Chapter 98 The Operation Begins

Compared with last week, Cross Road Hospital has a completely new look. The once dilapidated and peeling exterior walls have been painted pure white, and the path in front of the door has been paved with stone bricks to protect those who come and go from getting muddy and dirty shoes.

Walking into the hospital lobby, brand-new stainless steel seats are placed in the clean and spacious space. Free drinking water buckets and simple promotional brochures are set up near each waiting area. There are also pots of decorative plants placed in the corners. The greenery dilutes the cold color of the hospital, adding a faint touch of vitality to this cold space filled with the strong smell of disinfectant and the faint smell of methanol.

The original dilapidated triage table has been replaced by a brand new white round table, inside which three nurses in charge of triage are busy receiving an endless stream of patients.

Watson quietly followed the team and waited for triage. Perhaps due to some kind of fate, the person who was about to receive him was the optimistic girl Clovette who seemed to have two faces.

He could already hear the curses on the opponent's chest from across the team.

“Damn it, damn it, why do I have to do such boring work in this place... I also want to participate in the ceremony, and I also want to practice dismemberment techniques on those pigs without restraint!! !”

"It's all your fucking fault, you damn abominable Clovette! Not only did you take my body, but now you want to use my beautiful smile just to flatter these disgusting pigs in front of you!"

"Disgusting, you really make me feel disgusted!!!"

"Ugh...you make me feel ashamed!"

"Why do I have to stay in this body with you!!! When will Mr. Winfrey complete his research, cut your mind out of my body, and give me the real one?" Free!”

Listening to Crowett's words from her heart and face, Watson felt that the other party had inadvertently revealed a major secret.

He thought in his mind: "Originally, I thought that the moth's senses were just some kind of association, showing me a certain essential aspect of the esoteric practitioner in an alternative and twisted form... But now it seems that it may really be able to eavesdrop. Did you hear the object's thoughts? Or is this still just a moth's whim? "

"But if this fantasy sense can indeed touch reality...doesn't it mean that the face in Clovette's heart is real?"

"Seizing the body, severing the mind... Winfreth Morgan is really capable of accomplishing such incredible things?"

"If spiritual consciousness...or specifically the human soul, can also be transferred between different bodies due to external forces...then I always understand why he was able to obtain such a large amount of anonymous sponsorship. ”

"In this world, no high-ranking person with power can refuse the temptation of immortality... All you need to do is transfer your thoughts to a young body when you are old. Isn't this a different kind of immortality?"

"But... is this really the ability that Winfres can master now?"

"Judging from the past several contacts, although the Winfrey I saw through the moth sense was an extremely weird black-haired monster, the sense of oppression he gave me was only comparable to that with William. Stalemate is far inferior to the mysterious owner of the Shedding Club... Logically speaking, he should not have mastered extremely high-level taboo knowledge, and it is impossible for him to master such a magical ability. "

"Could it be that the secret message he has mastered...the power that seems to be the code of the heart, has a magical power that William the Blader does not possess?"

All kinds of strange thoughts flashed through Watson's mind, and he had already reached the front of the team.

Clovette, who always had a smiling face, also recognized Mr. Watson, whom she had only met once. As soon as she saw the sharp-edged face, she shouted happily:

"Ah, Mr. Watson, you are finally here! Dr. Winfrey has been waiting for you in the office for a long time. He also specially told me to take you directly to see him as soon as he sees you."

Watson seemed shocked by this solemn attitude, "Hey, Mr. Winfrey, why are you so polite? What if other patients are delayed because they are waiting for me?"

Crowett covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't worry, the hospital has already arranged enough doctors to treat patients. Only special patients whose condition is really serious will be Mr. Winfrey's turn to take action. He is now I have to be responsible for various hospital management tasks every day, which is very busy.”

