Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 94

Before coming to England, Shen Zhuo never thought that he could get himself to the police station.

After facing several blond-haired and blue-eyed policemen and babbling for a long time, Shen Zhuo felt that his headache was getting worse.

The nerves that had been tensed from the beginning were tensed again, and there was an obvious pain that penetrated from the scalp to the depths of the brain. Shen Zhuo subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, his hands were covered with cold sweat.

A drop of sweat fell from the side of his forehead and hit the shoulder of the shirt, leaving a small water stain.

The police have been trying to communicate with Shen Zhuo in English, but Shen Zhuo is very worried that a few words will not express the correct meaning, but will cause trouble for himself, so he can only sit in the inquiry room and watch the policemen leave silently. come and go.

The efficiency of doing things abroad is obviously not as good as that at home. Shen Zhuo sat on a dry chair for almost an hour, and finally waited for the Chinese translator sent from another police station.

A woman of Asian descent, less than 30 years old, smiled very politely at Shen Zhuo when she opened the door and said politely, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Shen Zhuo took off the hand that was pressing on the temple, stood up after supporting a chair, and tried to force a little smile: "Sorry, can I have a cup of hot water first?"

After more than three hours, Shen Zhuo finally got a cup of hot water from the state of wet clothes all over his body.

"My name is Enna."

The Asian interpreter fetched a kettle and poured a cup of hot water for Shen Zhuo, then sat down opposite Shen Zhuo with two other policemen, "You don't look well, you need to apply for a change of clothes for you ?"

Shen Zhuo took another sip of water from his cup, glanced at the two police officers sitting across from him, and asked, "Can I leave after I finish my question?"

Enna glanced at Shen Zhuo, then turned sideways to communicate with the police on both sides, and finally nodded to Shen Zhuo, "You can leave the police station, but you can't leave the UK until the cause of the accident is investigated. I will be with you The gentleman in the car is a British citizen, I hope you understand."

Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment, sighed long, rolled up the sleeves of his wet shirt, and said in a very flat voice: "I won't change clothes anymore, you can ask directly. I want to go back to rest early after asking."

Whether it is domestic or foreign, the questions are actually similar, from the origin of the story to the development of the story, and then ask about the climax/climax of the story, and if responsible, ask about the ending of the story.

Even though Shen Zhuo asked to inquire sooner, the basic process could not be omitted. After a set of inquiries, Shen Zhuo's complexion was as pale as paper. Even in a room with heating and air conditioning on, there were still big cold sweats coming from him. His forehead was smashed down, and the mist was on the shirt.

Shen Zhuo was originally a workaholic. Occasional physical problems did not affect his work and emotions too much. In addition, the work in the entertainment industry did not have a specific time point, so he insisted on holding on until some inquiries After the end, the Asian translator named Enna finished communicating with the two police officers and closed the notebook.

"The investigation team has already gone to the sea area over there to salvage, and further information will not be available until after checking the condition of the car." The Chinese translator Enna looked at Shen Zhuo who was sitting opposite, and said worriedly: "Sir, are you really Are you okay? Your complexion feels very ugly, and your condition is also very bad."

Shen Zhuo shook his head, drank the remaining hot water in the cup, then stood up slowly while rubbing his temples: "It should be over, right? If there is nothing else, then I will go first."

"Okay, sir, please leave your phone number, and we will contact you again if we need to investigate."

Shen Zhuo signed his name on the paper Enna handed over, and wrote down his phone number. He pressed his temple and pushed the communication paper back to the interrogator on the opposite side.

"Sir... We can send you back by car. Your condition really looks bad." The two police officers communicated with Enna, and Ann turned around and said to Shen Zhuo.

I don't know if it was raining today, Shen Zhuo obviously felt that it was very strenuous to stand up these days, while pressing his temples tightly, he managed to listen to what the police officers said with a little energy.

His current state is really not suitable for him to go out, Shen Zhuo thought about it helplessly.

"If possible," Shen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "I live in a hotel near the Thames River, the name is..."

Shen Zhuo suddenly didn't remember the name of the hotel for a while, so he reached out to touch the phone from his pocket, just as he touched the phone and was about to take it out and open it for a look, he suddenly softened and couldn't control himself. Planted on the ground.

"Sir—! Sir!"

***

It was very difficult for Shen Zhuo to determine how long he had been in a coma, it was probably only a few hours, and it was very likely that he had been in a coma for several days.

When I woke up, I was probably in a hospital, with a light pink hospital bed and a lingering but faint smell of disinfectant.

The room was a single ward, not too big or too small, not comparable to Su Jingcheng's presidential suite, not even Bai Siqi's previous one.

There was a little nurse in the ward, busy with her back to him, as if sorting things out.

