I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 98 The operation begins

Compared with last week, Crossroads Hospital has taken on a new look. The once dilapidated exterior walls are all whitewashed, and the path in front of the door is paved with stone bricks to protect the visitors from the muddy and dirty shoes.

Walking into the hospital lobby, there are brand-new standard stainless steel seats in the clean and spacious space. Free drinking buckets and simple promotional brochures are set up near each waiting area, and pots of decorative plants are placed in the corners. The lush greenery dilutes the indifferent color of the hospital, making this cold space full of strong disinfectant water and faint methanol smells also add a touch of vitality.

The dilapidated triage table was also replaced with a brand new white round table, and the three nurses in charge of the triage were busy receiving the continuous stream of patients inside.

Watson quietly followed the line and waited for the triage. Perhaps it was some kind of fate that the optimistic girl with two faces, Clovite, was about to receive him.

He could already hear the chattering curses on the opponent's chest across the team.

"Damn it, what the hell, why does my mother do such a boring job here... I want to participate in the ceremony too, and I want to practice dismemberment on those pigs without any restraint!!!"

"It's all your fucking fault, you damned hateful Croweite! Not only did you take my body, but now you want to use my beautiful smile just to flatter this group of disgusting pigs in front of you!"

"Disgusting, you really make me sick!!!"

"Ugh... you shame me!"

"Why do I have to stay in this body with you!!! When will Mr. Winfreys finish his research, cut your mind out of my body, and give me real freedom!!!"

Watson listened to Clovette's heartfelt words, only feeling that the other party seemed to have revealed some important secret inadvertently.

He thought in his heart: "At first, I thought that the moth's senses were just some kind of association, showing me some kind of essential appearance of the secret messenger in a different and distorted form... But now, it seems that maybe I can really eavesdrop on the subject's heart? Or is this still just a whimsy of the moth?"

"But if this whimsical sense can indeed touch reality...doesn't it mean that the face in Clovette's heart is real?"

"Seize the body, cut the mind...Winfres Morgan is really capable of accomplishing such unimaginable things?"

"If spiritual consciousness...or more specifically, the soul of a person can also be transferred between different bodies due to external forces...then I always understand why he can get such a large anonymous sponsorship."

"In this world, no high-ranking person who holds power can refuse the temptation of immortality... All you need to do is transfer your mind to a young body when you are very old. Isn't this a different kind of immortality?"

"But... is this really the ability that Winfreys can currently master?"

"Judging from the past few encounters, although the Winfres I saw through the moth's senses is an extremely strange black-haired monster, the sense of oppression he brings to me is no more than a rivalry with William, and it is far inferior to the mysterious owner of the Shedding Club... Logically speaking, he should not have the taboo knowledge to master a very high level, and it is impossible to master such a magical ability."

"Could it be that the secret transmission he has mastered... the power that is suspected to be the principle of the heart, possesses the magic that William the Blade does not possess?"

All kinds of strange thoughts flashed in Watson's mind, and he had already come to the front of the team.

Croweite, who always had a smile on her face, also recognized Mr. Watson, whom she had only met once. When she saw the sharp-edged face, she shouted happily:

"Mr. Watson, you are finally here! Dr. Winfreys has been waiting for you in the office for a long time, and he has specially instructed me to take you to see him as soon as he sees you."

Watson seemed shocked by this grand attitude, "Scared, why is Mr. Winfrey so polite, what if this delays other patients because of waiting for me?"

Croweite covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't worry, there are enough doctors in the hospital to take care of patients. Only those special patients whose condition is really serious will be Mr. Winfrey's turn. He is still in charge of various hospital management tasks every day, but he is very busy."

Before Watson could reply, the interviewer who had just left in front of him heard the conversation and turned back and yelled in disbelief: "Hey, what's going on with your hospital? I came here earlier than him, and told you to make an appointment with Dr. Winfreys to check me up, but you told me to wait in line until the day after tomorrow... Why can this guy see Dr. Winfreys directly as soon as he arrives?! You started to treat him differently when the hospital was just established?!"

The interviewer, who looked extremely healthy, yelled loudly, "Hey, everyone, come and see. This Crossroads Hospital says it doesn't forget its original intention, but in fact it has begun to treat it differently. The guy behind me in the line can see Dr. Winfreys directly, but I have to wait a few days in the front. Is it because my family is poor that I have to wait in line? And this guy in suit and tie can jump in the line directly!!!"

"It's not fair, it's not fair!!!"

"When we first opened, we talked about selfless dedication to the people, and now we start to let the rich jump in the queue at will... Wouldn't we have to increase the price and charge in the future, ignoring the pain of our poor people, and only caring about the health of the nobles!!!"

Facing the guy who obviously came to make trouble, Clovette still smiled, but her heart-protruding face was already staring at this person with resentful eyes, which seemed to be pregnant with some invisible power.

Clovette's other face became distorted and crazy, and the flesh and blood on the pretty face shrank obviously at a speed visible to the naked eye, emaciated and emaciated like a hungry person who hadn't eaten for a long time.

And her eyes seemed to have absorbed the nourishment of the flesh and blood of her face. The round eyes protruded like deformed goldfish, and the scarlet light that almost condensed into substance burst out from the pupils.

The red light was like an arrow hitting the troublemaker's heart. The other party was still spitting and spreading groundless accusations, but at this moment, his whole body suddenly trembled, as if he was trembling or trembling.

The most primitive desire rushed to the brain along the blood, and the window reflecting the soul was painted with pink and confusing colors. His heart was full of unprecedented passion, which was an unmatched energy that could not be matched by pouring Spanish fly foaming agent.

The troublemaker looked at the beautiful young girl in the triage table, unconsciously licked her chapped lips, and swallowed heavily, but it couldn't relieve the thirst in her throat at all.