Before Watson could reply, the consultant who had just left in front of him heard this conversation and turned back unconvinced and shouted: "What's going on in this hospital? I obviously arrived earlier than him, so I'm not with you They said they wanted to make an appointment with Dr. Winfrey to examine me, but you told me that I would have to wait in line until the day after tomorrow... Why can this guy see Dr. Winfrey directly as soon as he comes! This is a hospital that has just been established and you started doing it? Which one is treated differently?”

The consultant, who looked extremely healthy, shouted loudly, "Hey everyone, come and see. This Crossroad Hospital claims to not forget its original intention, but in fact it has begun to treat the guy behind me differently." I can see Dr. Winfrey directly, but I have to wait a few days in front of me - is it because my family is poor, so I have to wait in line? But this guy in a suit can jump in line! !”

"It's not fair, it's not fair!!!"

"When they just opened, they said they were selflessly devoting themselves to the people, but now they are letting the rich cut in line...Will they have to raise the price in the future? They ignore the pain of us poor people and only care about the health of the nobles!!!"

Facing this guy who was obviously here to make trouble, Crovitt still smiled, but her face with a bulge in her chest was staring at him with a resentful look, and her eyes seemed to be pregnant with some invisible power.

The other face of Crovitt became distorted and crazy, and the flesh and blood on her pretty face shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as thin and haggard as a hungry person who had not eaten for a long time.

And her eyes seemed to absorb the nutrition of the flesh and blood on her face, her round eyes bulged like a deformed goldfish, and her pupils burst out with a scarlet glow that seemed to condense into substance.

The red light hit the heart of the troublemaker like an arrow. The other party was still spitting and spreading unfounded accusations, but at this moment, he suddenly shook all over, as if he was trembling, and trembling.

The most primitive desire surged up to the brain along the blood, reflecting the window of the soul with a pink chaotic color, and the heart was filled with unprecedented passion. It was an abundant energy that could not be matched by drinking Spanish Fly foaming agent. His blood circulated faster, his face was flushed, and the muscles of a certain old friend were stiff and straight.

The troublemaker looked at the beautiful young girl in the triage desk, licked his cracked lips unconsciously, and swallowed hard, but it could not relieve the thirst in his throat at all.

"This woman is really, really beautiful! She is much more beautiful than the rouge powder in Pink Lane. I think she must be... Hehehe."

The troublemaker was confused and spoke the truth unconsciously. He unconsciously stretched out his hands, bent his five fingers into an eagle claw shape, and showed a wretched expression on his face. Anyone who saw it could guess that this person must be thinking about something immoral.

"Hehehe, I just wanted to come here to perform a play and make some money today, but I didn't expect to meet such a good guy here... I'll do this and that first, and then this and that, isn't it happy!"

The troublemaker spewed obscene words and howled like a hungry wolf, and was about to jump directly onto the triage table and pounce on the little sheep whose smiling face had turned into fear.

However, the hungry wolf's momentum of pounce was intercepted halfway. The shepherd with inconvenient legs and feet took action and swept the wooden stick with crutches. The wooden stick with extra restraint broke the bridge of the hungry wolf's nose, and blood flowed into his mouth. The salty and fishy taste stimulated the hungry wolf to wake up for a moment. It looked at the hateful guy who stopped it from pursuing pleasure, and saw that the sturdy wooden stick was close again, hitting its head heavily.

The hungry wolf fell into an unconscious coma... Well, it may also be accompanied by a series of minor symptoms such as severe concussion and intracranial hemorrhage.

Watson put away his cane, but a trace of pain flashed across his face. It seemed that he had used too much force and his old injuries on his shoulders and legs had been agitated.

The security guards patrolling the lobby quickly came and dragged the unconscious troublemaker away and threw him out onto the street in front of the hospital.

Crovitt slapped her chest in shock, causing the face in her chest to roar repeatedly, opening her mouth and biting down, as if she wanted to bite off the fingers that were slapping her face, but her bite went straight through the white and tender fingers like a shadow.

"Phew - Fortunately you are here, Mr. Watson, otherwise this strange guy would have succeeded!"

