't much blood on her face, but her mouth was full of dirt.
Because we were collecting her kidneys and liver today, and time was tight, we simply tied a plastic bag around her
head to prevent blood and brain matter from leaking out, placed her on the stretcher we had brought, and rushed to the
surgical cart we had parked nearby.
Today, there were four death row inmates, each donating different organs, so each had their own cart.
I was there to see Yang Yan, so I went straight to her cart, put on gloves, and assisted Director Jia
.
Don't be fooled by Yang Yan's alluring appearance when she was alive; the smell after execution was truly pungent.
The entire surgical cart reeked of a fishy stench, mixed with waves of foul and fecal odors.
It smelled like a slaughterhouse. As
soon as Yang Yan's body was on the cart, we quickly pulled down her pants.
I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing underwear. Her
lower body was completely naked.
Her crotch was full of excrement and urine, and there was a lot of yellow feces on her white buttocks and in her anal crease.
We quickly cleaned her skin, and then Director Jia used a sharp scalpel to make a deep
incision.
He cut from below her chest all the way down to her pubic hair above her lower abdomen.
I saw a thick layer of yellow fat beneath Yang Yan's snow-white abdomen.
Her lower abdomen was really fat.
While Director Jia was working, I was mostly distracted. My mind kept drifting between Yang Yan's pure and
beautiful appearance in school, her large white buttocks I'd seen back then, her recent death throes, and now
this dissected body before me.
My thoughts were racing. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Yang Yan's current state 　　was all because of those two fleshy parts
of her crotch . 　　Thinking this, I couldn't help but stare at her vulva, examining it closely. 　　To be honest, Yang Yan's vulva was quite beautiful; beneath the inverted triangle of pubic hair was a wet, fleshy slit. 　　Even now, her labia majora were still pink and full, and a small patch of light black labia minora peeked out from the half-closed vulva 　　. 　　This is what our classmates fantasized about back then. 　　And Yang Yan ended up like this because of the pleasure she craved from those two pieces of flesh. 　　Just then, Director Jia seemed to have finished removing everything he needed, and glanced at me. 　　"Sigh, this woman's body is really quite good." 　　Saying this, he reached into Yang Yan's dissected abdomen, touching a section of bluish large intestine and stroking it 　　. 　　"Looks like the things inside a beautiful woman's belly are pretty much the same." He then began putting everything back into Yang Yan's abdomen 　　and roughly sewing up the dissected opening. 　　Of the four executed today, three families wanted their ashes. 　　After we collected their donated organs, we sent them directly to the crematorium. 　　As for Yang Yan, because she killed her husband, her husband's family hated her to the core. Her own parents had passed away a few years ago, 　　and she had no siblings. No one claimed her body and ashes from the court, so they were given to our hospital to be used as specimens. 　　At our hospital, we reopened Yang Yan's abdominal cavity, this time carefully removing all her organs 　　, even her genitals were completely removed and preserved in formalin. 　　During the autopsy, I took many photos of her and saved them on my computer. 　　Back home, I picked up my phone and dialed Li Yunfeng's number. 　　Years ago, we shared the pleasure of spying on Yang Yan; this time, I was ready to share with him 　　the final privacy of Yang Yan, the class beauty. 　　The beauty has turned to dust, but the memories of her will live on forever in the internet.

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