Chapter 76: Invitation From Winfreys

William's injuries have recovered, and Watson plans to be discharged.

Before the morning doctors changed shifts, he called the doctor on duty at night to check on his recovery.

The doctor on duty last night was a typical second-generation rich man. His head was almost full of theoretical knowledge that he had swallowed in class. His medical skills were far inferior to those of the young Stanford who had experienced war practice. In other words, his family elders had a close relationship with the hospital, so the hospital board could not refuse his application and had to put him in a position with leisurely work, few shifts and no important responsibilities.

This is also the reason why Watson wanted to be discharged at this time.

Although X-ray imaging technology has not yet been used in medical diagnosis in this era, it is hard to guarantee that its professional doctors can judge the actual situation based on experience... So, it is better to leave quickly while this dandy young master is still working.

The dandy doctor who had played with the female nurses all night came in rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning. His face was pale, his eye circles were deep, and his cheeks were thin and sunken like medicine residue.

As soon as he received the patient's request for discharge, he first made a cup of steaming hot coffee to cheer himself up, and then walked slowly to the ward at the end of the corridor.

He pretended to be professional and picked up John H. Watson's medical record to browse through it, frowning and nodding from time to time, as if he was thinking about the patient's condition.

But in fact, this dandy doctor with a slightly inferior professional level just took off the bandage and checked it a little. After finding that the wound of the suture had completely scarred into a scab and there was no inflammation, he could only nod and praise repeatedly, saying, "Oh, you have recovered very well. Do you still feel pain in your bones? Are you sure you don't want to stay in the hospital for a while to rest... and other nonsense like that.

Watson simply stated that he had an important work schedule and could not delay it, and needed to be discharged immediately.

The doctor then slowly signed his name on the discharge certificate.

Watson didn't have much luggage. The Royal Free Hospital was equipped with various styles of pajamas and sportswear, although most of the nobles and wealthy businessmen who were admitted disliked this kind of featureless uniform clothing and only wore the silk clothes they brought from home.

He changed into the clothes he wore when he was admitted to the hospital. The blood stains and holes on them had been cleaned and mended by the laundry women assigned by the hospital.

When Watson was ready, the first ray of dawn had already sprinkled into the hospital. He did not leave directly, but took a detour to another inpatient building to say goodbye to a new "friend".

This new friend was actually Anna, a girl suffering from ALS. Since Watson met the father and daughter in the garden that day, he began to frequently create intentional or unintentional encounters with ulterior motives.

As long as he set a goal, he could fully exert the communication skills he had learned at the School of International Relations and quickly become familiar with Winfreys Morgan and Anna Morgan.

Watson went straight to Winfrey's favorite. When he was in the hospital, he took the place of the busy father to entertain his paralyzed daughter and told her some interesting stories from the outside world... The cautious father would naturally doubt whether this person had ulterior motives and whether he had dirty thoughts.

But Watson also took into account the other party's suspicion. He inadvertently revealed that he had misjudged the situation on the battlefield, causing an innocent village that had helped them to be brutally slaughtered by crazy Gaji soldiers. But when he arrived, he only had time to see the smoke and embers all over the ground. The fragmented bodies lay on the blood-soaked land. One of the little girls who had brought them drinking water was covered with wounds. Her green eyes stared at the gray sky, and she didn't react even when a fly climbed into her pupils.

"When I saw Anna, I thought of that little girl... I just wanted to atone for my sins!" Watson's acting skills were perfect at the time, his tone was choked with bitterness, and tears rolled in his eyes but stubbornly refused to fall.

This actor-level performance completely conquered Winfreys Morgan. He patted Mr. John's shoulder with sympathy and said frankly that it was okay and that it was not entirely your fault.

Later, he no longer stopped Watson from meeting Anna, but in fact, he still had a sense of vigilance in his heart. He ordered the middle-aged female nurse in the ward, who had been brainwashed by him, to record all the content of John and Anna's conversation every time they met, and to compile it into a report to him.

Anna was particularly fond of the female detective stories that were hot in the foggy city recently. When she learned that Mr. John was Miss Charlotte Holmes' assistant and the author of "Shock! Another riot case comparable to the explosion of the Capitol was strangled in the cradle!", her pupils couldn't help shrinking like needles in surprise.

