[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Su!"

For the last time, she heard Sherlock's vague cry, and then fell into the dark quagmire, so familiar, just like the abyss of unconsciousness that she had felt deeply a few years ago.

……

The night in New York is as bustling as ever. As a world-renowned metropolis, the neon lights here are so brilliant that it can be daunting for countless nights. The busy traffic lights and green wine complement its reputation.

Tonight is no exception - for most people, but there are always unexpected and unexpected situations.

For example, a taxi driver who was about to go home after a busy day encountered a homeless man who behaved strangely on the way.

He seemed quite anxious, he rushed to the middle of the road regardless of the danger, stopped the driver's car, and slapped the window to signal him to open the door. The driver rolled down the window helplessly, and said, "Sorry sir, I've already—"

His words got stuck in his throat.

Because under the dim street lights, he could only see clearly when he got close. The tramp who looked in a state of distress was almost covered in blood.

The most important thing is that he is holding a long-haired woman in his arms. The woman's pale hands are drooping lifelessly. There are other cars passing by on the road. The cold white headlights hit the two of them. The driver clearly sees , On the corner of the woman's black clothes, there was a dark, strange liquid dripping down, and it was arranged on the rainy road in the dark night, and gradually no traces could be seen.

Bloody smell.

"Go to the nearest hospital—" the homeless man's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been injured, he clasped the car door with one hand, thought for a while and added, "—please."

The driver was a kind-hearted man, he could tell that the homeless man's accent was not like an American, and he suddenly appeared at such a late hour with a seriously injured woman, but he still opened the door to signal him to get in, and said He said: "There is only one small hospital nearby, I'm afraid you won't be able to perform a major operation, shall I take you to a big hospital farther away?"

The tramp agreed indistinctly, and I don't know if he heard it. The driver started the car, and the wheels rolled out and splashed swiftly. The golden strips of street lights on both sides of the road were constantly receding. I wanted to say something, but found that the homeless man had been muttering to himself since he got in the car. The driver turned his head and looked in the rearview mirror, only to see him with his head down, hugging the woman's neck tightly, as if He was calling her name, but because the speed of speaking was so fast, the driver suspected that even he himself could not hear what he was saying.

The rain gradually became heavier again, and clusters of raindrops washed over the glass. The homeless man raised his neck stiffly and asked, "Are you there yet?"

The driver glanced at the navigation: "Immediately..."

The homeless man stiffly brushed the messy hair in front of his eyes, revealing a pair of gray-green eyes, his eyes were a little depressed and frozen, Shen Sui's eyes reflected the blurred rain of the night, and the blood dripping from his palm.

……

The doctors on duty and the emergency room of the Central Hospital were extremely lively tonight.

Because of the bad road conditions in the rainy day, there was a rear-end collision accident on the overpass. Both drivers were injured. Fortunately, neither of them was seriously injured, because the two were lying on the stretcher and were still scolding who was responsible for the accident.

Surgeon Christine Palmer had a headache for these two overly energetic injured patients, and was finally relieved to finish the suturing operation for the two, but she didn't know that her biggest trouble tonight had just entered the hospital Hall door.

It was a tall and thin homeless man with a disheveled beard that could hardly be seen from his original face. He brought the fourth injured person tonight... a young woman who was shot.

The wounded was put on the emergency bed, but the homeless man kept holding onto her hand. As she walked towards the emergency room, Christine motioned for the nurse to stop him, and she took the new sterile suit handed over by the assistant with one hand. , while pressing her hand on the neck of the woman on the hospital bed—then she stopped suddenly.

"Stop," she said.

Neither the assistant nor the nurse knew, so Christine stuffed the sterile gown into the assistant's arms, frowned and bent over to test her breathing and heartbeat, checked her pupils, and conducted a stimulus-response test. Shaking his head regretfully, he said, "He has passed away."

The figure of the homeless man who had not been pulled away by the nurse seemed to tremble for a moment.

Christine took off the medical mask, carefully said: "I'm very sorry, sir, this lady has passed away, please be sorry - I think the most important thing we need to consider now is to inform her family..."

Comforting the relatives and friends of the deceased is not an easy task. Although Christine is still young, she has been a surgeon for several years. Even if she has tried and failed, she is used to life and death. She is not like her friend Stephen. Doctor Strange, conceited and proud, Christine Palmer has some gentleness and tolerance unique to women.

So when she saw a young life pass away, she was still moved. Although she didn't know the relationship between the homeless man and the young deceased, she still tried her best to comfort him with euphemistic and comforting words.

"Do not……"

The homeless man murmured, and grinned as if he had a toothache. If he could see his face clearly, it must be a rather ugly and patient expression——Christine thought, and she glanced at the gun on the woman's chest pityingly. Hurt, softly said: "You also know that this is the heart..."

