Chapter 9: Chapter 9

At nine o'clock in the morning, a silver car stopped abruptly along the tree-lined road below the private nursing home.
"Half an hour." Yang Mei turned her head and asked, "I'll wait with you?"
"No, just make an appointment for a re-examination. I'm not disabled." Jiang Zhan unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car door. "Busy you."
Yang Mei hurriedly lowered the window: "Then you'll finish it and wait for me to pick up!"
Jiang Zang walked into the nursing home's door without waving his head, waving back.
The peach blossom makeup that Yang Mei had deliberately drawn for today pulled down, and she sighed in a loss, and had to drive farther along the road.
What she didn't see was that in the rearview mirror, a black Phaeton stopped silently at her previous position.
Yan Liao extinguished her cigarette on the driver's seat and watched her disappear into the traffic flow, then turned her gaze towards the sanatorium building across the road.
"Here-your congee!"
There were not many people in the breakfast shop downstairs in the inpatient department. Jiang stopped in the corner, looked at his watch, and took off the disposable wooden chopsticks.
In his early years, he handled the case night and day, and it was common to starve and satiate, but then he broke his stomach. When a person reaches a certain age, those who owe their health in the early years should double back, and after being severely bruised by hypoglycemia for several times, they finally dared not deal with the three meals any more, forcing them to develop something that must be placed in the stomach in the morning habit.
The phone vibrated on the desktop. It was Yang Mei's WeChat: "Did you have breakfast?"
Jiang Zhan typed a word and went back.
When I clicked Send, suddenly his eyes seemed to catch something, and he looked up.
Not far from the other end of the breakfast shop, there was a time to look back, and he hit him right away.
It was a man in a white short-sleeved t-shirt and a baseball cap. He was about forty years old, he was a burly man, his shoulders were stretched with muscles, his brim was extremely low, and his face could not be seen from a distance. The eyes of the two of them only staggered for a short while, and then the man casually lowered his head and continued to eat, turning the newspaper over the pages, it seemed like an illusion just now.
Jiang Zhan's eyes flickered slightly, and then he looked around the whole shop, but his face was not exposed.
A few minutes later, he set aside for half of the porridge and side dishes, and got up to check out and left.
"The muscles of your body before the coma were quite good, even if you stayed in bed for three years. The blood pressure was quite normal. Was there dizziness, low back pain or pain in your limbs after you were discharged?"
In the examination room, Jiang stopped leaning on the white couch, his fingers crossed naturally on his abdomen, "I sometimes get cramps when I walk longer."
The doctor nodded: "Normally, we must continue to do rehabilitation training according to our original plan, and we must not rush."
This expensive private sanatorium does not have too many patients, and there are fewer people before lunch. The examination was done quickly. The doctor prescribed some medicines to eat on time and made an appointment for the next re-examination. Suddenly, he only listened to Jiang Zhan and asked, "Is anyone seen me during the past few days?"
"Oh, it does." The doctor was reminded by his reminder, too. "Your relative went on a business trip and wanted to see you. You happened to be discharged the day before. He also asked your girlfriend's contact information. On. "
Jiang paused for a few seconds, and then seemed a little surprised: "relatives? What's your name?"
The doctor estimates that this is a relative who ca n’t beat each other, how he has n’t been there for three years, and laughs:
A man in his forties is very strong-you will go to the front desk to check with the nurse There should be a name. He said it was your cousin from afar. Why, do you have an impression? "
"Is it over a meter and a dozen and wearing a baseball cap?"
"Ah, right! Really your cousin?"
Jiang Zhan remembered the glance in the breakfast shop just now, but his face was slightly dull, but he neither admitted nor refuted: "Did the nurse give him Yang Mei's number?"
The doctor said, "Where can it be, who knows who he is. Our nurse asked him if he wanted to leave a contact information, and he didn't give it, and left."
Jiang Zhan came down from the examination bed, bent over and tied his shoelaces, buttoned the shirt buttons to the top, and carelessly adjusted the whole placket.
The doctor finished signing and turned back. In the morning light, Zhongjiang stopped at the window, her hair was black and her cheeks were white, her back straight down to the narrow waist and long legs, like a stretched bowstring.
The doctor was a little surprised.
At first, they all thought that the 538-bed patient was a poor boy in the countryside who had a soft meal. He didn't expect to see him again after the recovery.
"Someone will come to me next time," Jiang Zong said. "Don't talk about it or ask your name."
The doctor finally did not suppress his strong curiosity: "That ... is he really your cousin?"
"No." Jiang stopped buttoning his sleeves and said lightly, "It's the creditor."
Doctors:"……"
Jiang Zhan ended his inspection, said good-bye to the doctor, and went out with the results of the reexamination.
Most of the people who can come to this nursing home are vegetatives hanging from their throats, relying on instruments to support their lives, or elderly patients who are difficult to move at an older age. They are pushed out by the nursing staff to move around the corridor. Jiangzhan waited patiently for the wheelchairs of several elderly people to pass by. He saw that the elevator door in front was closed, and he did not wait any longer.
