I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 84
It was Saturday again, and night had already fallen.

St. Athenes Church Hospital was lined up in an orderly line. The heads of the densely packed inquirers were like the protruding backs of ancient dragons. The long line wriggled and slowly crawled into the dark and silent hospital.

After a month, Winfreys' free clinic team became more and more formalized.

At the moment, there is even a triage front desk in front of the hospital gate. A young girl with a smile on her face is in charge of interviewing each patient, and guides the line that should be lined up for consultation based on the symptoms they describe.

Yes, there are now four doctors in St. Artemis Church Hospital, and besides Winfrey Morgan, there are three new doctors.

These three doctors heard about the free free consultation event that has caused an uproar in the Wudu medical circle recently, and came here on their own initiative, either because of their enthusiasm, or because of their good reputation... In short, they volunteered to do charity work for St. Athenes Hospital To add to her career, she doesn't charge any consultation fees, but Winfreys is responsible for providing medicines.

Winfreys did not agree casually. He seemed to be concerned about the medical safety of the poor. He confirmed the qualifications of the three doctors in private one-on-one before allowing him to join the free clinic team.

As a result, the ability of the St. Artemis Church Hospital to receive medical treatment at the same time has been greatly improved, which has driven the expansion of the consultation team, and many poor people who have learned the information of this place through word of mouth came here as chrysalis.

And Watson seemed to have visited the foggy city in search of medical treatment, and finally stepped into the gate of St. Artemis Church Hospital.

I saw that the interior of the decayed hospital had regained its brilliance. Temporary oil lamps were hung in the corridor to illuminate the way. In the huge empty hall, there were old furniture that might have been bought from a flea market. Although the colors and styles were different, at least There are already places where patients can sit and wait.

There is even a free drinking water station in the hall to deliver clean water to those who have been thirsty for a long time. There is also a blackboard next to the drinking water station, which depicts simple words and vivid cartoons. It is the illiterate poor who demonstrate the importance of maintaining hygiene to avoid disease.

Watson couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw it. If he didn't know the inside story, he would almost think that this is a normal night hospital.

He heard what seemed to be a woman who came here for the second time whispering in front of him, "Vivienne, this place is really getting better and better. The last time I brought little Fay here, it was still dilapidated. , I didn’t expect it to be like a regular hospital now.”

"Of course, when I came to see the eczema down there last week, I heard other people mention that there was a kind-hearted philanthropist in the city who did not want to be named who donated a large sum of money to this place, otherwise the medicine here I'm afraid it's already used up."

After hearing this, Watson remained calm and followed the line silently. After half an hour, he finally came to the front of the triage line and saw the girl who was in charge of preliminary diagnosis and triage.

This is a girl who is optimistic and loves to laugh. She has short hair that can't be heard, and her lips are always raised unconsciously. It seems that optimism and joy have been deeply imprinted in her bone marrow, making her every frown and smile Both are very cheerful and infectious... This is a happy-go-lucky girl who is hard to hate.

But Watson may be an exception, because he saw the real face of the other party through the moth's vision-a young girl with two faces.

The first face is just like the appearance of ordinary people. It is an innocent and cheerful girl, always filled with a smile that is too cute... But this smile is illusory like a reflection in water, as if it is slightly floating. Ripples.

The second face protrudes on the left side of the chest, which is where the heart is.Although the facial features of that face are consistent with reality, the brows are full of negativity and world-weariness, the veins are bulging on the forehead, the resentment and viciousness in the eyes are almost overflowing, the lips are tightly pursed and the silver teeth are tight. Bite, the chewing muscles on both sides are raised high... It seems to have disgust and resentment towards everything in the world.

"Good evening, sir. I'm Croweite, who is in charge of the triage. May I ask what's wrong with your body?" The first face asked gently.

"Fuck your mother's dead lame, you are so fucking lame and you still have to rush to join in the fun, why didn't your mother throw you in the pigsty when you gave birth, so that you will find yourself with those stupid pigs At the same time, you are also a pig with four legs! Hahaha!!!" The second face sneered wildly.

Watson pretended that he hadn't heard the other party's illusory abuse, and replied with a smile on his face: "Good evening, lovely Ms. Croweite, your smile is so sweet, it's like a spring breeze blowing into you. My heart and the pain in my legs felt relieved a lot.”

When the girl at the front desk heard the gentleman's praise, her flower-like smile bloomed even more beautifully. She covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Hehe, sir, you can really talk. So you have injured your legs and feet?"

And the second face of the girl at the front desk continued to sneer: "Fuck you cripple, who are you being mad at? Put away your disgusting compliments! Do you think my old lady is willing to smile at you ugly? I feel disgusted when I see your vain and fat face!

Ugh—you should go back to the pigsty and stay with your biological parents. The human world is very dangerous. At any time, someone may not understand you as a four-legged monster. Limbs...hehe, I just don't know which limb will be broken~"

Watson was already smiling, "Yes, my left leg was injured on the battlefield, and after the injury, it left sequelae, and it has always been a little inflexible. I have seen many doctors in London, but they couldn't cure the condition. I heard that there is a famous doctor here, who is especially good at treating all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases, I don't know which doctor I should go to for treatment?"

