As the head physician of the emergency room, Joe Annis's office is located closer to the operating room and patient rooms, but not too far from the emergency hall where patients enter the hospital.

After all, in an emergency, a distance of as little as ten meters can be a line of life and death.

By the time Joe Annis made it to the emergency hall, the chaos in the hall had not subsided.

On his way there, he heard two more of the same explosions, louder and more violent.

There was a thin layer of dust in the air, and only a small fragment of the wall on the left side of the entrance that displayed the hospital's background and physicians' information was left, and the broken masonry was scattered on the ground as if it had just been hit by a bomb attack.

Hans, the security guard who was showing off his eight-pack abs to Joe Annis yesterday, was now covered in a layer of gray, and he was sluggishly clubbed in place, like a vivid sculpture.

As for Joe Annis's little girlfriend who was the nurse she was most worried about, Elson Bedruid, was naturally safe, and was hiding behind the information desk with several nurses on duty, trembling all over.

Joe Annis looked around the hall, and everyone was crouching or lying on their stomachs, with no injuries on their bodies, no sound of pain wailing after their injuries, and no pungent smell of gunpowder in the air, which could not help but relax his mood a little.

- Thankfully, there were no wounded.

"Hell, what the hell is going on? Is anyone hurt, I brought a first aid kit?"

Facing the dead silence of the hall, Joe Annis, who had just arrived at the scene, frowned in confusion, oh no, there was another person in the hall who needed to be treated.

In the middle of the hall surrounded by the crowd, half-squatting was a little girl with silver hair and blue eyes, a delicate face, no more than twelve years old, the girl's little denim cover obviously had a hint of British style, it was obvious that she would not be a resident of the neighborhood, and she was looking around with a frightened face holding an inconspicuous small wooden stick.

At the girl's feet, lying quietly on the back was an old and thin old man, dressed slightly strangely, Joe Annis, if not mistaken, seemed to be wrapped in a women's robe that did not fit properly, and if the size was not surprisingly the clothes of the little girl standing next to her—it was clear that these two men should be the "strange foreign tourists" that Elson Bedruid called on the phone.

With just a cursory glance, Joe Annis could also see that the old man's condition was obviously extremely bad, his lips and cheeks had turned abnormally pale, his breathing was rapid and heavy, but the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen was extremely weak, not to mention that vertigo was already a serious pathological condition.

"I want to ......"

Joe Annis frowned, and walked forward quickly with a first-aid kit, about to say something.

"Stand back, don't go, that little girl is dangerous! Oh, my lord, she's the devil!"

Seeing Joe Annis in a white lab coat who seemed to be about to step forward, Elson Bedruid, who was hiding behind the information desk, stood up suddenly, waved his hands and screamed at the chief physician, "You didn't see, she just waved her hand and blew up a wall." And ......"

Elson Bedruid didn't quite go through the whole process, she just suddenly felt the air in the whole hall freeze, as if she had experienced suffocation in school, and then looked up to see the stick in the girl's hand send out a red light and hit the display wall, and then it exploded.

And, as if to show that it was not an accident, the little girl in front of her repeated the same action three times until the entire wall was completely blown to pieces.

"Calm down, Betty. All I saw was a little girl and a patient in need of treatment. ”

Hearing the words of the little girlfriend behind him, Joe Annis's footsteps paused slightly, looking at the little girl not far away through the flying dust, and his eyes came into contact with the clear lake blue eyes, as a doctor, he could clearly see the familiar helplessness and pleading look from them.

“Well，English？British？I am a mergency Medicine。 (Okay, English, British, I'm an emergency physician.) ）

Joe Annis swallowed, in fact, as he got closer, he had already begun to feel the strangeness of the little girl in front of him—he had never seen a normal human hand glow white.

It was clear that the little girl in front of him was treating the old man in a way he couldn't understand.

There is no doubt that the cry for help he heard on the phone before was made by this girl, so he will boldly approach forward, as long as he confirms that the other party is a patient in need of treatment, then the problem is much simpler for Joe Annis.

Doctors are never afraid of their patients.

......

Finally there is a doctor who can speak English.

Hearing the voice of the man in the white coat opposite, Elena couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the terrible thing about the language barrier was something she hadn't thought about before.

To be precise, Salzburg's English penetration and usage rate in 1991 was completely unexpected, and it was too different from the famous tourist city she remembered more than 20 years later.

The security guards and nurses in the whole hospital all spoke irritating pure German, even a few English words, and the accent sounded heavier than that of the Japanese and Indians, and they didn't understand what they were talking about.

But even if she didn't understand the language, from the gestures and expressions of the security guards and nurses, Elena could vaguely understand what they were trying to convey – there is no doubt that Austria is one of the best countries in the world in terms of health care, but the premise of such good medical care is based on national identity.

Elena and Grindelwald, who are black hukous, are essentially no different from the stowaways, oh no, there is a slight difference, the stowaways generally carry at least some local currency with them. However, the two wizards who had just crossed the trek from Newmengard Castle to the center of Salzburg were arguably poorer than beggars, not to mention Muggle currency, not even a single copper nut.

Of course, although Elena had already thought about it when she was on the road, art should be a common way of communication all over the world, although it may be a little unfriendly, but if it fails, this is the final solution.

"England, Scotland. He, diabetic ketoacidosis, is very severe. ”

Elena looked at Joe Annis who walked in front of her and nodded, most of the terms in medicine are generic, which undoubtedly made her a lot easier to explain, and there was a hint of pleading in the girl's tone, "Save him, wait until our people come, no matter how much the consultation fee is." ”

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rua~ voice code words are so fast!

Especially when you don't have a card, fortunately, I have a detailed outline of this plot~

Hand pain can also be refreshing.,Especially in the afternoon, I went to the hospital to collect materials.,It's very smooth to write.。。

Ask for encouragement ~ ask for praise ~

The food writer was so difficult, crying and sleeping, went to ⊙▽⊙