Chapter 100: Cut in Line

When Watson lay on the inpatient bed, he felt that the anesthesia had completely dissipated.

He immediately showed a cheerful look and shouted loudly towards Nero Bacchus who had not yet left:

"Oh my god, I can feel the sensation in my left leg! I can control my toes again!!!"

"Mr. Winfrey's medical skills are simply miraculous! How did you realize that, Nello, hiss--"

Watson seemed to be so happy that he was involved in the wound he had just operated on, with a twisted look of pain on his face.

Nello pretended to be indifferent, "Are you asking me how I met Dean Winfrey?"

"Yes, yes, yes, where did you get the news about Mr. Morgan?"

"Sir, you are so noble and forgetful. Have you forgotten? I told you as early as two months ago that a miraculous doctor in St. Artionius Hospital cured the serious illness I had left in Furstein. At that time, I also recommended that you come here on Saturday night when you are free." Nero poured a glass of warm water and put it on the bed table. "If you had come to see the doctor earlier before the injury worsened, you might have recovered. The leg injury will have healed long ago.”

But Nero actually thought in his heart: "At that time, the cult was still short of manpower, and the leader was also in desperate need of talents. If Chief John had arrived at that time, he would certainly not have been subject to such heavy investigations as now. Perhaps the leader Directly initiating the ceremony can cure the commander's old illness in one go... With the commander's ability, he will be put into great use by the leader immediately. My position as the so-called deputy leader should be reserved for you. "

"But there was nothing we could do about it. At that time, the leader's reputation for free clinics had not yet been established, and Commander John's injuries had not begun to deteriorate further. We had not yet experienced the disappointment and despair after visiting famous doctors in the city to no avail. Naturally, it was impossible to believe that occasionally I heard the rumors about Dr. Yelu.”

"Fortunately, although a lot of time was wasted, Chief John finally took the initiative to come to the door. And from what the leader said, it seems that the chief and little Anna are still very close... He will definitely join our order in the future."

"At that time, I will be able to continue fighting side by side with the commander... I am really tired. The tasks assigned by the leader are really too difficult for me. I just want to be a soldier who obeys orders. "

"When Commander John joins the Order, and with his advice and planning, our long-stagnant exploration of the secret land will surely be able to move forward again."

Watson was a little embarrassed when he heard the words of his old subordinate, "Well... I was busy at work at that time, and my condition seemed to be getting better, so I didn't take it to heart, and almost wasted my time. Luo, your kindness... Fortunately, it's not too late now."

"Yes, fortunately, sir, you found us in the end, otherwise it would have been difficult to deal with the injury if it had worsened again..."

Nello did not reveal the following content... If you wait until your injury worsens again, sir, you may need to arrange a resistance ceremony and ask for the power of the Day Forge to completely cure your old illness. ...But the resistance ceremony requires the price of sacrificing instruments. Perhaps the leader will not agree to treat your injuries so easily.

"Well, this can be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes. Although I have been tortured by this pain for many days, it is also because of this that I can see through some people's hearts... It turns out that nobles are nobles after all, and they are different from poor people like us. There is a natural huge gap between them." Watson seemed to recall some sad past, and sighed: "Sure enough, the poor can never win the trust and bell of the nobles... Alas, I said too much, Nello. You should go and do your work in the hospital first, don’t delay your normal work because of me.”

Although the chief deliberately concealed the meaning of his words, it was Nello who was in charge of the investigation some time ago. When he heard it, he knew that the chief was sighing about the matter between him and the female detective... But he couldn't do it at the moment. After revealing the fact that he already knew the inside story, he could only say a few words of comfort, then got up and left the ward, going back to continue his busy work in the hospital.

Watson stayed alone in the ward. He felt the thin vitality remaining in his thigh and replayed the operation process in his mind. Although he did not witness any images, the auditory information was enough to tell him many things... He clearly remembered that before he closed his eyes, only Winfrey Morgan, Nello Bacchus and two other young nurses were left in the operating room.

But why did I hear the sound of seven heart beats like drums behind me?

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Watson was hospitalized for two weeks. Under the influence of the residual vitality from the mysterious ritual called surgery at the time, the injury healed quickly. But in fact, this was him desperately suppressing the urge to shed his skin, otherwise he would die. This flesh injury may have completely healed within a few days.

He once again drank the bitter medicinal soup sent by Nello. After drinking the medicinal soup with his head raised, he felt that the rhythm of his heartbeat seemed to have accelerated a lot, and his heart muscle pumped more powerfully.

Watson moved his body and stepped on the ground. He was able to walk steadily and slowly without the help of crutches.

The more he walked, the happier he became, and the smile on his face was so big that he could hardly close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Nelo, your medicine is really effective. I feel that I have more energy every day now, and the surgical wounds heal very quickly!"

Watson looked at Nello Barros, who was also happy about his recovery from the pain, and slowly approached him, put his arm around his shoulder, and whispered:

"Nello, do you think I can continue the operation in my current condition? Or can you help me ask Mr. Morgan when he can spare time to arrange the next operation for me?"

Nello just smiled and said, "This... Actually, I have asked the dean for you, but his surgery schedule has been very tight recently. He has been going back and forth between different operating rooms every day and has no time at all. The only time he has a gap is the night after tomorrow, but that day is little Anna's birthday, and the dean must go to the Royal Free Hospital to celebrate his daughter's birthday."

It's strange that Winfreys has opened his own hospital, but he still places his daughter Anna in the Royal Free Hospital. Maybe he thinks that the environment of the Crossroads Hospital is not as good as that of the Royal Free Hospital... But in fact, Watson knows that Winfreys probably doesn't want his daughter to be exposed to Sichen and the esoteric religion, and staying somewhere else can better ensure her safety.

Watson frowned when he heard his old subordinate's words. He finally caught a glimmer of hope, so he was naturally unwilling to give up. The more he experienced the effect of the surgery, the more anxious he was to have the next surgery, just like a social animal who feels that time is particularly long on the last day of vacation.

Although there were only two of them in the ward at the moment, Watson still lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Is there any way to cut in line? Can I pay more? Although I have donated most of my savings to the hospital, I actually have a hundred pounds of savings in the apartment... Can I use this to operate a little bit?"

Nello smiled helplessly, "Sir, you know that our Crossli Hospital is not for profit. The patients in front of you are all poor patients with serious illnesses... You don't want to see the poor people being oppressed because of money and power and miss the best time for treatment, right?"

"Alas... Nello, you are right. I am too anxious and selfish, so that my thinking is a little confused. I almost became the same as those nobles who oppress others with power... I'd better wait patiently."

Nello looked at the regretful officer and said quietly: "Although that's the case, you can try this way... maybe it will work."

Watson nodded slowly after hearing this.

"That's a good idea indeed. Then please help me with the discharge procedures, Nello. I'll go back today."