The attending doctor didn't have time to call the director of the hospital, and he still put on a condescending attitude and refused Garion's request.

Looking at the arrogant attitude of the other party, Garion clenched his fists, if it weren't for Zola's rush to help now, he would really punch him in the face.

Just as he was about to burst forward, a hand patted Garion's shoulder, and the rage in his heart vanished in an instant.

He turned his head and saw Borst standing in front of him, followed by Baudelaire and Turgenev.

Bolster shook his head cautiously, signaling him not to do anything stupid. Then take a step forward and let him handle it.

He smiled and showed his badge to identify himself as a journalist. After the doctor saw his work card, he slowly retracted his expression.

He motioned for the doctor to take it easy, and then said slowly, "I'm a Bolst reporter, and I heard all the conversations between you and the patients just now. ”

"Am I doing something wrong? This is the hospital's rule, pay the money first and then treat. ”

The doctor insisted that he was following the rules of the hospital, but Bolster motioned him to calm down.

"Yes, you do follow the rules and regulations. You're getting the highlight wrong, though. First, if I report this matter, I can guarantee that your attitude and actions will arouse the indignation of people and gods, and in the face of public opinion, do you say that the dean will keep your job or the reputation of the hospital? ”

The arrogant expression on the doctor's face slowly faded.

"Second, the man standing before you, his name is Garion, and he is the guest of honor of the Bonaparte family, and in layman's terms, the magnate. As a doctor, you should also have some eyesight and know who you can't afford to offend, right? You have offended a powerful person and still want to be safe, do you think you are dreaming? ”

The doctor finally couldn't laugh anymore, and he quickly apologized to Garrian, saying that he was now preparing for the operation immediately, and there was no need to rush to pay the fee.

Garion looked at him expressionlessly, bowed and apologized, then twisted his head to the side.

After saying that, the doctor motioned for the nurse to stitch it up immediately, then turned around and walked briskly to the operating room.

"Please be cautious with your patients."

Behind him, Bolst added something that made him creepy, "If anything goes wrong with the patient in the future, I'll come back to you." ”

When the doctor walked into the operating room with a nervous heart, Garion stepped forward and said to Borst in a sincere tone, "Thank you, Borst. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how to end it. ”

"You don't have to thank me, Lord Galian. In fact, I have long wanted to report about the dark situation among medical practitioners in Paris, but I don't have enough material in my hands. A doctor like the one who deliberately made things difficult was nothing, and I had even more shocking insiders. ”

Bolst smiled at the corners of his mouth, "But I already knew about you before Mr. Baudelaire arrived. ”

"Huh?"

"There is an informant in the Paris police station who often exchanges information, and he tells the arrested suspect that he is trying to assassinate you, but before I can do anything, Monsieur Baudelaire comes running for me. And it revealed another, even more shocking news, that your assassin was a Catholic fanatic. ”

Gary asked with trepidation, "Wait, you mean extreme religious believers?" ”

"That's right."

Garion sat on the bench, relieved for the rest of his life, fortunately the other party only had a gun, if he was carrying a bomb vest and shouting Hail Mary to rush towards him, I am afraid that he would have to rely on others to pick himself up and put it together on the street.

"Fortunately, His Excellency Turgenev's shot didn't kill him, and everyone got the stolen goods, and now the Catholic conservative forces are going to be unlucky."

"Yes."

"Turning back the clock on history and attempting to assassinate a progressive literati were enough to put the Archbishop of Paris in a situation from which he could never recover," Borst added. By the way, another piece of news that His Excellency Gallian may not know is that the government has been investigating and dealing with the real estate and property owned by the church, and I am afraid that what happened today will become the fuse for great changes in the future. ”

Garion was lost in thought, but he had already decided how to use public opinion to scare him back.