Watson smiled and nodded slightly, "Miss Crovitt is too polite. Helping a beautiful girl in danger is the unshirkable responsibility of every gentleman."

Crovitt chuckled again, "Hehehe, Mr. Watson, you are such a humorous gentleman."

"Thank you Miss Crovitt for your compliment. I am honored." Watson bowed slightly, then retracted his cane and tapped the ground, "Sorry, in order not to hinder Mr. Winfrey's subsequent Work, I'd better go to the operating room first. Which direction should I go? "

"Mr. Watson, go up the stairs on the left to the third floor, then turn right to the third room. The room with the Dean's Office on the door is where Dr. Winfreys is."

"Okay, thank you."

Watson was not in a hurry to go to the operating room. He first walked around the hospital like a man in a hurry, but in fact he was silently memorizing the environment and routes inside the hospital, and building a three-dimensional model of the Crossroads Hospital in his mind... He already knew the most preferred retreat and infiltration routes.

After all the preparations were ready, he staggered and lifted his weak left leg that had cut off the tibial nerve again, and limped to the Dean's office at the end of the third floor.

Two knocks on the door sounded, and then a voice came from inside the door asking to come in.

Watson then pushed the door open and walked in. This was not a particularly spacious office, and it was even a little narrow and shabby for a hospital director. There were not many decorations in the room, only two small plants in the corner, a row of bookshelves filled to the brim, and a simple desk that looked cheap.

Winfreys Morgan was working hard at his desk, browsing through the documents without looking up.

From Watson's perspective, it seemed that the financial application form for internal hospital expenses showed that Crossroads Hospital had been prepared quite formally in just a few days.

"Mr. Morgan, it's John Watson. Miss Crovitt at the triage desk told me to come here directly to see you."

Watson came to the desk and put down the gift he had been holding in his hand - a premium whiskey produced by the Lagavulin Distillery.

Winfres felt the vibration of the table and heard the words of the visitor. He suddenly looked up and said, "Ah, John, it's you. I thought it was an internal staff of the hospital who came to report on work."

But he was thinking in his heart, I have already judged your identity through the strong heartbeat.

Watson walked on the wooden chair in front of the table. The hard touch made his buttocks, which were used to feeling soft recently, feel a little uncomfortable, but it was only for a moment.

"It seems that Mr. Morgan is very busy at work recently. Do you want me to come back for a follow-up visit another day? Wait until you finish this period of time?"

Although Watson's words seemed very calm, his gloomy face and restless posture still exposed his inner anxiety.

Winfreys was very satisfied with this. He had recently sent people out to investigate. It turned out that John Watson in front of him had fallen out with the female detective Charlotte Holmes. It was said that the female detective looked down on him as a disabled person and felt that he was in the way. She was even more angry that he had leaked the details of the case of the so-called smuggling arms group, which was actually the Blade Cult, and directly expelled John from the Holmes Detective Agency.

John, who was hit hard by this, has been looking for doctors everywhere during this period. He has visited many famous doctors in the city, but all of them have returned in vain. According to Aunt Mona downstairs from John, the other party has begun to seek help from wizards and shamans in despair... So it seems that the other party is just suitable to be absorbed into the cult at this time.

However... there is no need to be so anxious. First give John a little sweetness, let him see a glimmer of hope, and then guide him step by step to gradually remove his inner defenses.

Winfreys put down the pen in his hand, stretched his waist, and the bones of his shoulders made a crisp sound, which sounded very tired.

He put down his glasses, took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay. I just took this opportunity to move around. It's not good for your health to sit at your desk for a long time."

"Did Mr. John have breakfast this morning?"

The disabled veteran officer who saw hope immediately responded, "No! I know that I'm not allowed to eat before anesthesia. I haven't eaten or drunk anything since ten o'clock last night."

"Very good." Winfreys showed a meaningful smile.

"Then let's go to the operating room now and see how to solve the pain that has troubled you, Mr. John, for a long time."

The patient who had been suffering from pain for a long time readily agreed.