The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Wang Luan didn't think that this was a song that could soothe the emotions, the moonlight judged the sinners, so what did Dr. Andres do to stand such a trial?

"Who has Andres been in contact with recently?" Qi Chensheng stopped looking at the phonograph, and asked Zhang Fengliang persistently with his cane: "Patients, or acquaintances, have you checked?"

Zhang Fengliang nodded immediately after hearing this, and replied: "The basic situation has been figured out almost, and the two nurses from the clinic just came, and we are still asking them about the details."

Wang Luan was still thinking about the scalpel, so he asked, "Has Andres operated on anyone recently?"

"That's not true." I didn't want to ask this question, but Zhang Fengliang shook his head: "Not only recently, this Dr. Andres has never operated on people."

"Never had surgery?" Wang Luan frowned suspiciously. Judging from all the signs found so far, it didn't look like Andres had never had surgery.

Qi Chensheng also noticed the books in the cabinet. In his impression, this doctor Andres was famous for treating lung diseases, so he asked He Chengdong to invite him at that time, but he had never heard of him. do surgery.

"That's right," Zhang Fengliang continued to add: "There is no place for surgery in this entire clinic, and the two nurses also said that Dr. Andres usually treats trauma at most, but he does not perform surgery. "

"Go downstairs." Qi Chensheng glanced sideways at Wang Luan, knowing that he must still have some disbelief, and said in a deep voice.

Naturally, Zhang Fengliang had nothing to refuse, he dragged his nephew Zhang Mao behind him, and beckoned the two of them down to the first floor.

The first floor of the clinic is divided into two parts. The entrance is set up as a reception room, which should be convenient for patients to wait comfortably. Further inside is Andres' usual consultation room.

Right now, this is not a very spacious place, there are three or four patrolmen and two nurses gathered together.

The two nurses, one surnamed Xu, looked to be in their 30s and had worked in the clinic for many years. When they first heard the news of Andres' death, their eyes turned red.

The other one is younger, looks like he is not in his twenties, he just came here not long ago, and now his face is full of panic.

As soon as Qi Chensheng and Wang Luan came down, the patrolmen backed away spontaneously with winks, and Zhang Mao wanted to follow suit now, but he couldn't, so he could only bite the bullet and follow behind Zhang Fengliang.

There was nothing to see in the living room, and Wang Luan's mind was still on the archived cases.

Indeed, if you want to know who a doctor in a clinic has been in contact with recently, the case book must be a good clue.

When Wang Luan opened the case, Qi Chensheng was leaning against the window behind him, his eyes were slightly slanted, and he heard Zhang Fengliang say to the two nurses: "Tell me again, who has Dr. Andres been in contact with recently?" ?”

"Okay..." The older nurse Xu, with a calmer temper after all, wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and said, "Dr. Mr. Li is on better terms."

"There are also the Klaus brothers and sisters. They came to see Dr. Andres for burns, and then became friends and kept in touch."

Wang Luan followed what Nurse Xu said, and kept looking through the medical records with his slender fingers. Sure enough, he found the record of the two brothers and sister Klaus who came to treat burns four months ago.

"Is Dr. Andres treating the burn well?" Wang Luan asked after he paused for a moment, staring at the handwriting written by the pen.

"Yes," Nurse Xu nodded, sighed and said, "Doctor Andres has his own method, I don't know what kind of ointment he made, after applying it a few times, the wound heals very quickly...and look at it There will be no scars."

"Oh, that's right," Nurse Xu suddenly remembered something, and said again: "There is another Ms. Zhao who came to see Dr. Andres for burns at the beginning, but she recovered from the injury and still likes to come here. Seeing that she and Dr. Andres seem to be friends."

"It's a pity that the two of them didn't succeed..."

"Miss Zhao?" Maybe it was Andres' death, which always reminded Wang Luan of the story of Huapi, so when he heard the name of a young woman, he couldn't help but pay more attention: "Which Miss Zhao?"

"I heard that she is the lady of Zhao's family in the east of the city." As Nurse Xu said, she took out another case booklet from the cabinet and wanted to show it to him.

Qi Chensheng, who was leaning against the window, raised his head thoughtfully upon hearing this.

Listening to "Liang Ye Zhao", Wang Luan guessed that this should be a common name given by people, but he was not familiar with Yun Chuan's favor after all, so he looked at Qi Chensheng, meeting his gaze.