The sound of Shen Zhuo waking up successfully made the little nurse turn around, and she seemed to be a little surprised and said a lot of English to Shen Zhuo Balabala.

So Shen Zhuo once again felt how big a barrier the language barrier is. He looked at the little nurse in silence and talked for a long time, and finally said apologetically: "Sorry, iotspeak English."

He thought it was probably the best sentence in English he could ever say.

The little nurse seemed a little surprised, but quickly nodded again, gave Shen Zhuo an encouraging look, and then opened the door and went out.

Shen Zhuo who was inexplicably encouraged: "..."

About 10 minutes later, the door of the ward was pushed open again, and this time a familiar face came in.

"Mr. Shen." Enna pushed the door lightly, followed by a tall foreigner in a white coat, who seemed to be a doctor.

Shen Zhuo nodded, and subconsciously wanted to support himself to sit up, but when he lowered his head, he realized that there was still a hanging needle tube inserted in his hand, and the transparent liquid was flowing into his body along the thin tube.

Probably seeing Shen Zhuo's question, Enna took two steps forward, went to his hospital bed and seemed to check the flow rate of the liquid, and then explained to Shen Zhuo: "It's glucose, don't worry."

Shen Zhuo nodded, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I asked you to make a special trip. How long have I been in a coma?"

"One day and one night, it's not a long time, but because you just experienced a car accident, the hospital still gave you a comprehensive physical examination, as well as tests for stress response and trauma response."

Enna looked down at Shen Zhuo on the hospital bed, walked over and closed the door of the ward, and there were only three people left in the room.

Shen Zhuo, Enna and the doctor who just came in.

"Your trauma response and your stress response turned out to be weird, all outside the normal range of responses."

Enna took the report from the doctor's hand, opened it and handed it to Shen Zhuo. Except for the Arabic numerals, it was all professional terms. Shen Zhuo glanced at it, but no one could understand it.

"My English is not good, and it's useless to read it." Shen Zhuo closed the report and put it aside, stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, "So what's the conclusion?"

"The hospital wants you to take another psychiatric test, which can be started at any time if you agree."

Enna sat down beside Shen Zhuo's hospital bed and asked as if asking.

"I refuse." Shen Zhuo shook his head wearily, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Enna, "Will my situation affect the record just now?"

Enna froze for a moment: "No, your thinking is completely clear and normal, but we need to do another test for your physical health in terms of mental function..."

"I'll deal with it myself when I return to the Congress." Shen Zhuo sighed, "Sorry, do I have the right to refuse?"

It seemed that this was the first time for Enna to see such an uncooperative patient. She translated Shen Zhuo's words to the foreign doctor next to her. The doctor also shook her head several times incomprehensible, and asked several times "Why? "

The two exchanged for a while, and finally Enna turned around in a compromise, and said to Shen Zhuo in a soft voice, "Okay, you have the right to refuse. But I hope you don't refuse the next one, we are thinking about your body."

The coat was placed next to it, and Shen Zhuo took the coat with the hand that was not holding the bottle, and subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarettes in his pocket, but he couldn't find it after a long time.

Shen Zhuo frowned, looked around, and the cigarette case didn't seem to fall on the ground.

Enna was sitting on the edge of the bed and naturally saw his movements.

"Are you addicted to smoking?" Enna put back Shen Zhuo's coat and asked him in a low voice.

Shen Zhuo didn't deliberately look for cigarettes to smoke, so it's fine if he can't find them, he waved his hand: "It's not too big, let's smoke once in a while."

"But your examination report doesn't say that." Enna finally passed another report from the doctor to Shen Zhuo. This time the report was not a bunch of dense words, but an obvious format of pictures.

"You have a shadow in your left lung. Ultrasound and CT can't confirm the nature. Have you checked the body before?"

Shen Zhuo took the report, he always knew how to look at the pictures, the part of the picture that was different from the right lung was very obvious.

He didn't speak, just looked at it very quietly for a while, and then closed the report.

"It seems that you don't know." Enna frowned, "In this way, we have no way to immediately judge whether it has increased. The results of the biopsy department have not yet come out, and your attending doctor said that the lung problem is considered a biopsy Even if you come out, you can’t make a conclusion.”

Shen Zhuo looked up at Enna again, his eyes were calm, neither panic nor fear.

Accept this result as if you accepted an established fact.

"So what's your suggestion?"

Shen Zhuo turned his gaze back, the curtains of the ward were drawn, and the floors of foreign wards are generally not high, his place probably only has the second floor, looking outside, he could see a few lovely foreign children greeting him in the yard. play in the sun.

"For your health considerations, we recommend that you be hospitalized immediately and arrange surgery."