Lydia and Hatton are working on the report in Pauline Toby's office when an Asian woman with a bouquet of flowers walks through the hospital door. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She stopped a nurse who was hurrying by and smiled, "Hey! Was there an Asian boy who fell overboard this morning? ”

The nurse glanced at the bouquet and the woman's black hair, and said casually, "You are a family member of the boy?" He was in ward 303. ”

"Thank you!" The woman didn't answer her question about her relationship with Zongheng, and walked straight in the direction of the ward.

When the woman entered the ward, she subconsciously glanced at her, and then moved her gaze back to the ceiling. From being rescued in the sea to now, there have been too many people coming in and out of him for most of the past half a day. They either asked him questions in a language that he didn't understand at all, or did something inexplicable to him with something quaint and weird. If it weren't for the great mental impact, and the feeling that these people have no malicious intent, Zongheng would not let them toss without the slightest resistance! Seeing the woman coming in with a bouquet of flowers, Zongheng only looked at it like the people in front of her, and then didn't bother to pay attention to it.

But as soon as he looked back at the ceiling, he felt that something was wrong—he remembered that this woman looked different from the people who had entered and exited the room before. Her hair is black, and her eyes seem to be black as well.

Zongheng hurriedly turned his head to look at the woman again.

Sure enough, although this woman with flowers in her hand was dressed like the previous Hu people, her appearance was completely Han Chinese.

"Who are you?" Zongheng finally said his first words after falling overboard.

The woman didn't answer, but walked to the side of the bed with a smile and placed the bouquet upright on the cupboard next to the bed.

The woman's actions made Zongheng secretly vigilant. The experience accumulated over a long period of time from birth to death made him keenly aware of the trace of murderous intent hidden in the eyes of women. He quietly moved his hands, and under the cover of the blanket, he was secretly on guard.

Sure enough, at the moment when she put down the bouquet, the woman suddenly pulled out a long thorn from the bottom of the bouquet, raised her hand and stabbed it straight at the chest.

The woman's movements are not unpleasant, not to mention a twelve-year-old child, even if it is an adult, if she is caught off guard, I am afraid that she will hit her in the heart and die. can be a twelve-year-old body, but in his bones is a thirty-year-old adult who has experienced a hundred battles. The moment the woman moved, he also moved. He slammed his left hand, and the whole blanket instantly fell like a strong wind on the woman's head. At the same time, he jerked the edge of the bed with his right hand, and with this tugging, his whole body rolled down from the other side of the bed, and then rolled into the bottom of the bed.

The woman didn't expect Zongheng's reaction to be so fast, she hurriedly pulled away the blanket covering her head, and her originally kind smile had become hideous at this time. With spikes in her backhand, she quickly scanned the room for traces.

It was at this time that Zongheng launched a counterattack. Relying on his thin body, he can make full use of the small space under the bed to move around. He dragged the iron frame under the bed with both hands, and kicked the woman's shin in the face like a pressed spring.

This blow is a real blow with anger. For most of the day, he had been upset by the sudden huge change, and he didn't know where to vent a fire hidden in his heart, and this woman chose to assassinate at this time, just like playing with fire by the powder magazine, and directly blew up Zongheng.

Although the body is only twelve years old, the potential of the anger is stimulated by the vertical and horizontal, and the strength is no less than that of an adult strong man. The moment the two heels kicked on the woman's calf, two almost completely overlapping "clicks" were clearly heard.

In an instant, the woman's calf became a ruler-shaped, and the huge movement caused the sharp fractured stubble to cut the soleus and gastrocnemius muscles, and pierced out of the back of the calf.

Losing the support of her calves, the woman screamed and fell forward. The long stab in her hand stabbed at the bed where Zongheng was still lying just now, piercing the mattress with a "poof", and her sharp head stopped only a finger away from Zongheng's eyes.

Zongheng hurriedly loosened the bed frame, rolled around the lazy donkey, and got out from under the bed.

At this time, the woman's face was already distorted in pain. She lay down on the bed, and when she looked up, she saw Zongheng coming out from under the bed, and her eyes were immediately red like evil spirits.

She cursed loudly as she pulled a black iron dick from her back and aimed it at Zongheng. Before he could see what this was, he saw a flash of fire in front of him, and his body was as if he had been smashed by a giant hammer, and the whole person flew out backwards. Then, he heard a loud "bang".

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When Lydia and Hatton heard the gunshot, they immediately reflexively pulled their guns from their waists and rushed out of the office under each other's cover.

“FBI！ Where to shoot? The two identified themselves as they questioned the panicked doctors and patients in the hallway.

But after asking several people in a row, they were all just fleeing in a panic, and they couldn't tell where the gunshots came from. It wasn't until a second gunshot was heard that the two were able to locate themselves.

