Chapter 9

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

"There's still half an hour." Yang Mei turned her head and asked, "Can I wait with you?"

"No, just make an appointment for a re-examination, and I'm not disabled." Jiang Ting unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car door: "Go on with your work."

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

Jiang Ting walked into the gate of the sanatorium, without looking back, he waved his hand in the distance.

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

——What she didn't see was that in the rearview mirror, a black Phaeton silently stopped at the position she had just now.

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

"Come on - your porridge and side dishes!"

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

In the early years, he handled cases day and night, and it was common for him to be hungry and full, and later his stomach was boiled. When a person reaches a certain age, he will pay back double what he owes his body in the early years. After being severely beaten by hypoglycemia a few times, he finally dare not deal with three meals casually, and force himself to develop the idea of ​​putting something in his stomach in the morning. Habit.

The phone vibrated on the desktop, and it was Yang Mei's WeChat: "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Jiang Ting typed um and went back.

When he clicked send, he suddenly seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eyes and looked up.

At the other end of the breakfast shop not far away, You Dao's eyes didn't have time to look back, and he collided with him in an instant.

It was a man in a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap, about forty years old, with a burly physique, his muscles stretched to his shoulders, and the brim of his hat was so low that he couldn't see his face from a distance. The eyes of the two people only staggered for a short moment, and then the man lowered his head casually and continued to eat, flipping the pages of the newspaper, as if it was just an illusion.

Jiang Ting's eyes flickered slightly, and then his eyes wandered around the entire store, but his face was not revealed.

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

"Your muscles were in good condition before you fell into a coma. Even if you were in bed for three years, you didn't completely degenerate. Your blood pressure is pretty normal. Do you have dizziness, low back pain, or pain in your limbs after you leave the hospital?"

In the examination room, Jiang Ting was leaning on the white couch, with his fingers crossed on his abdomen naturally, "Occasionally I get cramps after walking for a long time."

The doctor nodded: "It's normal, we must continue to do the recovery training according to our original plan, and we can't be too hasty."

The high-fee private nursing home doesn't have many patients, and there are fewer people around this time before lunch. The examination was completed soon, and the doctor prescribed some medicine to take it on time, and made an appointment for the next re-examination. Suddenly, Jiang Ting asked casually, "Has anyone visited me in the past few days since I was discharged from the hospital?"

"Oh, there really is." The doctor was reminded by 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 also asked for your girlfriend's contact information. on."

Jiang paused for a few seconds, and then seemed a little surprised: "relative? What's your name?"

The doctor was probably thinking about what kind of relative this is, and why he hasn't shown up for three years, so he laughed: "A man in his forties, he's quite sturdy - you can go to the front desk to check with the nurse later. There should be a name, he said it is your distant cousin. What, do you have an impression?"

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

"Hey, that's right! Really your cousin?"

Jiang Ting remembered the look in the breakfast shop just now, his expression darkened, but he neither admitted nor refuted: "—Did the nurse give him Yang Mei's number?"

The doctor said, "How can he do it? 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 tie his shoelaces, buttoned his shirt buttons to the top one by one, and straightened the placket carelessly.

After the doctor signed the letter, he just turned around. In the morning light, Jiang stopped in front of the window, with black hair and snow-white cheeks, his back flowing smoothly all the way to his 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 who had a soft meal, but they didn't expect that when they met again after recovery, Jiang Ting's speech, demeanor, and body shape were obviously very different from the rumors in the hospital.

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

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

"No." Jiang Ting buttoned his sleeves and said lightly, "It's the creditor."

doctor:"……"

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

Most of the people who can come to this sanatorium are vegetative people who hang in their throats and rely on equipment to maintain their lives, or elderly patients who are difficult to move around. Jiang Ting patiently waited for the wheelchairs of several elderly people to pass by. He saw that the elevator door in front was closed, so he didn't wait any longer, and went down the hall on the first floor from the handrail stairs in the middle of the corridor.

The building was full of people, nurses shuttled in and out of the hall, and family members were being admitted and discharged. Jiang Ting turned the corner of the stairs and was about to descend the last flight of stairs when he suddenly stopped.

