"Dean, then let's go out first." Ensign Avely waved his hand and motioned for everyone else to follow.

The doctor watched everyone in the room walk out except Dean Charles, motioned for the nurse to check on Hessel on the hospital bed, and said to Dean Charles: "You are Dean Charles of the Military Academy, and I am Taylor, the vice president of Christie's Hospital. ”

"The patient had extensive cerebral contusion lacerations, and the patient received at least two brain blows before and after, the first impact was on the forehead but it was not very serious, and the location of the injury should have been hit under the steering wheel under the car, and there was a bruise on the forehead."

"The second posterior head trauma was man-made, inflicted by a person who was hit continuously with a blunt object. If it is treated in time, there will still be hope for recovery, but the delay is too long, and due to our medical conditions here, even if it is cured, there will be sequelae. Dr. Taylor said.

"Is there no other way?" Charles asked, looking not very good.

"Dean Charles, this needs to go to London for further diagnosis first." Dr. Taylor didn't say anything "dead," but Dean Charles already felt that there was little hope.

"Vice President Taylor, the patient's hair is hot, it is a traumatic fever, and the thermometer shows 375 degrees." At this time, the nurse who checked on Hessel's condition came over and said.

"Dr. Taylor, I'm waiting for you outside the door, be sure to stabilize Hessel's condition first, we're contacting the hospital." Charles interjected and left the room.

"Give him a dressing for the wound and transfuse glucose."

"You go tell Dr. Stan and let him take a look." Vice Dean Taylor said to the nurses.

"Okay, Vice Dean." The nurse walked back to Hessel's bed to change his dressing.

Vice President Taylor left the ward and came to the corridor to see Charles and his party waiting quietly in the corridor, no one spoke, for fear of affecting the examination in the ward. "Dr. Taylor, what's the problem?"

"We'll take care of it tonight, don't worry!" Vice Dean Taylor said.

"Thank you, Dr. Taylor."

"Let's take a look at the other two patients first!" As he spoke, Vice Dean Taylor led the way towards the first room on the right.

The wards on the third floor were more or less the same, except that the layout of the wards was different, and there were no two stools in Warrant Officer Griffel's ward, only one. There is a small locker in the ward, which is placed on the window side.

Pushing open the door and walking into the ward, a distinct snoring sound could be heard, and Vice President Taylor and Charles walked into the room to see a bandaged Ganfil snoring, occasionally with his face twitching from the pain on his body. Vice Dean Taylor stepped forward, checked it out, and Dean Charles walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Dr. Taylor, how is the patient?" When Second Lieutenant Avevery saw the doctor walk out of the ward, he immediately came over and asked. Griffel, a good friend of Second Lieutenant Avery, was very worried when he saw it at the scene of the crime. On the way back to the town, he repeatedly stressed not to drive too bumpy, so as not to cause unnecessary "impact" on Ganfil again.

"The patient's gunshot wound to the leg, because the bullet has been left in the body for too long and has been infected, may have sequelae, and the symptoms of leg pain will appear on cloudy days."

"You should know the damage caused by the bomb, in addition to the debris and the shock wave it causes."

"The bomb fragments caused damage outside the patient's body, and the skin and musculature of the upper body were ruptured, and it was fortunate that there were no fractures."

"He was blessed by God, and when the bomb exploded, the shock wave should have been weakened by the surrounding objects, and the patient's eardrum was ruptured and his internal organs were injured, but not fatally. If it is not weakened, the patient is likely to cause rupture of the lungs, spleen, and liver, resulting in death. Vice Dean Taylor told Charles about Griffel's situation.

"Dr. Taylor, how long will it take for the patient to recover?" Dean Charles asked.

"The patient's physical condition is very good, he has no other diseases, and he recovers faster than ordinary people."

"In this case, if it is treated in time and rehabilitated after surgery, it will still be better than the average person." Deputy Dean Taylor didn't say anything to death, and he didn't know how much the medical conditions in London helped Ganfil's condition, so he had to be a little more ambiguous.

