Chapter 45 The Painter
At about one or two o'clock in the afternoon, we ran from hospital to hospital in Central City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoAs for the reason...........
"Master! Could she not have died yet? "Sam was right behind me, he was clearly timid.
To be honest, I don't know much about this myself, and since I can't make up my mind, I have to tell him, "Don't think too much." ā
"But........" he was still thinking, still worried.
I stopped and sighed, and my thoughts were not very clear and said to him: "Don't worry too much about this matter, now what you need to figure out is this man, what this man is like." His information is incomplete at all, and all the important places are omitted, just like the tube we are going to check, which is not in the information they provide. ā
Sam was obviously dissatisfied: "Of course that's the case, they don't dare to go in themselves, how can the information be complete." ā
Now I was really helpless, I asked Yadre on the way, it was his adjutant in charge who ordered them not to enter, saying that he was afraid of destroying the scene, and it would be good for the old nail to follow him every time. It can be seen that they all trust the old nail, but the old nail should be in charge of war and logistics, and his cultural level should not be high.
I stretched out my hand and patted him on the shoulder to show reassurance, and looked at the Eastern District Hospital not far away: "When this man's information is complete, he should be able to sort it all out." ā
The last time Lavis sent me the message was indeed complete, I still remember it clearly, and I lost that part of my memory after seeing the surveillance footage today. Most of the complete information on his phone was also deleted, and the only useful thing was that he had only been to the South District a week before the incident in recent months.
The headquarters of Beihai Nanshan is not in the Southern District, even if Chen Changguan wants to influence him to go to the Southern District, what is he doing? There's another identity of mine out there that haunts the danger very, this ........ It shouldn't be.
The hospital in the East Side is very crowded, and since the number of people has risen to nearly 100,000, it is the largest hospital in Central City, and it can be said that there is an endless stream of elderly people and young people who are fighting every day. It's not surprising if it's a big part of Central City. There are the best facilities and conditions here, and there are some near-future medical technologies in it, but unfortunately none of these doctors seem to be using it.
As soon as I entered the hall, there were a lot of people, and some of them simply sat on the ground. There are also fast food trucks at the door that sell hot dogs, and sit in this place full of the smell of human sweat and medicine, eating and rowing. It's a busy wet market! I've never seen a hospital lobby like this, with a noise that floods the entire building, almost as crowded as a large square!
It is not easy to squeeze into the real number of special channels to the hospital, and the special channels are generally prepared for people with status, and it doesn't matter if this money is not money.
After rubbing shoulders for a long time, I stood in front of the security guard in front of the special passage and revealed my identity. The security guard let me in and respectfully let me in.
When I passed by him, I saw that his inconspicuous epaulettes belonged to the jury, and I was relieved. The average security guard can then give me a mocking smile from the whole law before letting me in, and I can't lose my temper yet, or the security robot will come to me for 'theory'.
Although there are many people who have successfully entered the second floor, fortunately, there are many nurses at the front desk, and there are just a lot fewer people who ask.
I stepped forward and asked, "Hello, Miss Nurse." May I ask if you can check the patient and his case here. ā
The nurse who happened to come out of the free time thought for a moment, "Hmm....... It's okay to inquire about the patient, but as for his case, it's .........."
I smiled politely, "I'm a private investigator authorized to come here to inquire about the facts of the case. The authorized party is the Fengbei Army, if you have any questions, you can find me again, now I am in a hurry, please look it up for me first. ā
I said it mildly and politely, and I don't think she would say no.
"This ........," she hesitated.
"I'm a field worker of the Iteos Alliance, please excuse me." Sam suddenly pulled out his phone and showed it to the hesitant nurse.
The nurse said yes, when she asked what we were looking for. I just said the name of the painter to her, and her expression was unnatural, and after a little hesitation, she said, "Do you mean the patient with paralysis of the lower body?" ā
Paralysis of the lower body! And sure enough, it was! The smell of urine is because he can't do it himself, so without the ureter, he will have incontinence.
I glanced at Sam, who looked serious, "Do you know what?" ā
Her expression was very unnatural: "This patient is normal when he tests his spirit and psychology, but I can always see his sometimes happy and sometimes sad appearance, and I always feel as if he is crazy, I really don't know what is normal." I don't know the details, but you can ask this doctor named Zork, who is on the second floor. ā
.........
Wow!
I knocked on the door three times, took a step back and stood up. The man who opened the door was a very intellectual man in a white robe, and he said with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, I was diagnosed today." Please come back. ā
Seeing that he was about to close the door, I took the first step to block it and said, "Hello Dr. Chock! We're not here to see a patient, we're here to look into something. ā
He frowned slightly: "I think I've already been investigated, why are you still coming to me?" ā
I tried to keep my voice as gentle as I could and more sincere: "That's right, let's just ask a few simple questions and leave, you just give me five minutes, no more than five minutes." If you don't want to answer, I won't force you. ā
He pinched his chin and hesitated: "That..... All right. ā
His office smells of tea that doesn't match the hospital, and his desk is covered with cans of tea. I think the reason he didn't let us in was because he was afraid that he would find out that he had so many tea leaves here.
"We want to ask, do you have a patient with paralysis of the lower body, unable to urinate or urinate, and the mood is still a little strange." I chose to get straight to the point.
Dr. Drok sighed helplessly, "It's my patient." Many people have asked me, he should be the murderer who has been making a fuss recently, right? ā
I signaled him not to worry, and looked at Sam who picked up the small book and started to record, and I asked reassuringly: "Don't feel sorry for him, just doubt him." I need to know who he is and who he has been in contact with during the month, when he was discharged from the hospital and how his family has treated him. ā
The doctor was a little dizzy after listening to my series of questions, and then he sorted it out before answering me: "This patient is very peculiar, he is a painter by profession, and he paints that kind of oil painting." Now almost no one likes it, and the price he pays is so high that no one buys it. When he was in the hospital, because he had no money, only his mother would accompany him every day, and occasionally his wife would come to see him and go back, that is, a few days before he was discharged from the hospital, I met a man who said that he would be given a psychological test. After the test, he immediately regained his zest for life, which at first I thought was a good thing. But ............."
The doctor gritted his teeth, his eyes full of worry. I didn't speak, but waited for him to continue. With a trembling hand, he picked up the cup from behind him and brought it to his lips, and drank it little by little.
"But he's getting a little crazy." When the doctor finally spoke, he put down his glass and continued: "He told me, 'There are always ups and downs in life. Although I can't run anymore, even though life is inconvenient, even so, am I still strong enough to survive? How I wish I could paint a wonderful picture of life~'. ā
The doctor frowned at this: "I didn't react when I heard this, but in the next second I noticed that something was abnormal!" He seems to ......... It's a little too optimistic, an anomaly of optimism. ā
That's right! The doctor discovered the problem. It's abnormal! In particular, the sentence "How I wish I could paint a wonderful picture of life~" is very problematic!
To be continued........... (To be continued.) )