Breaking Through the Clouds

At nine o'clock in the morning, on the side of the tree-lined road downstairs of the private nursing home, a big silver Mercedes stopped abruptly.

"There is still half an hour." Yang Mei turned her head and asked, "Shall I wait with you?"

"No, it's just a re-examination appointment, and I'm not disabled." Jiang Ting unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car door: "Go ahead."

Yang Mei hurriedly rolled down the car window: "Then wait for me to pick you up when you're done!"

Jiang Ting walked into the gate of the nursing home, waved away without looking back.

The peach blossom makeup that Yang Mei specially painted for today drooped, and she sighed in disappointment, and had no choice but to drive farther along the road.

——What she didn't see was that in the rearview mirror, a black Phaeton quietly stopped at her position just now.

Yan Yan in the driver's seat put out his cigarette butt, watched her disappear into the traffic, and then turned his gaze to the nursing home building across the road.

"Here we come—your porridge and side dishes!"

There were not many people in the breakfast shop downstairs in the inpatient department. Jiang Ting sat in the corner, glanced at his watch, and took apart the disposable wooden chopsticks.

In his early years, he worked on cases day and night, and it was common for him to be hungry and full, but later he broke his stomach.When a person reaches a certain age, what he owed to his body in the early years has to be doubled and returned. After being hit hard by hypoglycemia several times, he finally dared not deal with three meals casually, and forced himself to develop the habit of stuffing something into his stomach in the morning Habit.

The phone vibrated on the desktop, it was Yang Mei's WeChat: "Have you had breakfast?"

Jiang Ting typed "um" and went back.

When he clicked send, suddenly he seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye, and looked up.

On the other side of the breakfast shop not far away, Youdao didn't have time to look away, and bumped into him in an instant.

It was a man in a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap. He was about 40 years old. He was a burly man with muscular muscles stretching his shoulders.The eyes of the two intersected for a short moment, and then the man lowered his head and continued to eat as if nothing had happened, and turned the pages of the newspaper, as if it was just an illusion.

Jiang Ting's eyes flickered slightly, and then his eyes wandered around the entire store, but his face was completely unrevealed.

A few minutes later, he put down his half-drunk porridge and barely touched side dishes, got up, paid the bill and left.

·

"Before you fell into a coma, your body muscles were in good condition. Even after three years of bed rest, your muscles did not completely degenerate. Your blood pressure was quite normal. Did you experience dizziness, low back pain or limb pain after you were discharged from the hospital?"

In the examination room, Jiang Ting was leaning on the white couch, his fingers crossed naturally on his abdomen, "Occasionally cramp after walking for a long time."

The doctor nodded: "Normal, we must continue to do recovery training according to our original plan, and we can't act too hastily."

There weren't many patients in this expensive private nursing home, and there were even fewer people during the time before lunch.The examination was finished quickly, the doctor prescribed some medicines and ordered them to be taken on time, and made an appointment for the next reexamination. Suddenly, Jiang Ting asked casually, "Did anyone visit me in the few days after I was discharged from the hospital?"

"Oh, yes." The doctor only remembered after he reminded him: "Your relative passed by on a business trip and wanted to see you. It happened that you were discharged from the hospital the day before, and he asked for your girlfriend's contact information. on."

Jiang paused for a few seconds, then seemed a little surprised: "A relative? What's your name?"

The doctor was probably also thinking about what an unlikely relative this is, why he hasn't shown up for three years, so he laughed: "A man in his 40s, he's quite strong—you should go to the front desk and check with the nurse later. There is a name, and he said it was your cousin from afar. What, do you have any impression?"

"Is it more than 1.8 meters tall and wearing a baseball cap?"

"Hey, that's right! Is it really your cousin?"

Jiang Ting recalled the gaze at the breakfast shop just now, his face darkened, but he neither admitted nor refuted: "—Did the nurse give him Yang Mei's number?"

The doctor said: "Where can I do it? Who knows who he is. Our nurse asked him if he wanted to leave his contact information, but he didn't give it, so he turned around and left."

Jiang Ting got off the examination bed, bent over to fasten his shoelaces, buttoned his shirt to the top one by one, and adjusted the front of his shirt carelessly.

The doctor just turned around after signing.In the morning light, Zhong Jiang stopped standing in front of the window, with black hair and white cheeks, his back running smoothly all the way to his narrow waist and slender legs, like a straight bowstring.

The doctor was a little surprised.

At first, they all thought that the patient in bed 538 was a poor boy from the countryside who ate soft food, but they didn't expect that Jiang Ting's speech, behavior and body posture were very different from the rumors in the hospital when they met again after recovery.

"Next time someone comes to see me," Jiang Ting said, "Don't answer me, and don't ask for your name."

The doctor finally did not suppress his strong curiosity: "That... is he really your cousin?"

"No." Jiang Ting buttoned his sleeves and said flatly, "It's the creditor."

doctor:"……"

Jiang Ting finished the examination, bid farewell to the doctor with a strange expression, and went out with the re-examination results.

Most of the people who can come to this nursing home are vegetative people who hang in their throats and rely on instruments to maintain their lives, or elderly patients who are too old to move around.Jiang Ting patiently waited for the wheelchairs of several elderly people to pass by. He saw that the elevator door in front was closed, so he didn't wait any longer, and went down the hall on the first floor from the handrail stairs in the middle of the corridor.

