At nine o'clock in the morning, on the side of the tree-lined road downstairs in the private nursing home, a silver car came to an abrupt stop.

"Half an hour to go." Yang Mei turned her head and asked, "Shall I wait with you?" ”

"No, it's just a re-inspection appointment, and I'm not disabled." Jiang stopped unbuckling his seat belt and got out of the car door: "Busy with your go." ”

Yang Mei hurriedly rolled down the window: "Then you will wait for me to pick you up when you are done!" ”

Jiang stopped walking into the door of the nursing home, did not look back, and waved his hand from afar.

The peach blossom makeup that Yang Mei specially painted for today drooped down, sighed in disappointment, and had to drive away along the road.

What she didn't see was that in the rearview mirror, a black Phaeton quietly stopped where she was.

Yan Yu in the driver's seat extinguished the cigarette butt and watched her disappear into the traffic, then turned her eyes to the nursing home building across the road.

"Here we go - your porridge side dish!"

There were not many people in the breakfast shop downstairs in the inpatient department, so Jiang stopped sitting in the corner, looked at his watch, and disassembled the disposable wooden chopsticks.

In his early years, he worked day and night, and it was common for him to be hungry and full, and then he boiled his stomach. When a person reaches a certain age, what he owes to his body in the early years has to be doubled back, and after being severely punished by low blood sugar several times, he finally does not dare to deal with three meals casually, and forces himself to develop the habit of putting something in his stomach in the morning.

The mobile phone vibrated on the desktop, it was Yang Mei's WeChat: "Have you eaten breakfast?" ”

Jiang stopped knocking the word back to the past.

When he clicked send, suddenly he looked up at what seemed to be catching something.

Not far away, at the other end of the breakfast shop, there was a gaze that didn't have time to take it back, and collided with him in an instant.

It was a man in his mid-forties in a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap, with a burly build, muscular shoulders and a very low brim that could not be seen from a distance. The eyes of the two crossed for only a brief moment, and then the man lowered his head casually and continued to eat, turning the pages of the newspaper as if it were just an illusion.

Jiang Zhu's eyes flickered slightly, and then his eyes wandered around the entire store, but his face was not exposed.

A few minutes later, he put aside the half-drunk porridge and barely touched side dishes, got up and checked out and left.

·

"Your muscles were in pretty good condition before you fell into a coma, and they didn't completely degenerate even after three years of bedridden. My blood pressure is normal, but do you have dizziness, low back pain, or pain in my limbs after being discharged from the hospital? ”

In the examination room, Jiang Zhu leaned on the white couch, and his ten fingers were crossed and naturally placed on his abdomen, "I will occasionally cramp when I walk for a long time." ”

The doctor nodded: "It's normal, we must continue to do recovery training according to the plan we originally made, and we can't rush it." ”

This expensive private nursing home doesn't have too many patients, and even fewer people at this time before lunch. The examination was completed quickly, the doctor prescribed some medicine to take it on time, and made an appointment for the next re-examination, and suddenly heard Jiang Zhi ask casually: "In the past few days since I was discharged from the hospital, has anyone come to see me?" ”

"Oh, yes." The doctor was also reminded by him before he remembered: "Your relative passed by on a business trip and wanted to come to see you, but it happened that you were discharged from the hospital the day before, and he asked for your girlfriend's contact information." ”

Jiang paused for a few seconds, and then seemed to be a little surprised: "Relative? What is your name? ”

The doctor probably also thought about what a relative he couldn't beat, why he hadn't shown up for three years, so he laughed: "A man in his forties, quite strong - you should have a name when you go to the front desk to check with the nurse, he said it's your distant cousin." What, is there an impression? ”

"Is it more than 1.8 meters and wearing a baseball cap?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Is it really your cousin? ”

Jiang Zhu remembered the gaze in the breakfast shop just now, his face was slightly gloomy, but he neither admitted nor refuted: "-Did the nurse give him Yang Mei's number?" ”

The doctor said, "Well, who knows who he is." Our nurse asked him if he wanted to leave a contact information, but he didn't give it, turned around and left. ”

Jiang stopped getting off the examination bed, bent down to tie his shoelaces, buttoned his shirt buttons to the top one by one, and casually straightened the placket.

The doctor signed and turned around. In the morning light, Jiang stopped in front of the window, his hair was black and his side cheeks were white, and his back went straight all the way to his narrow waist and slender legs, like a straight bowstring.

The doctor was a little surprised.

Originally, they all thought that the patient in bed 538 was a poor boy from the countryside who ate soft rice, but they didn't expect that after recovery, when they met again, Jiang Zhu's speech and demeanor and body posture were obviously very different from the rumors in the hospital.

"Next time someone comes to me," Jiang said, "don't bother, and don't ask for a name." ”

The doctor finally didn't suppress his intense curiosity: "That...... Is he really your cousin? ”

"Nope." Jiang Zhu buttoned his sleeves and said lightly: "It's the creditor." ”

Doctor: "......"

Jiang stopped the examination, said goodbye to the doctor with a strange expression, and went out with the results of the retest.

Most of the people who were able to come to this nursing home were vegetative people who had to rely on instruments to maintain their lives in their throats, or elderly patients who were too old to move around, and were pushed out by the nurses to walk around the corridors when they were fine. Jiang Zhu patiently waited for the wheelchairs of several elderly people to pass, and saw that the elevator door in front of him was closed, so he didn't wait any longer, and went down the handrail staircase in the middle of the corridor to the hall on the first floor.