"Doctor, you can't—"

"I'm sorry," Christine said again, "I understand how you feel, but—"

"No but!" The tramp interrupted her roughly, stretched out his hand and tugged at the collar of his clothes—as if he couldn't breathe, he shouted in a low voice, "You have to save her! Go take out the shrapnel, she won't die !"

"Listen, sir, she's dead—"

"Impossible!" He suddenly raised his voice, and everyone around him was startled by his roar, but after that sound, he collapsed instantly as if he was discouraged. Hey, muttering some words that no one could understand, Christine signaled the nurse to pull him away, but he stood there motionless as if the soles of his feet had taken root.

He reached out and touched the woman's pale cheek, with a slight movement, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

"Doctor..." He bowed slowly, staring at Christine with dull and dull eyes, "Please, save her..."

"I can't—the lady is dead."

"What happened here?"

The door of the emergency room next to it opened, and a tall doctor came out. He was wrapped in a tight sterile suit, and there were still blood stains on his fingers wearing medical gloves. Obviously, he had just finished an operation. But his eyes, exposed outside the mask, were extremely bright and sharp, radiant and eye-catching.

Christine pressed her forehead and said, "I'm trying to persuade this gentleman...sorry."

"It's perfectly normal for a patient to die." Stephen Strange said as usual, "This is a hospital, and different people leave every day, Christine, I thought you were used to it..."

"But..." Christine's feeble rebuttal turned into a sigh.

"doctor?"

Christine tilted her head and saw the homeless man staring at her. His voice was very soft and cold, a bit colder than the rumbling rain of Haloxylon tonight. The doctor could hear the coldness and warmth in his tone. Dangerous, subconsciously frowned, fearing that he would be emotionally unstable and make some radical moves.

However, he just said coldly: "Doctor, please try to save her, Su...she is not an ordinary person."

The last sentence was in a low voice, as if speaking to himself.

"It doesn't matter who she is," Doctor Strange said impatiently, "as long as she's a human being, if she's hit in the heart, she'll die—"

As he spoke, he took off the blood-stained medical rubber gloves. Christine keenly saw Mr. Homeless standing opposite him clenched his fingers into a fist, and hurried around the hospital bed to grab his arm, and at the same time motioned for the nurse to stop him. He, Dr. Strange's gloves came down to the knuckles of his fingers—

The pale and weak woman on the hospital bed, who seemed to be too dead to see through, suddenly opened her eyes!

For some reason, there was a gloomy wind around him, and even the lights above his head dimmed twice as if the voltage was unstable.

She gasped as if exhausted, her thin chest was heaving with blood and tears, the veins on her neck were bulging, and her protruding eyeballs seemed to burst out—"Sherlock..." She tilted her head laboriously and mechanically, and called out The names are almost all choked throats and hissing breaths coming out from between the teeth.

The homeless man broke away from Christine immediately, bent down and knelt down in front of the hospital bed and grabbed her hand almost at the same time.

"I...I can't, I can't breathe—" She gasped convulsively, clearly in excruciating pain.

The nurses around were stunned by her fraudulent corpse, and even Christine froze in place. Doctor Strange threw off his gloves and shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for? Send it to the emergency room immediately! "

The nurse was flustered for a while, and Christine reacted and helped to pull Sherlock's hand away—but the injured woman seemed reluctant to let go, and she said quickly and forcefully: "Don't worry, my dear, Strand Doctor Strange will heal you - I promise you, it won't be long before you see your friend again!"

"Same to you sir, we need to perform surgery on Miss Su..."

She said as she pulled Sherlock away, and followed the nurse to send the patient to the emergency room.

Doctor Strange took over a new set of isolation suits, walked away and almost suddenly turned around and said, "I know what you want to say, and I also hope that your friend will achieve a medical miracle - not an ordinary one. "

The indicator light on the top of the emergency room door was bright red, like a deep and cold blood-red eye.

Sherlock paced back and forth in the corridor, stopped a little nurse, and said hoarsely, "Can I borrow your mobile phone?"

The little nurse was startled by the blood on his hands and the gloomy gaze. She hurriedly touched her pocket and took out her mobile phone and handed it to him in a daze. He twirled his fingers and said, "Please dial a number for me... ..."

The call was dialed out, and it was connected in less than two seconds. Sherlock was silent for a moment, and then whispered into the receiver: "Mycroft...I'm afraid, I made an unforgivable mistake."

The author has something to say: I’m finally going to watch the Dutch brother’s version of Little Spider and his Iron Man father tomorrow. I’m so happy~~~

Can you understand the bitter mood of a person who hasn't slept in for three months and hasn't gone out to play?

I'm really just too busy, Wen will definitely not cheat, otherwise, if you don't mention you, my friends will beat me to death first... emmmmm Whether she can beat me is still a problem.