Breaking Through the Clouds: 9.Chapter 9

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At nine o'clock in the morning, beside the tree-lined road downstairs in the private nursing home, a silver car stopped abruptly.

"There is still half an hour." Yang Mei turned her head and asked: "Shall I wait with you?"

"No, just an appointment for re-examination. I am not disabled." Jiang Ting unlocked his seat belt and got out of the car door: "Busy you go."

Yang Mei hurriedly rolled down the car window: "Then you will be done later and wait for me to pick you up!"

Jiang Ting walked into the gate of the nursing home and waved away without looking back.

The peach blossom makeup that Yang Mei drew specially for today drooped down, and she sighed in frustration, and had to drive far along the road.

——What she didn't see was that in the rearview mirror, a black Phaeton quietly stopped at the place where she was just now.

Yan Xi in the driver's seat put out her cigarette butt, watched her disappear into the traffic, and then turned to the nursing home building across the road.

"Here is your porridge side dish!"

There were not many people in the breakfast shop downstairs in the inpatient department. Jiang stopped in the corner, glanced at his watch, and took apart the disposable wooden chopsticks.

In his early years, he dealt with cases day and night, and it was common for him to be hungry and full, and later he suffered a stomachache. When a person reaches a certain age, those who owe his body in his early years will have to double back. After being severely affected by low blood sugar several times, he finally dare not deal with three meals casually, forcing himself to develop something that must be put in the stomach in the morning. habit.

The phone shook on the desktop. It was Yang Mei’s WeChat: "Have you had breakfast?"

Jiang Ting typed the word "um" and went back.

When he clicked send, he suddenly seemed to have caught something out of his line of sight, so he looked up.

Not far from the other side of the breakfast shop, there was no time to take back his eyes, and he bumped into him in an instant.

He 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 with muscles stretched across his shoulders. The brim of the hat was so low that he couldn't see his face from a distance. . The eyes of the two crossed for only a short while, and then the man lowered his head nonchalantly and continued to eat, turning the page of the newspaper, as if it was just an illusion.

Jiang Ting's eyes flickered slightly, and then he patrolled the whole shop, but his face remained silent.

A few minutes later, he put aside the half-drinking porridge and the side dishes that he barely moved, got up to check out and left.

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"Before you became unconscious, your body muscles were pretty good. Even if you stayed in bed for three years, you didn't completely degenerate. Blood pressure was pretty normal. Do you have dizziness, low back pain or pain in your limbs after you were discharged from the hospital?"

In the examination room, Jiang Ting leaned on the white couch, with his fingers crossed naturally on his abdomen, "Occasional cramps when he walks longer."

The doctor nodded: "Normally, we must continue to do rehabilitation training according to the original plan we have made, and we should not rush."

This expensive private nursing home does not have many patients, and there are even fewer people at this time before lunch. The examination was completed quickly, the doctor prescribed some medicine to take it on time, and made an appointment for the next re-examination. Suddenly Jiang Ting asked casually: "Did anyone come to see me in the past few days since I was discharged from the hospital?" /

"Oh, it is true." The doctor also remembered when he reminded him: "Your relative was on a business trip and wanted to come to see you. It happened that you were discharged from the hospital the day before, and he asked your girlfriend about it. Contact information is here."

Jiang paused for a few seconds, then seemed to be a little surprised: "Relatives? What's your name?"

The doctor is probably thinking about how unsuccessful relatives this is. Why didn’t he show up for three years, so he laughed: "A man in his forties is very strong--you will go to the front desk later. The nurse should have the name after checking it. He said it was your distant cousin. What, do you have an impression?"

"Is it over 1.8 meters tall and wearing a baseball cap?"

"Hey, yes, yes! Is that really your cousin?"

Jiang Ting remembered the gaze in the breakfast shop just now, and his face was dark, 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, but he didn't give it, so he turned around and left."

Jiang Ting got off the examination bed, bent over to fasten his shoelaces, buttoned his shirt to the top one by one, and straightened his clothes carelessly.

The doctor just turned around after signing. Chenguang Zhongjiang stopped in front of the window, his hair was jet-black and his cheeks were snow-white, his back smoothly flowed all the way to the narrow waist and slender legs, like a straight bowstring.

The doctor was a little surprised.

Originally, they all thought that the patient in bed 538 was a poor country boy eating soft food. They didn't expect to meet again after he recovered. Jiang Ting's behavior and body posture were obviously very different from the rumors in the hospital.

"Someone will come to me next time," Jiang Ting said, "Don't pay attention, and don't ask for your name."

The doctor finally did not overwhelm his strong curiosity: "That... is he really your cousin?"

"No." Jiang stopped buttoning his sleeves, and said lightly: "It's the creditor."

Doctor: "..."

Jiang Ting finished the examination, said goodbye to the doctor with weird expression, and went out with the results of the re-examination.

Most people who can come to this nursing home are vegetatives who hang in their throats and rely on instruments to maintain their lives, or elderly patients who are too old to walk around. They are pushed out by the nursing staff to go around in the corridor. turn. Jiang Ting patiently waited for the wheelchairs of several elderly people to pass by. When the elevator door in front was closed, he did not wait any longer and went down the handrail stairs in the middle of the corridor to the lobby on the first floor.