"Hey, is it so serious?!"

Clovett also covered her mouth in amazement when she heard that the patient’s condition could not be cured after searching all over London, but the face in front of her heart revealed another thought of her: “You lame cripple, you have seen it all. So many doctors know that there is no way to cure them, and they still come to our place for consultation... Are you fucking here to provoke trouble?!"

"If this is the case, then I recommend you to consult our Dr. Winfreys for a diagnosis. He is the most skilled physician here, and he is also a researcher at the British Institute of Medical Research. He may be able to diagnose the specific cause for you. "

Crowett said kindly.

However, she did not expect that the interviewer on the opposite side showed a surprised expression after hearing what she said, "Winfres?! Is it Winfres Morgan? Little Anna's father, Winfres? "

She was even more surprised when she heard little Anna's name. How did this person know that Mr. Winfrey's daughter was called Anna?Could it be an old acquaintance of Mr. Winfreys?
"Yes, you are right. It seems that you and Dr. Winfreys have known each other for a long time?"

"It's not really an old acquaintance, it's just that I lived in the same hospital as little Anna before, and I met Mr. Morgan a few times." The lame questioner just waved his left hand a little stiffly At a glance, Clovet could tell that the other party's left shoulder should also have an old injury.

She showed a look of enlightenment, "I see! It seems that you have indeed been to many places to find a way to heal your leg injury."

Clovet was thinking in his heart. This person said that he lived with little Anna at the Royal Free Hospital, which proved that the other person's family background must not be simple, at least he was also a wealthy businessman.Moreover, he has experienced wars, possesses certain military talents, and knows Mr. Winfreys... This is simply a high-class Protestant who voluntarily sent to his door!
Suddenly, she couldn't wait. If such a high-class believer seedling was missed, Mr. Winfreys would feel a pity... He must be recruited as soon as possible!
Croweite asked with a smile: "Sir, you are a war hero who was wounded for the country, and you have the priority right to see a doctor here... Why don't I ask other colleagues to take you to meet directly Doctor Winfreys?"

Clinker, the veteran officer, waved his hands to signal that he was not in a hurry, "It's okay, I'll just line up like everyone else. It's a soldier's bounden duty to defend our home and country, and getting injured is just my own careless mistake on the battlefield, which is nothing. War heroes . . . do not deserve the privilege of jumping in line."

As soon as Watson said these words, not only the appearance of the girl in front of him showed longing and admiration, but even the other interviewers who lined up behind them couldn't help applauding and sincerely praised!This is the real war hero!

He just smiled and nodded slightly, showing a more gentlemanly demeanor.

Croweite exclaimed: "You are such a noble person. What is your name? And your specific symptoms, that is, the cause of the injury. I need to register the medical record so that Dr. Winfreys can see it at a glance. I can see your problem and don't need to spend too much energy on the inquiry process."

"John H. Watson, shot in the left shin."

Crowet then asked: "I see that you also have some problems with your left shoulder, have you also been shot by bullets?"

"Yes, Miss Clovett is really amazing. She can see my shoulder injury at a glance. I thought I hid it well."

"Hehehe, Mr. Watson, you are overrated. I also learned this from Mr. Winfreys. His medical skills are far superior to mine, and he will definitely be able to diagnose your specific cause."

Watson shook his head and sighed after hearing this: "Oh, I hope so too, it's not that I don't believe in Mr. Winfrey's ability, it's just that I've seen too many disappointments in London, and I'm already a little disheartened. "

Before Croweite could explain, the dock worker behind Watson had already retorted: "Hey buddy, that's not what you said, our Dr. Winfreys is the same as those swindlers in the city." Unscrupulous doctors are different! Have you ever seen a doctor who doesn’t charge for medicines?! And an old man of mine had the same problem as you. Limping, but since he came to see Dr. Winfreys—"

The dock worker pointed to a volunteer who was busy helping to carry the medicine, "Look, he is as mighty as a brown bear now, and he can outwork several guys in a day!"

The disabled veteran soldier smelled the strong volunteer, and yearning appeared on his face, he replied: "If Mr. Winfreys can really cure my leg injury, I would also like to donate half of my family wealth to help This charity operation!"

When Croweite heard these words, the smile on her face became brighter, that is to say, she could not leave her post without authorization, otherwise she would have to meet Mr. Watson, who was almost a new church member by default, to see a doctor.

The triage desk was busy, and Watson didn't stay too long. He followed the team going to the Winfreys clinic, and soon entered the blue-purple hall.

Before he could see Winfreys sitting behind his desk at the end of the line, he had already seen his old subordinate Nello Bacchus standing up.

The two looked at each other across the team, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"Nello?!"

"Sir Watson?!"

And Winfrey couldn't help raising his head when he heard the assistant's voice, "Watson?!"

(End of this chapter)