Listening to Vice President Taylor's words, Charles and the others were gloomy, and they hated the people who attacked James and them, if they couldn't find out who attacked, then this incident would become everyone's "dining topic" in the upper echelons of London, and many political enemies with Dean Charles would probably laugh for a long time.

For a while, the corridor of the hospital was so quiet that even everyone's breathing could be heard clearly, and the atmosphere was so heavy that water could drip out, and everyone except Vice President Taylor was silent.

The oppressive atmosphere in the corridor made Vice Dean Taylor feel very uncomfortable, and he took the lead in breaking the dead silence and said, "Dean Charles, there is another patient!" ”

"Dean, James is still in the ward." The sheriff then came over and said.

Charles didn't speak, just nodded, and followed Vice Dean Taylor into James' hospital room. James was lying on the bed, grinding his teeth softly from time to time, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead that had not yet dried, obviously the pain caused by the gunshot wound.

The sound of Charles and others opening the door woke up James, who was squinting and sleepy, and after being shot, as long as there was any wind and grass around, it would be affected. Lying on the bed, James said weakly, "Who? ”

Vice President Taylor walked over quickly and said, "Don't move, the pain in the wound will get worse." ”

James closed his eyes again as if relieved when he saw that it was Dr. Taylor, and Dean Charles walked in after Dr. Taylor, looking at his son lying on the bed with multiple injuries, and did not disturb him to rest, but watched the doctor leave the ward together after examining him.

"Doctor, James' gunshot wound?"

"The patient's gunshot wounds didn't hurt any important places, and the debris from the bomb didn't hurt him, but the 'shock wave' caused by it hit the internal organs, and you'd better go to a big hospital in London and have him checked out." Dr. Taylor said to Dean Charles.

"Dr. Taylor, I'll arrange for them to go to London tomorrow morning."

"Their condition at night still needs to be observed by you." Dean Charles looked at Dr. Taylor and said.

"Dean Charles, this is our job."

"Okay." Dean Charles looked at Dr. Taylor, turned around and left the hospital with Second Lieutenant Avery and the others.

"Dean, are you going back to the manor?" Ensign Ivory asked.

"Go find Lieutenant Scott." Charles leaned on the backrest and finished speaking, and the driver started the car and left the hospital.

London, 10 Fenchoch Street

On the second floor of an apartment, the curtains were tightly closed, a light was on in one corner of the room, dispelling the darkness in the room for a while, simple furniture furnishings, and behind a boss's desk sat a bloated man, smoking from the Dunhill pipe in his hand, looking at the other men sitting on the sofa in the room, silent.

The dimly lit room was covered with smoke and mist, and the door was pushed open, and a manservant walked in with a teapot in his hand, poured tea for the men in the house, and withdrew.

"How's it going?" The man sitting on the window couch was the first to break the dead silence of the room.

"They're halfway there, it seems." The bloated man said as he took a puff on his cigarette.

"If you fail, you won't have any money to collect, you should know that." Sitting near the door, the light was dim, and the man hidden in the shadows spoke.

"Gentlemen, accidents can happen at any time, even Satan will have sneezes." The bloated man leaned back in the boss's chair and said.

"The kid wasn't brought, the mission was a failure, you have to admit that." The man by the window repeated again.

“……”

"The people in that car are now lying at Christie's hospital and will be in London by lunch tomorrow at the latest." The emaciated man in the room, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly interjected.

As soon as the emaciated man's words fell, several people in the room stopped talking, and the emaciated man said this at this time, obviously meaning that he was going to attack James again.

"No, I got the news that tomorrow in addition to the escort of the town patrol, the Metropolitan Police will also depart."

"Charles, that stubborn bear-like man, won't let this happen a second time." The bloated man sat up straight and said solemnly. He didn't want people to find out that they had done the attack, and even if someone would find out in the end, he would have to delay the time and get them ready.

"Find a dead man from the West End and make a suicide bomber, whether it can succeed or not is up to this time." The man in the shadows spoke.

"I've been caught, what should I do?"

"Arrange a gunman, whether the dead man succeeds or not, let him go to heaven to report." The man in the shadows followed.

"Okay."