The building was bustling with people, nurses weaving through the halls, and family members checking in and out of the hospital. Jiang stopped turning the corner of the stairs and was about to go down the last flight of stairs when he suddenly stopped.

Across the hall, near the main door, there is a state-of-the-art personal display window.

A tall, burly man in a black baseball cap was facing away from him, staring at the glass in the window.

——In the reflection of the glass, I saw Jiang on the stairs in the distance froze his figure, and then took half a step back.

The man turned his face to see that it was the same person from the breakfast shop earlier.

The eyes of the two met again through the crowd, and they seemed to understand something at the same time. In the next second, Jiang Zhu suddenly turned around and went straight upstairs, and the man chased after him with his feet!

·

At the same time, the top floor office of the hospital building.

The door was tightly shut, and there were only two people in the large suite, and even the breathing of each other could be heard clearly except for the slight sound of flipping through the medical records.

"......" The dean stretched his neck imperceptibly, looked at the □□ on the coffee table in front of him, and then looked at the handsome rich boy on the sofa opposite who was not so much the captain of the criminal police of the city bureau as the profligate who had nothing to do, and muttered in his heart.

It's too much oil and water to be a police officer these days, is it really okay to be in the agency?

Or is it that he was shabu-shabu, this is not a criminal police officer at all, but a small TV station that came to shoot a reality show?

"Ahem!" Yan Yu cleared his throat.

The dean immediately retracted his neck and smiled kindly.

Yan Yu pointed to the medical records and asked: "Why can it be determined that it was a car accident and not an explosion when the patient's head injury was caused by a violent impact?" ”

The dean smiled with a smile of "don't tease me": "Look at what you said, can a car accident be the same as an explosion?" We doctors will never admit that we are mistaken. ”

"And what's the burn?"

"Well," the dean pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Lu was transferred to us by his girlfriend at the beginning, and when he came, he was already in the lowest state of consciousness, and he was only one step away from being a vegetative person in the real sense. Although we admitted Mr. Lu, his condition was indeed very bad, in addition to the serious head injury caused by the car accident, there were many other injuries, and the burns on his limbs had been carefully treated before he was transferred to our hospital, and he had recovered well. ”

Yan Yu asked: "Other injuries?" ”

"There are quite a few, various infections, malnutrition, misalignment caused by a dislocated left elbow, ulceration of the skin of the right wrist and damage to the tendon nerve, extensive abrasions on various parts of the body, etc. These all happened before the car accident, and it took about half a year of nursing care to slowly get better. ”

Yan Yu pondered for a long time, there was no joy or anger in his expression, and suddenly said: "The tendon nerve of the wrist is damaged, and it is basically a cut." ”

"Yes, that's what I said. But Mr. Lu, he ......"

"How?"

The dean stopped talking, but finally replied, "It looks like a human tooth has been bitten out." ”

Yan Yu's hand holding the medical record trembled slightly.

The dean sighed and laughed: "So we all guessed at the time that this patient had just escaped from the pyramid scheme organization, and he would have driven fast on the road, otherwise how could he have hit so badly?" ”

"Then why didn't you call the police?"

"Hey! What you said is that we are a private nursing home, which is a high-end market route that highly protects the privacy of patients and respects the wishes of family members. The dean rubbed his hands and lowered his voice to smile: "It's not that I didn't take the initiative to cooperate with your police's work, but Miss Yang didn't let go at that time, saying that she just didn't want to call the police to let people know, so she came to our hospital." The private retreat industry is particularly competitive, and we do it for the sake of word of mouth......"

Yan Yu interrupted him: "Yang Mei and Jiang ...... What is the relationship between Lu Chengjiang? ”

The dean said, "It's a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship." To be honest, we all think it's true love, after all, Miss Yang's conditions are so good, and she is a person on the scene - generally we don't allow employees to chew their tongues about customers' private matters, but after Mr. Lu woke up, he looked a little weird. ”

Yan Yu said "oh": "Strange? ”

The dean hesitated for a few seconds and said with a smile: "Just look at ...... It's like Miss Yang is more with her boyfriend. ”

Yan Yu didn't answer, and laughed almost silently in his nose.

Yang Mei is obviously not an honest "scene person", she may not have really committed a crime, but it is certain that she will wander in the gray area. Her cases in Gongzhou and Jianning must have been settled by Jiang Zhu, and before Jiang Zhu exploded and died in a command error, he was a strong candidate for the next head of the anti-narcotics brigade of the Gongzhou Public Security Department, both in terms of seniority and merit.

At that time, Yang Mei was able to hug Jiang Zhu's thigh, which can be called a miracle.

The dean couldn't figure out what Yan Yu meant, and looked at him carefully: "That...... Captain Yan, do you think there's anything else going on? We will fully cooperate, know everything, and say everything......"

Yan Yu waved his hand, returned the medical records to him, and stood up.

The dean immediately got up to send it, and just wanted to say a few polite words, but suddenly only heard Yan Yu say: "There is one last question." ”

"Hey, you say it."

However, Yan Yu's next sentence made the dean stunned, and he only heard him ask slowly: "When Mr. Lu was first sent, you did a blood test on him, did you find out that he had taken drugs?" ”