Lying on the bed was not Ji Canghai, but Liang Hai's driver.

The doctor frowned and asked, "This is your friend too, right?"

I nodded slightly, not admitting it, not denying it.

We've only met twice, so we're not friends, but Uncle Ya's life was really saved by him.

Originally, I thought that when the matter was over, I would come to thank him.

I didn't expect that it was only a few hours, and it was already a different path.

The doctor pouted at the nurse, "What about the other one?"

"The other survived, but with multiple fractures and not in great condition."

I pursed my lips and pleaded, "Can you show me?"

"Sterile ward, you can't look at it for the time being."

"The curtain is drawn, and I'll stand here and take a look, okay?"

Under the doctor's gaze, the nurse turned and entered the room, pulling back the pale blue curtains.

Ji Canghai on the hospital bed was covered with tubes all over his body, and his head was wrapped like a mummy.

The doctor reassured, "Don't worry, we're here."

I don't know what the outcome will be, but for now, I have to trust the doctor.

I tried my best to persuade myself that it was useless to rush to the fire now, and the top priority was to deal with the aftermath.

Eventually, I cleared the clutter from my head and re-examined these things.

Uncle Ya and Ji Canghai had accidents one after another, and the coincidence was a bit unbelievable.

I looked at the doctor suspiciously, "My dad really has a cerebral infarction?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Are you worried that I will misdiagnose?"

"No, no, no, I hurriedly waved my hand."

"I mean......"

The doctor smiled and nodded, "Come with me."

Entering his office, he picked up a thick stack of papers from his desk and muttered to himself as he flipped through them.

"I understand you family members."

"Look."

He pulled out a diagnostic report and said a lot of medical jargon I didn't understand.

"No, no, no." I hurriedly waved my hand: "It's not that I doubt your medical skills, I'll just ask you a word."

"Can you be sure that he has a natural onset and no other factors?"

"Yes!" He almost patted his chest and promised me, "If it is a misdiagnosis, I will pay for your old man's life!"

With his words, I was relieved.

I begged him for help again, found the 120 visit record, and finally found the intersection where Ji Canghai had an accident.

In fact, I can find the official intervention, which is a way to save time and effort.

The consequence of my doing so was that I could not participate in the investigation.

Whether it was a coincidence or something else behind this incident is impossible to conclude now.

Relying on my own investigation first, it is a relatively safe way.

According to what the doctor told me, it was a narrow intersection that ran in four directions, with farmland on both sides, and there were hardly any people around.

The brake marks on the ground, like a black dragon, winded on the ground in an S shape until they reached the side of the road.

Several one-person-thick willows have been broken by the waist, and even if you don't see the scene, you can feel the force of the impact at that time.

There are no witnesses to this place, and there is no way to reconstruct the situation at that time.

I looked around, and suddenly I looked at the small house behind me.

The house was dilapidated, looking like a product of the eighties, with a wooden board poked on the ground and the word grocery store written crookedly.

I thought about it for a moment and headed to the grocery store.

When I got to the grocery store, I didn't go in, but pretended to pass by and glanced inside.

It was dark in the room, and there was only one middle-aged man sitting in it, and it was estimated that this was the boss.

I turned back along the path, looked up, and suddenly smiled.

There's a breakthrough in this matter!

This grocery store is obviously a few years old, and this place is so remote that there must be some security measures in place.

This measure is the monitoring above my head.

What excites me even more is that the direction of the surveillance is exactly opposite the intersection.

However, I didn't rush in.

First, I don't have a reasonable identity, and secondly, if I don't have relatives, my boss will definitely not show me the surveillance.

Sweeping the snow in front of the door, regardless of the frost on the tiles of others, this is one of human nature, and no one wants to cause trouble because of what they don't want to do.

I looked up and saw that the monitor above me was flashing a breathing lamp, and I took a moment to discern it and then raised my hand to unplug a few harnesses.

When I was done, I shrunk back into the wall and counted the time quietly.

After about half an hour, I slowly stood up and walked straight into the grocery store.