I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 69
Winfreys looked at the man on the stretcher, his face was pale and bloodless, fine sweat leaked from his forehead, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he seemed to be suffering from illness.

He asked the family members who came with the patient: "When did he have these symptoms, did he have a similar medical history before, what food or shock did he encounter before the onset of the disease?"

The female family member, who was dressed as a village girl and looked sloppy, asked in confusion, "What is a medical history?"

Before the doctor could speak, the Jianshuo assistant on the side replied: "Mr. Winfreys means, has the patient experienced similar symptoms before? The same symptoms as today?"

Only then did the village girl suddenly realize, "Oh oh oh no, I watched Albert grow up. His body has always been strong, and he can do better than the draft horses on the farm. This is the first time I have discovered This situation... woo woo woo! Doctor, please save my younger brother, he is the only man left in our family who can work."

The village girl was crying hoarsely, clutching the corner of the doctor's clothes tightly, and she reached out to wipe the snot and tears from her dirty face, and wiped them on the doctor's white coat. The clean white cloth was stained gray and black. prints and traces.

But the doctor was not angry when he saw this, and there was still a light smile on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze.

On the contrary, the strong assistant came over and pulled the anxious female family member away, and comforted him: "Don't worry, let the doctor diagnose the condition first, you will only hinder the doctor's work like this."

Only then did the ignorant village girl stop making noise, she just stood beside her and couldn't help sobbing, muttering in her mouth: Woohoo, little Albert, my dear brother, you ate a bowl of oatmeal in the morning, why did you eat it at noon? I suddenly fell ill, how can I go back and explain to my parents like this...

Dr. Winfreys saw that he could not get effective information from the patient's family. He called his assistant to bring a pillow and put it under the heel of the almost fainted patient. Get a good blood supply and turn your partner's head to the side so your tongue doesn't block the airway.

Then he began to unbutton the young man's clothes on the stretcher, opened the other's clothes, reached out and groped for the strong chest, and pressed the cup-shaped stethoscope head against the slightly undulating chest, carefully listening to the feedback from the earpiece Sound—the heartbeat is extremely weak, and there is obvious bradycardia.

Winfreys called out to the assistant as he performed chest compressions:
"Nello, prepare the adrenaline."

"Yes!"

The medical assistant who received the order quickly took out the corresponding medicine from the medicine box and delivered it to the doctor.

Dr. Winfreys directly took off the young patient's trousers. He pricked the patient's outer thigh muscle with a needle, and quickly injected 0.5 mg of adrenal hormone solution into it.

He continued to pay attention to the heartbeat sound fed back by the earpieces, and at the same time, his palms were still attached to the patient's chest, continuing to perform chest compressions.

But a steady and powerful heartbeat finally came back from the earpiece, the patient turned his head and spit out a pool of vomit, and his eyelids slowly opened.

"Nello, take the patient to the side for an injection of the physiological drug solution, and if any abnormal symptoms occur later, please notify me immediately."

After finishing his sentence, Winfrey wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead, sat back at the desk without stopping, and asked the next waiting patient, "May I ask what's wrong with you?"

"Doctor, I feel that my place is swollen, hard, and painful. My skin has become bumpy and sunken inward. From time to time, some liquid like clear water will overflow, which has made my business worse recently. Many, can you help me see if there is a problem inside?"

As the female patient spoke, she was about to take off her clothes, which made the eyes of several strong and muscular men lined up behind her widen, for fear of missing this free feast for the eyes.

Stop——Dr. Winfrey directly stopped the patient's promiscuous behavior, and waved to the simple private room made up of four screens next to him, "Let's move over here and proceed to the next diagnosis."

"Hee hee, no problem, doctor, I will follow your orders."

The female patient tightened her clothes, turned her head and winked at the men who failed to wait, and walked into the private room with a graceful figure.

And all of this is seen by the female detective sitting in the corner pretending to accompany her younger brother... Dr. Winfreys seems to be a real gentleman.

She has been sitting on a temporary seat made of wooden boxes, next to X211, a coachman whose alias is Albert, and plays the role of her sister.

But in fact, from the corner of her eyes, she has been paying attention to the desk in the center of the blue-purple hall, her slightly pointed ears are pricked up, and she has been paying attention to the situation in the field.

She saw Winfried take the trouble to see patients time and time again, even if the weird and vulgar patients tried to make things difficult, saying that I heard the aunt on the next street mentioned that this disease only needs one injection, what is the name of the ink? Fez is still Medface's medicine, and it can be cured immediately. Why do you prescribe so many pills for me, and I have to take them for several days in a row? !Is there no other quick fix? !

Even when he heard such ignorant remarks, his face did not show a trace of boredom or impatience, and he still answered patiently.

The female detective only saw a selfless healer of high moral character.

She heard that Winfried's voice was always steady, no matter how weird the reasons were for the patients who came to the clinic, even if the patients were obviously healthy and healthy, they still asked the doctor to hang him with a bottle of glucose solution—this was This kind of guy is obviously cheating on the medicine under the pretext of being sick, and the doctor will kindly ask him to wait aside first, and arrange the suspension solution for him later.

"Could it be that this Dr. Winfreys is really just an ordinary kind-hearted doctor?" Charlotte Holmes seemed to be intensifying her doubts, and seemed to be persuading herself.

Her sensibility told her that the doctor's behavior was indeed selfless and noble, how could it be those crazy evil cultists?

But her rationality is doubting again, if he is really just an ordinary doctor, why does he have to choose this place where mysterious incidents broke out for free clinic?

There are so many abandoned and dilapidated houses without property rights disputes in the city of London, he can just find a place to conduct free clinic activities.But he chose this church hospital... He must have other evil intentions!It must be coveting this place or the possible secret sect heritage!
Charlotte Holmes has now gone through the special monthly fixed period, and the power of sensibility in her thinking is as low as sand, which is only worthy of being trampled on by the powerful rationality.

After thinking about it, the female detective decided to take an excuse to wander around other places in St. Athenes Hospital to see if she could find other clues.

X211 also seemed to sense Miss Holmes' eagerness to move. He lowered his voice and asked, "Riji, do you need me to cover you?"

"No, you just lie here and pretend to sleep."

The rough village girl stood up, walked awkwardly to the side of the burly doctor's assistant, and asked in a whisper as weak as a mosquito: "Hi... hello, is there any convenient place nearby? ? I came all the way from the outskirts of the city and I haven't had time for that..."

The assistant Nello was not surprised after hearing this. He assisted Dr. Winfreys in his free consultation for many days. This is not the first time he has encountered such a situation. Auntie replied patiently: "Take this lamp and walk into the garden. We have a simple toilet over there. The one with the letter L on the door is the women's toilet. Don't go into the door and draw The one with the letter G, that's the men's room."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

After the village girl said those words, she hurriedly walked around to the open-air courtyard inside the hospital with strange steps.

(End of this chapter)