So every once in a while, Watson would come to tell Anna about Holmes and the other stories he sorted out from the detective agency files. Under his vivid speech, Anna's eyes flashed with excitement and agility. If she hadn't been unable to control her vocal cords and facial muscles, she would definitely have smiled and exclaimed repeatedly.

These interesting stories could not alleviate Anna's condition, but they could gradually make her feel cheerful, and her haggard face seemed to be rejuvenated.

Apart from the plan to get in touch with the secret world through Morgan and his daughter, Watson actually enjoyed the process of telling stories to Anna... In this process, he seemed to be able to comfort the desperate and crazy child deep in his heart.

As soon as he walked to the door of Anna's ward, he saw that this tragic girl had already woken up and was looking out the window at the treetops bathed in the light golden sun. Her green eyes also reflected the golden color. .

"Good morning, Miss Anna."

Anna Morgan reluctantly moved her head when she heard the familiar voice, and her lonely eyes began to glow with color. But when she saw clearly that Mr. John was wearing casual clothes outside the hospital today, she already knew that the man was preparing to be discharged... Her bright eyes dimmed again, and she lost another friend with whom she could communicate.

She tapped the specially made crisp table board: Good morning, Mr. John.

Watson nodded and said hello to the female nurse next to him, then sat next to the hospital bed. He keenly noticed the sadness in Anna's eyes. He gently stroked the top of her snow-white hair and comforted her: "What's the matter, Anna? I think Uncle John After you left, no one came to chat with you again? "

Anna, be gentle-·——Y·E···S

"Don't worry, Uncle John will be back soon. You didn't know that this is the third time I have been admitted to the hospital recently, and the interval in between is less than a week."

After Anna heard this, surprise and confusion flashed in her green eyes. Is Mr. John's job so dangerous? Could it be that following Miss Holmes in investigating crimes will often put you in danger... But why have I never seen Miss Holmes hospitalized?

After this period of contact, Watson has a good understanding of Anna's heart. She is indeed a pure girl with a heart that has not been muddied by the world. He does not need to wait for Anna to type her words at this moment to be able to understand her inner meaning.

"Of course, you forgot that Miss Holmes recently detected an illegal arms group that was trying to riot. You think those are arms, how dangerous they are. Uncle John doesn't have a flexible and intelligent mind like Holmes, so he must be easily injured. "

Anna blinked her eyes a few times, thinking that what Mr. John said did make sense... Hehe, it seems that Mr. John is really like what he wrote in his article, and he is a fool compared with Miss Holmes.

"Shall we continue listening to Miss Holmes' other detective stories today?"

Hmmmm--Anna tapped the table excitedly.

Watson spent a lot of time to comfort Anna who was sad about losing her friend. He looked away from the girl with a lingering look. By coincidence, as soon as he walked out of the ward door, he saw Winfresce walking towards him. Morgan.

He said hello, "Mr. Winfrey, is it another day off today?"

Winfrey nodded with a smile, "Yes, Mr. John came here again to tell Anna the story of the female detective? It's really troublesome for you."

At the same time, he noticed that Mr. John in front of him was wearing casual clothes, and asked: "Mr. John, are you ready to be discharged from the hospital today?"

Watson waved his cane and said, "Yes, it's not good to lie down and not work all the time. Your body will get rusty."

Winfreth did not reply immediately. He thought of John's care for his daughter during the recent period, which brought back the long-lost joy in Anna's eyes. He was very grateful in his heart.

Moreover, he also learned that this was a retired officer with great military exploits and excellent personal abilities. After this period of contact, he also learned that the other party suffered from an old disease in his left leg that was difficult to heal. It was because of this stubborn disease that John left. Army.

He couldn't help but have the idea of ​​​​loving talents. The stubborn diseases that are difficult to be solved by modern medicine are actually just like this for those with deep hearts. Moreover, his sect is now short of manpower, so why not...

"Actually, I also have a lot of research on difficult and complicated diseases. Maybe I can cure your leg disease, Mr. John. How about we make an appointment and I can diagnose you, Mr. John?"

I'm a little stuck, I'm addicted to blades and I can't find an excuse for Watson to fight... I will start to enter the secret sect tomorrow.