"It's really, really beautiful, this girl! It's much better than the rouge vulgar fans in Pink Lane. Thinking about it, I'm sure...hehehe."

The troublemaker unconsciously uttered the truth under the confusion. He stretched out his hands unconsciously, his five fingers bent into the shape of eagle claws, and there was a wretched expression on his face. Anyone who looked at him could guess that this person must be thinking about immoral things in his mind.

"Hey, hey, I just wanted to come here today to play a show to earn some money, but I didn't expect to meet such a good guy here... I'll do this first, and then do this, wouldn't I be happy!"

The troublemaker uttered obscene language and howled like a hungry wolf, and was about to jump onto the triage table and pounce on the frightened little sheep whose smiling face had changed.

However, the momentum of the hungry wolf’s predation was stopped halfway. The shepherd with limited legs and feet made a righteous move, raised the wooden stick on his crutches and swung it across. The extremely restrained wooden stick broke the bridge of the hungry wolf’s nose, and the blood dripped from the mouth. The salty smell stimulated the hungry wolf to wake up for a moment.

Hungry Wolf fell into an unconscious coma... Well, it may be accompanied by a series of small symptoms such as severe concussion and intracranial hemorrhage.

Watson withdrew his cane, but a pained expression inadvertently flashed across his face. It seemed that the old injuries on his shoulders and legs were affected by too much force.

The security guards patrolling the hall quickly rushed to drag the unconscious troublemaker away and threw him out on the street in front of the hospital.

Clovette slapped her chest in shock, causing her heart to roar again and again. She opened her mouth and bit down, as if she wanted to bite off the finger that slapped her face, but it was a pity that her bite directly penetrated the white and tender fingers like a phantom.

"Phew—it's a good thing you're here, Mr. Watson, otherwise this strange fellow would have almost got his way!"

Watson smiled slightly and nodded slightly, "Miss Croweite is too polite. Helping beautiful girls who are in danger is the bounden duty of every gentleman."

Croweite chuckled again and again, "Hehehe, Mr. Watson, you are such a humorous gentleman."

"Thank you, Ms. Clovett, for your compliment. It makes me feel very honored." Watson bowed slightly, then retracted his cane and tapped the ground, "I'm sorry, but in order not to hinder Mr. Winfrey's follow-up work, I'd better go to the operating room first. May I ask which direction should I go?"

"Mr. Watson, go up the stairs on the left to the third floor, then turn right to the third room. The room with the dean's room on the door is the room where Dr. Winfreys is."

"Okay thanks."

However, Watson was not in a hurry to go to the operating room. He wandered around the hospital as if he was in a hurry, but actually he was silently memorizing the environment and routes inside the hospital, and built a [-]D model of the Crossroads Hospital in his mind... He already knew the most optimal routes for retreat and infiltration.

After everything was ready, he staggered and carried the weak left leg that had severed the tibial nerve again, and limped towards the dean's office at the end of the third floor.

There were two knocks on the door, and then there was the sound of an invitation to come in.

Only then did Watson open the door and enter. This is not a particularly spacious office, even for the director of the hospital, it is a bit cramped and shabby. There are not too many decorations in the room, only two small plants in the corner, a row of bookshelves filled to the brim, and a simple desk that looks very cheap.

Winfrey Morgan was working hard at his desk, scanning the papers without looking up.

From Watson's point of view, it seems that the financial application form for the hospital's internal expenses, it seems that Crossroads Hospital has prepared quite formally in just a few days.

"Mr. Morgan, it's me, John Watson, and Miss Clovitt at the triage desk told me to come straight here to find you."

Watson came to the desk and put down the gift that he had been carrying all the time - the top grade whiskey produced by Lagavulin Distillery.

Winfreys felt the vibration of the table and heard the words of the visitor, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Oh John, it's you. I thought it was an internal staff of the hospital who came to report work."

But he was thinking in his heart, I have already judged your identity through that powerful heartbeat.

Watson walked on the wooden chair in front of the table. The hard touch made his buttocks that were used to feeling soft recently feel a little uncomfortable, but it was only for a moment.

"It seems that Mr. Morgan has been very busy at work recently. Do you want me to come back for a follow-up visit another day? Wait until you finish your work first?"

Although Watson's words seemed very calm, his gloomy face and fidgeting posture still revealed his inner anxiety.

Winfreys was very satisfied when he saw this. He had sent someone out to investigate recently. It turned out that John Watson in front of him had fallen out with the female detective Charlotte Holmes long ago. It was said that the female detective looked down on him as a disabled person and disliked being in the way. She was even more angry that he leaked the details of the case of the secret sect known as the smugglers and arms dealers.

And John, who was hit hard by this, has been looking for doctors everywhere during this time. It can be said that he has visited many famous doctors in the city, but all of them have given up and returned. According to Aunt Mona downstairs from John, the other party has begun to seek help from wizards, shamans and other strange powers in desperation... From this point of view, the other party is at the right time to be absorbed into the religion.

But... there is no need to be so anxious, first give John a little sweetness, let him see a glimmer of hope, and then guide him step by step, gradually removing his inner defenses.

Winfreys put down the pen in his hand and stretched his waist, the bones of his shoulders cracked, sounding like he was very tired.

He put down the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose, let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "It's okay, just take this opportunity to move around, sitting at the desk for a long time is not good for your health."

"Has Mr. John had breakfast this morning?"

The disabled veteran officer who saw hope responded immediately: "No! I know that eating is not allowed before anesthesia. I haven't eaten or drank anything since ten o'clock last night."

"Very good." Winfreys showed a smile with a deep meaning.

"Then let's go to the operating room now and see how to solve the pain that has troubled you for a long time, Mr. John."

Patients who have suffered from pain for a long time readily agreed.

(End of this chapter)