"Then arrange it, I'm a little tired." The bloated man glanced at the rest of the room, and seeing that no one objected, he voted to pass.

Several men in the room left one after another, only the bloated man was still sitting behind the desk, and the knock on the door was unusually loud in the silent room, "Please come in!" ”

A tall man opened the door and walked in, a black suit lined with a white shirt, with a black bow at the neckline, which set off the whole person was unusually handsome and strong. The man walked to the front of the work, looked at the bloated man and whispered, "Sir, they have left London, and they have taken half of the money." ”

"Send them out of England and don't come back during this time."

"Yes, sir." The man in the black suit left the room with that.

"Find a 'stranger' from London's West End and arrange tomorrow's business." The bloated man casually picked up the phone on the desk and answered the call.

"Do you have any special requirements?" A deep voice replied on the other end of the phone.

"The 'stranger' will not come back and disappear with the target." The bloated man said calmly, his expression not fluctuating at all.

"Okay." The other side hung up the phone directly.

Lodge in the small town of Irish Town "Locke".

Su Hang returned to his room, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling blankly, thinking about today's encounter like a movie in his mind, this is the first time he has used a gun since his 'rebirth', and he is still very unfamiliar with this 'ancient' thermal weapon! Whether it is Aldrich or Su Hang, the former lives in this era, but he rarely touches the weapon of the gun, and more often he watches it used by others. The latter are often used weapons, but those are too 'black weapons' to be of the same level. When I was in the academy, I saw it in the impact materials, and I also had it in the museum, and it was the first time I actually used it.

When shooting in the woods at noon, he began to clearly notice that his hand trembled due to the recoil of the gun, and the thermal weapons of this era themselves had a certain instability factor, compared to the later laser guns, the 1 locking thermal cannons were more than a star and a half worse. But fortunately, he hit the masked man in the end, or it would be very 'embarrassing', and his position would be 'taken care of' by the other side.

1. Locking Thermal Cannon: After the nuclear era, the product of the middle of the Guangwu era.

"Has the Metropolitan Police been there?" Dean Charles asked without any fluctuation in his tone.

"Both the Investigation Division and the Serious Crime Unit went and cordoned off the scene."

"You're waiting for Adrien in London, there's news for me."

"Also, the cost of treatment for the wounded soldier, I'll ask Scott to contact you."

"Okay, Dean." Ensign Avery said.

After Ensign Avery hung up the phone, he was led by the police officers waiting outside the door into a police office hall on the first floor. There are desks in the hall, which look quite crowded, and each desk has more or less file bags placed around the table, but there are not many police officers in the hall, only less than ten people sit at the desks to deal with affairs, and it seems that the other police officers are out.

The innermost part of the office is a separate office, the office and the hall are separated by a wooden hardcover partition wall (that is, a false wall), and the frosted glass blocks the view from the inside and outside, which has a good guarantee of privacy in the office, but it is conceivable that the sound insulation is not good.

Led by the officer, Second Lieutenant Avevery came to the door of the office, and the "dong" officer knocked on the door, and the sound of "please come in" came from inside the room.

"Second Lieutenant, this is the team leader's office, and the deputy team leader is waiting for you." After saying that, he left on his own.

Second Lieutenant Avely opened the door and walked into the office, where a middle-aged man who looked to be forty years old and dressed in a police uniform sat behind a desk, smoking a pipe in his hand and looking at an open document on the table, and a slender blonde woman was sorting through the tin cabinet against the wall. Seeing Second Lieutenant Averich walk in, he closed the file and said, "Second Lieutenant, you just need to tell me how you were attacked." ”

"Miss Blanche, please record it." The middle-aged man looked at the blonde beside him and said.

"Okay." The blonde replied as she put down her work.

Ensign Avery sat in a chair at his desk, telling the middle-aged man what had happened, while the blonde listened and recorded the incident at the side.

The small town of Irish Town

Su Hang and Yaheng both got up late, they were really a little tired yesterday, it was already noon when they got up, Mo Lin hadn't gotten up until now, and yesterday he was pulled by Alfred to talk about the shootout while drinking in the bar, and it was the second half of the night, and he was still immersed in sleep.