Rushing into the ward where the shooting took place, Lydia and Hatton changed their faces at the same time.

I saw that on the hospital bed, a woman was blown out of the head, and she knew at a glance that she would not survive. On the ground not far from the hospital bed, there was an Asian boy who had been shot in the right chest, and red foam gushed from the bloody wound from time to time. It's proof that he's still breathing.

"He's alive!" Lydia recognized at a glance that this was the boy they were looking for. She hurriedly picked up Zongheng and ran desperately to the emergency operating room. Beside her, Hatton held his gun, nervously watching the movement around her, lest another gunman emerge from the crowd.

"Shot in the right chest! 12-year-old boy! Immediate thoracotomy is required! Lydia ran as she instructed the medical staff who had arrived in a hurry.

With no one stopping them or asking any questions, a group of medical staff quickly entered their respective work positions and quickly and methodically prepared for the operation.

Lydia placed her on the operating table and immediately rushed to the operating room, took off her blood-stained coat, and put on her surgical gown.

It was only at this time that doctors questioned her actions.

"I'm an MD from Johns Hopkins University and am qualified to practice medicine! I'm here for surgery! Lydia explained.

Life was at stake, and the doctor didn't have time to verify whether Lydia's words were true or false, but after a little hesitation, he nodded and agreed to Lydia's request. But to be on the safe side, he also followed in as an assistant. As soon as Lydia's surgical skills made him question the slightest, he would immediately expel Lydia and take over the entire operating room.

But after Lydia slashed the first slash, the suspicion in the doctor's eyes vanished without a trace, and she immediately willingly took on the responsibility of an assistant.

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Hatton paced back and forth irritably outside the operating room, like a tiger trapped in a cage. The anger and depression that enveloped him was so palpable that none of the medical staff who rushed by dared to speak to him. Even the local police officers who came to the police to support him were standing fifteen feet away from him, and would not come to him unless necessary.

Skinner's roar seemed to still echo in Hatton's ears: "Why don't you go to the ward as soon as you arrive at the hospital?" Looking at the report? When can't I read the report? Why does it have to be at that time? In the presence of FBI agents, it is also possible to allow hitmen to infiltrate the ward and assassinate important witnesses. Do you know what the media will say about us? Impotent! Make it! Salary thief! The Ministry of Justice will also send someone to investigate! You'd better pray that boy will be okay, or you'll wait for the suspension! ”

It was the first time since he became an FBI agent that Hatton had been scolded so badly by his superiors. This made him, who has always been shrewd and calm, hot-headed. He couldn't help but complain about the local police station, why didn't they arrange for police officers to be on duty outside the boy's hospital room? Why is the security in the hospital so poor that the killer is able to enter the hospital with a gun without hindrance? He completely forgot that this was not New York, let alone HSD, but a small fishing port town with a population of only a hundred thousand. He even complained to Skinner that why he didn't contact the police department here to ask for a higher level of protection for the boy when he ordered them to investigate the case.

Impulsive, Hatton took a cigarette out of his pocket. But smoking was prohibited in the hospital, so he had to hold the unlit cigarette between his fingers and rub it constantly. After crumpling up the first cigarette, Lydia finally came out of the operation.

"How?" Hatton asked, staring at bloodshot eyes.

"The operation was a success. The bullet passed through the ribs and did not remain in the body. The damage to the lungs was also not as great as initially expected. His luck was good. Lydia replied with a tired look on her face.

"So, will he survive?" Hatton looked nervous.

Lydia sat on a bench in the hallway and nodded.

"Whew......" Hatton let out a long exhalation and sat down. If a person lives, then he still has a chance to make up for his mistakes.

At this time, another doctor came out of the operating room. He stretched out his right hand and said to Lydia, "Congratulations, Dr. Lee!" You are the best surgeon I have ever met. If it weren't for you, the boy would have lost his right lung. With your surgical skills, you are fully qualified for the position of Director of Emergency Surgery in any hospital. ”

Lydia raised her hand and shook it lightly, saying, "You've won the prize." I just did what a doctor does. ”

Seeing that Lydia was so tired that she barely had the strength to shake hands, the doctor smiled and said, "I'm Dr. Wilder." Adrian Wild. If so, would I be able to have a beer tonight? ”

Lydia smiled weakly and waved her hand, "I'm sorry! I'm going to be very busy today. And I don't like to drink either. ”

The conversation failed, and Weld just raised one eyebrow and said, "That's a pity." If you're looking for a wine partner in your area, you can contact me. ”

With that, he pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Lydia, then turned to leave.

Hatton looked at Wilder's back incredulously, suddenly turned his head and said, "This guy wants to soak you?!" ”

"Say no more! Haddon! What did you find out during my surgery? Lydia asked, closing her eyes.