The building has noisy voices, nurses shuttled around in the hall, and family members are admitted and discharged. Jiang Ting turned around the corner of the stairs, was about to descend the last flight of stairs, and suddenly stopped.

Passing through the whole hall, there is an advanced personal display window on the wall near the door.

A man with a tall horse and a burly figure, the man wearing a black baseball cap is facing his back, staring at the glass on the shop window.

——In the glass reflection, Jiang on the stairs in the distance stopped and took a half step back.

The man turned his face, and it was the same man in the breakfast shop.

The eyes of the two met again across the crowd, and they seemed to understand something at the same time. In the next second, Jiang Ting suddenly turned around and went straight upstairs, but the man raised his foot to catch up!

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At the same time, the top office of the hospital building.

The door was closed tightly, and there were only two people in the large suite. Except for the slight noise of turning over the medical records, even each other's breathing was clearly audible.

"..." The dean craned his neck imperceptibly, looked at the □□ on the coffee table in front of him, and then looked at the man on the opposite sofa, not so much the city police captain, but rather a handsome, rich boy who had nothing to do. , Murmured inside.

It’s too much to be a police officer these days, isn’t it really okay for this outfit to work in an agency?

I still said that I was shaved. It was not a criminal policeman at all, but which small TV station came to shoot the reality show?

"Ahem!" Yan Xiu cleared his throat.

The dean immediately retracted his neck, showing a friendly smile.

Yan Xiu pointed to the medical record and asked: "Here is the cause of the head injury caused by the severe impact of the patient. Why can it be determined that it was a car accident, not an explosion?"

The dean smiled "don't tease me anymore": "Look at what you said, can a car accident be the same as an explosion? Our doctor will never admit it."

"What's the matter with the burn?"

"Well," the dean pondered for a moment, and said, "Mr. Lu was transferred to our hospital by his girlfriend. When he came over, he was already in the lowest state of consciousness. He was only far from being a vegetative person in the true sense. One step away. 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 are being transferred to our hospital. I have been treated carefully before, and I have recovered pretty well."

Yan Xiu asked: "Other injuries?"

The dean said: "There are quite a lot of infections, malnutrition, misalignment caused by dislocation of the left elbow, skin ulceration of the right wrist and damage to the tendon and nerve, and large-scale abrasions throughout the body. These. They all happened before the accident, and it took about half a year of nursing care to get better."

Yan Xi was pondering for a long while, and there was no joy or anger in his expression, and suddenly said: "The wrist tendon and nerve are damaged. Basically, they are cuts."

"Yes, that's what I said. But what about Mr. Lu..."

"How?"

The dean hesitated to speak, and finally replied: "It looks like a human tooth is bitten out."

Yan Xi's hand holding the medical record trembles slightly.

The dean sighed and said with a smile: "So we all guessed at the time that this patient was afraid that he had just escaped from the MLM organization and was driving fast on the road. Otherwise, why would he crash so badly?"

"Then why didn't you call the police?"

"Hey! What you said, we are a private nursing home. We are playing a high-end market route to protect the privacy of patients and respect the wishes of family members." The dean rubbed his hands and lowered his voice with a smile: " It’s not that you didn’t take the initiative to cooperate with your police work, but at that time, Ms. Yang did not let go, saying that she just didn’t want to call the police to let people know, so she transferred to our hospital. The competition in private recuperation is extremely fierce, and we are also out of word of mouth. Considerations..."

Yan Xiu interrupted him: "What is the relationship between Yang Mei and Jiang...Lu Chengjiang?"

The dean said: "It's the relationship between boy and girl friends. To be honest, we all think it is true love. After all, Ms. Yang is in such a good condition and she is a person in the scene-generally we are not allowed to the private affairs of customers The employees chewed their tongues, but when Mr. Lu woke up, he looked a little strange."

Yan Xi said "Oh": "Weird?"

The dean hesitated for a few seconds, then smiled: "Just watching...it looks like Miss Yang is leaning against her boyfriend more."

Yan Xi didn't answer, and snorted almost silently in his nose.

Yang Mei is obviously not an honest "scenario person". She may not have committed a crime, but she is sure to walk in the gray area. Jiang Ting must have helped her quell her case in Gongzhou and Jianning, and Jiang Ting was the next head of the anti-drug commander of the Gongzhou Public Security Bureau before she died in the explosion due to a command error. Strong competition for candidates.

At that time, Yang Mei's ability to hug Jiang Ting's thigh was a miracle.

The dean couldn’t figure out what Yan Xi meant, so he looked at him carefully: "Um... Captain Yan, do you think there is anything else? We must cooperate with all our strength, knowing everything, everything... …"

Yan Xi waved his hand, returned the medical record to him, and stood up.

The dean immediately got up to give it away, and just thought of a polite sentence, suddenly only heard Yan Xiu say: "There is one last question."

"Hey, you said you said."

However, the dean was stunned by Yan Xi's next sentence. He only listened to him slowly asking: "When that Mr. Lu was first sent, you gave him a blood test. Did you find out that he had taken drugs? ?"