As he spoke, Borst took out his notebook and said to Turgenev, who was standing in front of him, "By the way, can I interview you?" Your Excellency Turgenev, a righteous and courageous citizen of Paris, can you tell me more about how you managed to fight the bandits? ”

……

Baudelaire left Borst and Turgenev aside, he grabbed Garion's hand and walked aside, and said worriedly, "I'm afraid of more than one attack, Garion, you might as well move in with me tonight." Maybe there's another assailant hovering around your house. Recently, they have also stopped keeping a low profile, and maybe they won't stop easily. ”

Garion, who had been silent before, suddenly spoke up and asked, "Your Excellency Baudelaire, do you have a pen?" ”

"Yes."

Baudelaire took a pen from his bosom and handed it to him.

"Please give me another piece of paper."

Garion tore a page from Bolster's notebook and picked up the pen as the three of them looked at each other in confusion.

While waiting for Zola to complete the operation, he decided to start writing against the conservative Catholic forces.

He wanted to let these hateful vampires know and annoy his fate.

He did not have nothing, and the many people of conscience in Paris were his solid backing.

Everyone was silent, watching in silence as Garion crouched on the ground, the paper pressed against the bench, and the pen flew like a swift pen.

Instead of waiting here for the end of the operation, it is better to do something and be ready for public opinion to fight back. He wants to make the Catholic Church feel afraid, so that he is not the "Charlie Hebdo" who is afraid of death, and he will not retreat half a step because of this!

If there are still extremist religious believers who dare to attack, he will really cut off the other party's head and hang it in front of his house.

After half an hour of brushwork, Garian slowly stood up, hammered his aching thigh, and handed the manuscript to Borst, who was waiting silently.

"The Indictment?"

Bolst looked at the manuscript, the words written on the bench a little sloppy, but it couldn't hide the anger that erupted between the lines.

To all righteous citizens,

Perhaps it was the darkest day of civilization.

The despicable assassination of me by Catholic extremists is not only a challenge to the bottom line of civilization, but also a prelude to a carnival of sin.

However, justice is never afraid of threats, and death does not silence the truth. Every person with a sense of justice should stand up and spurn the perverse Catholicism, and the evil forces that inflict atrocities on innocent people, and our silence today will be exchanged for the gains of extremist believers, and one day the evil church will burn the cross at the stake and execute heretics who do not want to believe in God!

But.

I! No! Yes! Bend! Wear!

Even though they burned our manuscripts and our paintings, I continued to write and fight.

Even if they force women to wear headscarves and veils, I will fight for equality!

Even though they burned me on the cross, their minds were never afraid of fire!

He who writes his name in a parchment scroll rots earlier than a corpse;

Where the free spring breeze blows, there are verdant weeds everywhere.

Finally, I wrote this poem for all of you who are trying to kill me in extreme 1!

When Bolst saw this, he thought it was over, but he saw that Garion had added a poem at the end to express his inner anger!

He continued to read it, even reading it softly.

On the vast sea, strong winds gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like a black lightning bolt.

…………

In this cry – full of longing for the storm! In this shout, the clouds heard the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory.

The seagulls moaned before the storm came, moaning, and they flew across the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea.

The sea ducks were moaning, too, – they could not enjoy the joy of life's battles: the rumbling thunder frightened them.

The stupid penguin, timidly hiding its fat body under the cliff, only the proud petrel, bravely, freely, flies on the foaming sea!

The clouds grew darker and lower, pressing down on the sea, and the waves sang and rushed high into the air to meet the thunder.

…………

The wind roars...... Thunder roared......

Piles of dark clouds, like cyan flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash.

Storm! The storm is coming!

This is the brave petrel, in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, flying proudly; Here is the prophet of victory shouting:

Let the storm come harder!

When Borst read the last sentence, a heart-shaking power touched his heart, as if he saw Garion, who was incarnated as a petrel, fighting to the end against the Catholic Church in the form of a dark wave!

The strong emotional accusation seems to have made his old friend completely forget his previous advice and want to fight the Catholic Church to the end.

"Are you sure? Do you really want to fight to the end? ”

Garion was very resolute and said, "Yes, to the end. ”

Bolst's mind was mixed as he glanced at the last impassioned poem and asked, "............What is the name of this poem?"

Garion said calmly, "It's called "Petrel"."