"Shen Sheng, do you know the Zhao family?"

"Hey, Miss Zhao, it's not..." Zhang Fengliang on the side seemed to suddenly think of something, just about to say it, but Qi Chensheng gave him a slight glance, and immediately closed his mouth knowingly.

"What?" Wang Luan was a little surprised by Zhang Fengliang's words, and when he wanted to ask, Qi Chensheng had already taken the case booklet from Nurse Xu, and said to him, "Look at this."

Wang Luan lowered his eyes, really didn't ask any more questions, and continued to look at Miss Zhao's case.

It's just that this medical record looks ordinary, but Ms. Zhao's name is not written in the name, but the word "Zhao" is used instead.But this is not a big deal. Although the atmosphere is more open now, conservative women are still unwilling to leave their names outside.

Ms. Zhao burned her wrist and forearm, perhaps because she was really afraid of leaving scars and did not shy away from seeing foreigners.I have been here many times for diagnosis and treatment, and the case finally wrote "recovering well".

Wang Luan looked at it several times, but he couldn't see any clues, so he had to put aside his doubts for a while.But he still had another thing in mind, so he couldn't help but look up at Nurse Xu who was close at hand.

"Doctor Andres, do you really not operate on people?"

Nurse Xu's expression hardly changed. She nodded and was about to say "yes" when she looked up and met Wang Luan's.

They were a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, as black as the pupils of birds, but silently released fragments of golden light, which lightly landed in her heart.

Wang Luan just looked at her like this, and asked again: "Doctor Andres, do you really not operate on people?"

In Nurse Xu's heart, it was as if a wildfire had suddenly ignited, and she was madly obsessed with Wang Luan's eyes. Everything is offered.

But at this moment, a tall figure broke into the space between the two of them forcefully, firmly grasping Wang Luan's wrist, the broken golden light disappeared in an instant, and Nurse Xu also suddenly woke up.

"Yes, Dr. Andres never operates on people."

Wang Luan felt the pain on his wrist and Qi Chensheng's approaching breath, and lowered his head slightly.

"It's time to go." Qi Chensheng's voice seemed to be sealed by ice again, and Wang Luan knew what kind of evil fire was burning under the ice.

Zhang Fengliang obviously didn't pay attention to what happened between them. After hearing Qi Chensheng's words, he asked in surprise, "Second young master, have you finished the investigation here?"

Qi Chensheng still tightly held Wang Luan's wrist, just pulled him into his arms, and said: "Send someone to seal this place up, and take away all the cases and send them to me."

After hearing this, Zhang Fengliang nodded in response: "Okay, okay, I'll let them do it now."

But Qi Chensheng didn't have much interest in listening to him anymore, he hugged Wang Luan without saying a word, covered his body with the black coat again, walked out of the clinic with big strides, and carried him back into the car.

With the sound of the car door slamming, Wang Luan knew that Qi Chensheng had also come up, the inside of the car was cut off from the outside, even the driver in the front row went out, only the two of them.

"I'm sorry." Wang Luan spoke first, leaning against the car window, and said softly.

"I don't want to hear this." Qi Chensheng was almost merciless, he held Wang Luan in front of him, and wanted to unbutton his front collar, but Wang Luan held down his hand.

"Don't look at it." Wang Luan's voice was very low, almost pleading.

"Why don't you look at it?" Suppressed anger rushed out all of a sudden, the gray remnant eyes were obviously so lifeless, but Wang Luan felt that it had penetrated the collar, staring at the bird tattoo under the collarbone .

"I repeat, the demon will live by hatred and consume the life of the dying."

Before revenge for Zhiyao, every time the power of Zhiyao is used, it is approaching death for the dying.

"Brother Jiu really wants to use this method to escape from me?"

"No!" Wang Luan propped himself up, but then he couldn't help coughing because of the fluctuating mood: "cough cough, I just want...to help you."

"At least in the case of Wang Mingsheng."

"What is this?" After another moment of silence, Qi Chensheng's gaze was still cold. He leaned close to Wang Luan's ear, and said jokingly and gloomily, "Ninth brother, what is this? Compensation for me?"

Wang Luan was silent, but Qi Chensheng slowly kissed his side face bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that his voice was enveloped in an unrealistic gentleness again.

"I'll check these out."

"Ninth brother, you should rest now."