Chapter 84 The Three Finally Meet

It was Saturday again, and night had fallen.

St. Archbishop's Hospital once again formed an orderly queue, and the densely packed heads of the patients were like the protruding backs of an ancient dragon. The long queue crawled slowly into the dark and silent hospital.

After a month, Winfreys's free clinic team became more and more formal.

At this moment, there was even a triage reception desk in front of the hospital gate. A girl with a smile on her face was responsible for meeting each patient and guiding the queue for consultation according to the symptoms they described.

Yes, there are now four doctors in St. Archbishop's Hospital, in addition to Winfreys Morgan, there are three new doctors.

These three doctors heard about the free clinic event that had recently caused a stir in the medical community of Fog City, and came here on their own initiative. They were either warm-hearted or for a good reputation... In short, they volunteered to contribute to the charity of St. Archbishop's Hospital, without charging a single consultation fee, but Winfreys was responsible for providing the medicine.

Winfreys did not agree to it casually. He seemed to be concerned about the medical safety of the poor people. He privately confirmed that the three doctors were qualified before allowing them to join the free clinic team.

As a result, the medical capacity of St. Agenni Hospital was greatly improved, which led to the growing number of consultation teams. Many poor people who learned about this place through word of mouth came here in droves.

And Watson seemed to have visited the foggy city to find a doctor but had no way to find one. Finally, he stepped into the door of St. Agenni Hospital.

The interior of the hospital, which had been in decline for a long time, was rejuvenated. Temporary oil lamps were hung in the corridor to illuminate the road. The large and empty hall was filled with old furniture that might have been bought from the flea market. Although the colors and styles were different, at least there was a place for patients to sit and wait.

There was even a free drinking fountain in the hall to deliver clean water to the thirsty patients. There was also a blackboard next to the drinking fountain, which depicted simple words and vivid cartoons, showing the importance of maintaining hygiene and avoiding diseases to the poor who were mostly illiterate.

Watson couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he didn't know the inside story, he would almost think that this was a normal night hospital.

He heard the woman in front of him who seemed to be here for the second time whispering, "Vivian, this place is really getting better and better. The last time I brought little Faye here, it was still shabby. I didn't expect it to be like a regular hospital now."

"Of course, when I came here to see the eczema below last week, I heard from others that there was an enthusiastic philanthropist in the city who didn't want to reveal his name who donated a large sum of money to this place, otherwise the medicine here would have been used up long ago."

Watson remained calm after hearing this, just following the team silently until half an hour later, when he finally came to the front of the triage team and saw the girl who was responsible for the preliminary diagnosis of the disease and triage.

This is an optimistic and cheerful girl, with short hair that barely reaches her ears, and her lips always unconsciously curled up. Optimism and cheerfulness seem to have been deeply imprinted in her bones, making her every frown and smile extremely cheerful and infectious... This is an optimistic girl who is hard to dislike.

But Watson may be an exception, because he saw the other person's true face through the vision of the moth - a young girl with two faces.

The first face is just as it appears to ordinary people, a naive and cheerful girl, with an overly cute smile on her face... But this smile is as illusory as a reflection in the water, as if it is slightly rippling.

The second face is bulging on the left side of the chest, which is the position of the heart. Although the facial features of that face were consistent with the real one, the eyebrows were filled with negativity and world-weariness, the veins on the forehead were bulging, the resentment and malice in the eyes were almost overflowing, the lips were tightly pursed, the teeth were clenched, and the chewing muscles on both sides were bulging high... It seemed that everything in the world was disgusting and resentful.

"Good evening, sir. I am Krovit, who is responsible for triage. May I ask if you feel uncomfortable in your body?" The first face asked gently.

"Fuck you, you are so lame and you still rush to join in the fun. Why didn't your mother throw you in the pigsty when she gave birth to you? Then you will find that you are also a pig with four legs when you are with those stupid pigs! Hahaha!!!" The second face laughed crazily.

Watson pretended not to hear the insults from the other side's virtual face, and replied with a smile: "Good evening, lovely Ms. Crovitt, your smile is so sweet, just like a spring breeze blowing into my heart, and my leg pain feels much relieved."

The girl at the front desk heard the gentleman's praise, and her flower-like smile bloomed more beautifully. She gently covered her mouth and laughed: "Hehe, sir, you are really good at talking. So you are injured in your legs and feet?"

The second face of the girl at the front desk continued to sneer: "Fuck you, you dead cripple, who are you being sarcastic about? Put away your disgusting compliments! Do you think I am willing to smile at you, an ugly freak? I feel sick when I see your bloated and fat face!

Ugh - you should go back to the pigsty and stay with your biological parents. The human world is very dangerous. At any time, someone may not understand a four-legged monster like you and can't help but shoot you and cut off the extra hair. Limbs...hehe, I just don’t know which limb will be broken when the time comes~"

Watson was already smiling, "Yes, my left leg was injured on the battlefield, and it left sequelae after the injury. It has always been a bit inflexible. I have seen many doctors in London but they can't cure the condition. I heard that there is a famous doctor here who is good at treating various difficult and complicated diseases. I don’t know which doctor should I go to? ”

"Hey, is it so serious?!"