Across the hall, there is an advanced personal display window on the wall near the gate.

A tall and burly man with a black baseball cap turned his back to him, staring at the glass on the window.

——In the glass reflection, saw Jiang Zhan standing on the stairs in the distance, and then took a half step back.

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

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

Meanwhile, the top office of the hospital building.

The door was tightly closed, and there were only two people in the huge suite. Apart from the slight sound of turning over the medical records, they could even hear each other's breathing clearly.

"..." The dean stretched his neck imperceptibly, looked at the police card on the coffee table in front of him, and looked at the police officer on the opposite sofa, not so much the captain of the city bureau criminal police, but a handsome and rich boy who had nothing to do. Mumbled.

It's too much oil and water to be a police officer these days. Is this outfit really okay in the agency?

Or say that he was smothered, this is not a criminal police officer at all, but which small TV station is shooting a reality show?

"Cough cough!" Yan Yan cleared his throat.

The dean immediately retracted his neck and showed an attentive and friendly smile.

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

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

"What about the burn?"

"Well," the dean pondered for a moment, and said, "Mr. Lu was transferred to us by his girlfriend at the beginning. When he came here, he was already in a state of minimal consciousness, and he was only one step away from being in a vegetative state in the true sense. Although we treated Mr. Lu, his condition was really bad. In addition to the severe head injury caused by the car accident, there were many other injuries. In contrast, the burns on his limbs had already been passed before he was transferred to our hospital. After careful treatment, it has been considered a good recovery.”

Yan Yan asked, "Other injuries?"

The dean said: "There are quite a few, various infections, malnutrition, dislocation of the left elbow caused by dislocated and unconnected, right wrist skin ulceration and damage to the tendons and nerves, large-scale abrasions all over the body, etc. These are all car accidents. What happened before, it took about half a year of nursing to slowly improve."

Yan Yan pondered for a long time, but his expression did not show any joy or anger, and suddenly said: "The tendon and nerve of the wrist are damaged, and it is basically a cut."

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

"how?"

The dean hesitated to speak, but finally answered: "It looks like a man's teeth are biting out."

Yan Yan's hand holding the medical record trembled 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 drove 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, and we play a signboard that highly protects the privacy of patients and respects the wishes of family members, and we follow the high-end market route." The dean rubbed his hands and lowered his voice to smile: "It's not that we don't take the initiative. To cooperate with your police work, it was just that at that time, Miss Yang didn't give up, saying that she just didn't want to call the police and let people know, so she came to our hospital. The competition for private recuperation is extremely fierce, and we also considered it out of word of mouth... …”

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

The dean said: "It's a relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend. To be honest, we all think it's true love. After all, Miss Yang is so good, and she's a person in the scene - generally we don't allow employees to chew on the private affairs of customers. Tongue, but after Mr. Lu woke up, it did look a little weird."

Yan Yan said "oh": "weird?"

The dean hesitated for a few seconds, then smiled: "Just watching... it seems that Miss Yang is more close to her boyfriend."

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

Yang Mei is obviously not an honest "scene person". She may not have actually committed a crime, but it is certain that she is walking in the gray area. Jiang Ting must have helped her settle her cases in Gongzhou and Jianning, and Jiang Ting was the next chief drug officer of Gongzhou Public Security Department in terms of qualifications and merits before he died in an explosion due to a command error. Competitive candidates.

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

The dean was not sure what Yan Yan meant by humming, and looked at him carefully: "That... Captain Yan, do you think there is anything else? We will cooperate fully, and we will say everything we know and say everything..."

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

The dean immediately got up and wanted to send him off. He was about to say a few words of courtesy when suddenly he heard Yan Yan say, "There is one last question."

"Hey, you say you say it."

However, Yan Yan's next sentence made the dean stunned, only to hear him slowly ask: "When that Mr. Lu was first brought here, did you do a blood test for him, did you find out that he had taken drugs?"

The author has something to say:

Yan Yan walked out of the office building of the Criminal Police Detachment with a gun in his hand, and he saw a handsome, handsome man with only the end of the cigarette in his hand. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw him, he immediately came forward and said earnestly, "Brother, wait a minute. !! Listen to the words of the seniors first!!"