The building was noisy with people, nurses shuttled back and forth in the hall, and family members were being admitted and discharged.Jiang Ting turned the corner of the stairs and was about to go down the last flight of stairs when he stopped suddenly.

Across the entire hall, there is an advanced personal display window on the wall near the gate.

A tall, burly man in a black baseball cap was facing away from him, staring at the glass of the window.

——In the reflection of the glass, Jiang Ting on the stairs in the distance froze his body, and then took half a step back.

The man turned his face, it was the same person from the breakfast shop earlier.

The eyes of the two met again across the crowd, as if they both understood something at the same time.In the next second, Jiang Ting suddenly turned around and went straight upstairs, and the man raised his foot and chased after him!

·

Meanwhile, the office on the top floor of the hospital building.

The door was closed tightly, and there were only two people in the huge suite. Apart from the slight sound of flipping through the medical records, even each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

"..." The dean stretched his neck imperceptibly, looked at the police ID card on the coffee table in front of him, and then at the handsome rich boy on the opposite sofa who was not so much the captain of the criminal police of the city bureau, but rather a handsome young man from a rich family who had nothing to do. muttered.

Being a policeman these days is too lucrative. Is this kind of job really okay in an agency?

Or is it that he was scammed, this is not some criminal police at all, but some small TV station came to shoot a reality show?

"Ahem!" Yan Xie cleared his throat.

The dean immediately retracted his neck, showing a courteous and friendly smile.

Pointing to the medical record, Yan Yan asked, "Here is the cause of the head injury caused by the severe impact of the patient. Why can it be determined that it was a car accident and not an explosion?"

The dean smiled "Don't tease me": "Look at what you said, can a car accident be the same as an explosion? We doctors will never admit mistakes."

"What happened to the burn?"

"Well," the dean pondered for a moment, and said, "Mr. Lu was transferred to us by his girlfriend at the beginning. When he came here, he was already in the lowest state of consciousness, and he was only one step away from being in a vegetable state in the true sense. .Although we admitted Mr. Lu, his condition is really very bad. Apart from the serious head injury caused by the car accident, there are many other injuries. In contrast, the burns on his limbs were already gone before he was transferred to our hospital. After careful treatment, he has recovered well."

Yan Xie asked, "Other injuries?"

The dean said: "There are quite a few, various infections, malnutrition, dislocation caused by dislocation of the left elbow, skin ulceration and damage to the tendon and nerves of the right wrist, large abrasions on various parts of the body, etc. These are all car accidents. What happened before, it took about half a year of nursing before it gradually improved."

Yan Xie pondered for a while, but there was no joy or anger in his expression, and he suddenly said: "The tendon nerves in the wrist are damaged, and they are basically cuts."

"Yes, that's what I said. But Mr. Lu..."

"how?"

The dean hesitated to speak, and finally replied: "It looks like it was bitten out by human teeth."

Yan Mao's hand holding the medical record trembled slightly.

The dean sighed and said with a smile: "So we all guessed at the time that the patient might have just escaped from the pyramid scheme and drove fast on the road. Otherwise, how could he have hit so hard?"

"Then why didn't you call the police?"

"Hi! What you said is that we are a private nursing home. We are a signboard that highly protects the privacy of patients and respects the wishes of family members. We are taking the high-end market route." The dean rubbed his hands and lowered his voice to apologize: "It's not that we don't take the initiative. Cooperate with your police work, but Ms. Yang didn't let go of her life and death at the time, saying that she just didn't want to call the police and let people know, so she was transferred to our hospital. The competition for private nursing is very fierce, and we also consider word of mouth... ..."

Yan Mo interrupted him: "What is the relationship between Yang Mei and Jiang... Lu Chengjiang?"

The dean said: "It's the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend. To be honest, we all think it's true love. After all, Ms. Yang has such good conditions and is a person on the scene-generally we don't allow employees to talk about the private affairs of customers. Tongue, but after Mr. Lu woke up later, it looked a little strange."

Yan Xie said "Oh": "Strange?"

The dean hesitated for a few seconds, then said with a smile, "Just looking at it... It seems that Ms. Yang is more close to her boyfriend."

Yan Xie didn't answer, and snorted almost silently.

Yang Mei is obviously not an honest "person of the scene". She may not have committed a crime, but she is definitely walking in a gray area.Her cases in Gongzhou and Jianning must have been settled by Jiang Ting, and Jiang Ting was the next Narcotics Commander of the Gongzhou Public Security Bureau before he died in the explosion due to a command error. strong contender.

At that time, it was a miracle that Yang Mei could hug Jiang Ting's thigh.

The dean couldn't figure out the meaning of Yan Yan's snort, so he looked at him carefully: "Um...Captain Yan, do you think there are other things? We will definitely cooperate fully, and we will say everything without saying anything..."

Yan Yan waved his hand, returned the medical records to him, and stood up.

The dean immediately got up to send it off, and just wanted to say a few words of courtesy, when Yan Yan suddenly said: "There is one last question."

"Hey, you said you said it."

However, Yan Mao's next sentence stunned the dean, and he only heard him ask slowly: "When that Mr. Lu was just sent here, you did a blood test on him, did you find out that he had taken drugs?"

The author has something to say:

Yan Yan walked out of the office building of the criminal police detachment with a gun in his hand, and saw a handsome man with a dignified appearance, with only the end of a cigarette in his hand, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and when he saw him, he immediately came forward and said earnestly: "Brother, wait a minute!" !! Listen to the senior first!!"