bestfiction Chapter 186 Diagnosis and Treatment
Chapter 186 Diagnosis and Treatment
Just as the two groups were about to cross paths, Phoenix, who was lying on Bourne's back, suddenly greeted the little girl in the down jacket:
"Hello, we are here to see a doctor. Have you seen the doctors here?"
The little girl in the down jacket looked up in surprise at the young lady who was lying on someone else's back with only half of her head exposed. The other person's eyes were sparkling, full of friendliness and hope, as if she had never been here.
She replied, "My father saw the doctor here, but unfortunately he died!"
"Who died? The doctor?" Phoenix asked curiously.
"No, it's my dad." The little girl with down-like hair hung her head.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Phoenix apologized quickly, and everyone present could hear the guilt and self-blame in her tone.
Phoenix continued, "My father died tonight, and my mother died too. Grandpa Norman was also seriously injured. We are here to find a doctor to treat Grandpa Norman's injuries. You said that doctor killed your father, so he must be a quack. We can't ask him to treat him!"
Bourne and Samantha were both so annoyed by the child's innocent words. There was nothing wrong with this logical reasoning!
Unexpectedly, the little girl in the down jacket nodded and agreed: "The doctors here can't save good people, they only treat bad people and help bad people!"
As she spoke, she turned around and glanced at the middle-aged man huddled in the corner of the elevator. The middle-aged man lowered his head in shame at the little girl's gaze.
As they were talking, Bourne had already pushed Norman into the elevator. Just as Bourne pressed the door-closing button, Phoenix suddenly interrupted and asked:
"Hi, my name is Phoenix, what's yours?"
"Emily!"
"Emily, I saw several black cars parked at the entrance of the parking lot. A man in a black suit called and said they had arrived and would catch the two women soon!"
Hearing this, Samantha suddenly felt something was wrong. Those people were probably here to find her.
Because Uncle Nathan, who usually took good care of her, sent him a message that was equivalent to breaking off relations. The company that usually treated her as a tool must have sold her to McAlester. Only her death could calm McAlester's anger and exchange for peace between the two companies.
This is such a good deal, but unfortunately I don’t agree with it!
Just as the elevator door was about to close, a foot blocked the door. It was Samantha.
She smiled charmingly at Bourne and said:
"Hey, big boy, could you please look after this little girl for a while?"
Emily tugged at her sleeve and asked anxiously, "Are you going to leave me?"
Samantha was helpless. She couldn't tell people outside Bourne that she was being hunted by the two largest gangs in Detroit. Taking Emily with her would undoubtedly be sending her to death.
As for asking Bourne for help, it was really a helpless move, but seeing this young man helping the elderly and children without any impatience, he must be a loving person. Although such people are rare in today's society, since I have met him, I might as well entrust Emily to him. I think he will not refuse -
"No, we have something else to do, it's not convenient!"
But while Samantha was still preparing herself mentally, Bourne had already pressed the close button again.
Samantha and Emily outside the door stared in amazement as the elevator door slowly closed. They didn't expect that the sunny and handsome boy would be so heartless.
Just as the elevator door closed, Bourne's voice came out from the elevator:
"Go to the third underground floor. There is a passageway connected to the parking lot next door. You'll be in trouble."
As the elevator slowly ascended, Phoenix quietly asked Bourne,
"Uncle Handsome, why don't you take Emily with you?"
Bourne smiled bitterly and said, "They are in trouble, but ours is no small matter either."
Because when he drove here, he received two messages at the same time:
One was from Jasmine, and it was intelligence about several major gangs in Detroit, and it specifically mentioned the gangs in the Bear Country. Their leader was called McAlester, and his son had just died. He was now frantically searching for the murderer, so he must not run into the gun.
Our colleagues from the FBI in Detroit have arrived at the scene and completed the investigation.
The good news is that the other party is indeed illegally growing marijuana, and the amount is not small, enough to spend the rest of their lives in prison, so Hernandez and Norman are basically fine;
The bad news is that this drug addict couple is supplying the Mao Xiong Gang, and the Mao Xiong Gang is in a sensitive period because the boss's son just died, and they are very irritable, so they suggest that Bourne's friends should go out and hide...
Byrne had called Hernandez and told her to go home, pack her things, and go into hiding until the storm had passed.
As for the arrangements for Norman and Phoenix, Bourne hasn't made up his mind yet.
All he wanted now was to quickly treat Norman's injuries, find a safe place to hide the old and the young, and then hurry to the Warrens' house.
Fortunately, the time was around the second half of the night, otherwise.
Just like that, several people with their own thoughts came to the floor that Jasmine mentioned. As soon as the elevator door opened, a faint smell of blood drifted into the nostrils of everyone in the elevator.
Bourne and Phoenix both looked at the middle-aged man who was still sitting on the ground in a daze, and their eyes expressed the same meaning:
"Explain to me why there are more than one dead person lying in the hallway of your clinic? Are you a doctor or a murderer?"
The man in the middle forced a smile and said defensively, "I said I didn't kill those people. Do you believe me?"
"Of course, Dr. Rich, I believe you."
Bourne nodded and continued, "As long as you save us, we will believe whatever you say you did."
Phoenix, who was lying on Bourne's back, nodded in agreement: "I believe you are not a quack. Grandpa will definitely be cured."
The middle-aged man, Ricky, the attending doctor of this clinic, said with a sad face: "Don't worry, I'm not good at killing people, but I'm the best at saving people."
As he said this, he stood up, and in a panic, he avoided the two corpses and the flowing blood in the clinic corridor, and led Bourne to a medical room at the end.
Putting Norman on the operating table, Bourne asked carefully, "Doctor, do you need my help?"
Ricky was already checking Norman's wound. He was amazed. "This gentleman's recovery is really amazing. The wound has grown back even though the broken knife has been healed. I need to re-cut his wound, take out the blade, suture the wound, and give him a few injections of antibiotics. In addition, this gentleman has lost too much blood, but it doesn't matter. I have plenty of blood bags here."
Bourne nodded.
The reason why he did not pull out the broken knife stuck in Norman's abdomen was, on the one hand, the environment was too dark and he was afraid of accidentally scratching Norman and causing the wound to expand; on the other hand, there was a lack of antibiotics and blood transfusion conditions.
After all, the Door of All Wonders can accelerate wound healing, but it is based on consuming its own stored energy, not creating something out of nothing. Magic must also obey the law of conservation of energy.