The building was noisy, nurses shuttled through the lobby, and family members were being admitted and discharged. Jiang stopped turning around the corner of the staircase, was about to go down the last staircase, and suddenly stopped.
Through the entire hall, there is an advanced personal display window by the wall near the gate.
A tall and burly man, a man wearing a black baseball cap is facing his back, staring at the glass in the shop window.
In the reflection of the glass, I saw Jiang stopped on the stairs in the distance and then stepped back half a step.
The man turned his face, exactly the man from the breakfast shop.
The two eyes met again across the crowd, and they seemed to understand something at the same time. The next second, Jiang Zhan turned around and went straight upstairs, and the man raised his foot and chased him up!
At the same time, the top office of the hospital building.
The door was tightly closed, and there were only two people in the grand suite. Except for the slight sound of turning the medical record, even breathing was clear and audible.
"..." The dean stretched his neck easily, and looked at the coffee table in front of him, and then, on the opposite sofa, the handsome wealthy boy who was not so much a wanderer as the captain of the Municipal Bureau of Interpol. Murmured.
The oil and water of being a police officer these days is too much, is it really okay to work in an organization?
Or was he stupefied? This wasn't a criminal detective at all, but which small TV station did the reality show?
"Ahem!" Yan l cleared his throat.
The dean immediately retracted his neck and smiled attentively and kindly.
Yan l pointed to the medical record and asked: "Where is the cause of the head injury caused by the patient's severe impact, why can it be determined that it is a car accident, not an explosion?"
The dean smiled "Don't tease me": "Look at what you said, can a car accident be the same as an explosion? Our doctor will never admit it."
"What happened to that burn?"
"This is it," said the dean for a moment, and said, "Mr. Lu was transferred to our hospital by his girlfriend at the beginning. It was already in the lowest state of consciousness when he came here, only one step away from the real vegetative people. . Although we admitted Mr. Lu, his condition is indeed very bad. In addition to the serious head injury caused by the car accident, there are many other injuries. In contrast, the burns on his limbs were already transferred to our hospital. After careful treatment, it is already recovering well. "
Yan asked: "Other injuries?"
The dean said: "There are a lot of infections, malnutrition, misalignment caused by dislocation of the left elbow, damage to the skin of the right wrist and damage to the tendon nerve, and extensive abrasions around the body. These are all car accidents. What happened before, it took about half a year to get better. "
Yan was pondering for a long time, but no mood or anger appeared between his expressions. He suddenly said, "The wrist tendon nerve is damaged, basically it is cut."
"Yes, that's what it says. But Mr. Lu ..."
"how?"
The dean stopped talking and finally answered, "It looks like someone's teeth bit out."
Yan l trembled slightly while holding the medical record.
The dean sneered and laughed: "So we all guessed at the time that this patient was afraid that he had just drove off the road as soon as he escaped from the MLM organization, otherwise how could he hit so hard?"
"Then why didn't you call the police?"
"Hi! What you said, we are private nursing homes, we are signing highly protected patients , respecting the wishes of family members, and follow the high-end market line." The director rubbed his hands and lowered his voice and laughed: "No I took the initiative to cooperate with your police work, but at that time Ms. Yang couldn't let go of her life, saying that she just didn't want to call the police to let people know, so she transferred to our hospital. The competition for private recuperation was extremely fierce, and we also considered it for word of mouth ... "
Yan interrupted him: "What is the relationship between Yang Mei and Jiang ... Lu Chengjiang?"
The dean said: "It's the relationship between men and women. Honestly we all feel that we really love it. After all, Miss Yang is so good, and she's the person on the scene. Generally, we don't allow employees to chew on the private affairs of customers. Tongue, but after Mr. Lu woke up, he looked really weird. "
Yan l said "Oh": "Strange?"
The dean hesitated for a few seconds, and laughed: "It's just looking at ... it's like Miss Yang is picking up her boyfriend more."
Yan l didn't answer, and grinned almost silently in the nose.
Yang Mei is obviously not an honest "scene person". She may not have actually committed a crime, but she is sure to swim in a gray area. Her case in Gongzhou and Jianning must be helped by Jiang Zhan, and Jiang Zong was the next commander of the Gongzhou Public Security Department ’s anti-drug commander in terms of seniority and merit before her death due to a command error. Competitive candidates.
At that time, Yang Mei was able to call Jiangzhan's thigh, and it could be called a miracle.
The dean couldn't understand the meaning of Yan's hum, and carefully looked at him: "That ... Captain Yan, do you think there is anything else? We must cooperate fully, know everything, talk endlessly ..."
Yan l waved his hand, returned him the medical record, and stood up.
The dean immediately got up and wanted to send it. He just wanted to say a few words, and suddenly only listened to Yan: "There is one last question."
"Ah, you said you said."
However, Yan's next sentence made the dean hold back, only listening to him slowly asking: "When Mr. Lu was just delivered, did you have a blood test for him, did you find out that he had taken drugs?" 2k Read novel