Clovette heard that the inquirer's condition could not be cured even after searching all over London, and she covered her mouth in surprise, but the face in front of her heart revealed another thought in her mind: "You lame, damn cripple, you've seen it all So many doctors know that there is no cure, but they still come to us for consultation... Are you here to cause trouble? "

"If this is the case, then I recommend that you seek diagnosis from our Dr. Winfrey. He is the most skilled physician here and is also a researcher at the Institute of Medical Research of Great Britain. He may be able to diagnose the specific cause for you. "

Crowett said kindly.

However, she did not expect that the inquirer opposite showed a surprised expression after hearing her words, "Winfreth?! Is it Winfreth Morgan? Little Anna's father Winfrey?" "

She was even more surprised when she heard little Anna's name. How did this person know that Mr. Winfrey's daughter was called Anna? Could it be an old acquaintance of Mr. Winfrey?

"Yes, you are right. It seems that you and Dr. Winfrey have known each other for a long time?"

"It's not really an old acquaintance, it's just that I lived in the same hospital as little Anna before, and I met Mr. Morgan several times." The lame inquirer just waved his left hand stiffly. , Crovette could tell at a glance that the opponent's left shoulder should also have an old injury.

She looked enlightened and said, "That's it! It seems that you have indeed been to many places to find a way to cure your leg injury."

Crowett was thinking in her heart, this person said that he lived with little Anna at the Royal Free Hospital, which proved that the other person's family background must not be simple, at least he was a wealthy businessman. Moreover, he has experienced war, possesses certain military talents, and is acquainted with Mr. Winfrey... This is simply a high-class Protestant who has come to his door on his own initiative!

She suddenly couldn't wait any longer. If she missed such a high-quality cultivator, Mr. Winfrey would probably feel pity... He must be recruited into the cult as soon as possible!

Crowett asked with a smile: "Sir, you are a war hero who was wounded for the country, and you have priority right to see a doctor here... Why don't I ask other colleagues to take you directly to see you now?" Dr. Winfrey?"

The retired officer, the clinker, waved his hand to show that he was not in a hurry, "It's okay, I'll just line up like everyone else. It's a soldier's bounden duty to protect the homeland and the country. The injury was just my own careless mistake on the battlefield. It can't be called anything." War heroes... don’t deserve the privilege of jumping in line.”

As soon as Watson said these words, not only did the face of the girl in front of him show admiration, but even the other consultants lining up behind him couldn't help but applaud and sincerely praised him! This is the real war hero!

He just smiled and nodded slightly, showing more gentlemanly demeanor.

Crowett praised: "You are such a noble person. What is your name? And your specific symptoms, that is, the cause of the injury. I need to register the medical record so that Dr. Winfres can see it at a glance. I can see your problem without spending too much energy on the inquiry process. ”

"John H. Watson, suffered a bullet wound to the left shin."

Crowett then asked: "I see that you also have some problems with your left shoulder. Have you been shot by a bullet?"

"Yes, Miss Crovette is really powerful. She can actually see my shoulder injury at a glance. I thought I hid it well."

"Hehehe, Mr. Watson, you are overly complimentary. I also learned this from Mr. Winfrey. His medical skills are far superior to mine. He can definitely diagnose the specific cause of your illness."

After hearing this, Watson shook his head and sighed: "Well, I hope so too. It's not that I don't believe in Mr. Winfrey's ability. It's just that I have seen too many disappointments in London and I am already a little discouraged. "

Before Crowett could open his mouth to defend himself, the dockworker lined up behind Watson had already retorted: "Hey man, that's not what you said. Our Dr. Winfrey is no different from those money swindlers in the city." Black-hearted doctors are different! Have you ever seen a doctor give out medicine for free? And an old friend of mine had a similar problem to you. He was hit on the knee by goods and always walked backwards. He's limping, but since he came to see Dr. Winfrey—"

The dock worker raised his hand and pointed to a volunteer next to him who was busy helping to carry the medicine. "Look, he is as powerful as a brown bear now. He can hold up several men at work in a day!"

The disabled veteran smelled the strong volunteer, and his face showed longing. He replied: "If Mr. Winfrey can really cure my leg injury, I am also willing to donate half of my family wealth to help." This free clinic operation!”

When Crovitt heard this, her smile blossomed even brighter. She couldn't leave her post without permission, otherwise she had to personally welcome Mr. Watson, who was almost a new church member, to see the doctor.

The triage desk was busy, and Watson didn't stay for too long. He followed the team heading to Winfrey's clinic and soon entered the blue-purple hall.

Before he saw Winfrey sitting behind the desk at the end of the team, he saw his old subordinate Nello Bax standing.

The two looked at each other across the team, and both showed surprise on their faces.

"Nello?!"

"Captain Watson?!"

When Winfrey heard the assistant's voice, he couldn't help but look up, "Watson?!"