[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Sherlock yelled, his tone almost certain, but because the voice was too soft, it sounded like some kind of heavy air flow passing between the teeth.

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore said slowly.

Sherlock glanced at him silently, and said, "She hasn't woken up yet."

"I know." With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the shining blue flame floated in the air, and he lit a few more, swimming in the night like flowers in a dark swamp, and the entire ward was shrouded in darkness. Among the mysterious silver blue.

"I contacted St. Mungo's therapist, but it's more troublesome to come to the United States, and Su's current condition is not suitable for moving..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the EEG machine, and seemed to think that it was a bit weird, but he didn't ask, and just pulled an armchair and sat opposite Sherlock: "She was—"

"Guns." Sherlock said briefly, "—oh, Su said you don't understand the world of ordinary people at all?"

"I don't know much about it," Dumbledore said gently, "but guns... I know a little bit, and they are very lethal weapons."

"She was shot in the heart, and the doctor said she couldn't live, but... she couldn't die so easily, it's obvious," Sherlock explained, his voice still hoarse, and his speech was not fast, " So she woke up once in the middle, and after more than ten hours of rescue, she was out of danger, but she hasn't woken up until now..."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, before saying: "Actually, the body of a wizard is no different from that of an ordinary person—"

Sherlock suddenly raised his head and stared at him, his eyes cold and motionless.

"I think she should have told you about the torture she had suffered..."

"I know...you mean," Sherlock frowned, "she...won't die?"

There seemed to be some rustling sound coming in from outside the door, like someone's footsteps coming, Dumbledore waved his wand and closed the blue flames, stood up and said in a low voice, "This is a person who has been walking all the time. It’s a mystery that has plagued me and Su for a long time, but no one has solved it for so many years.”

As he spoke, he walked to the corner, and the half-moon-shaped lenses shone brightly under the twilight moonlight through the glass window: "I'll go to the therapist first, and we can discuss the rest later, okay, Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock was noncommittal.

Dumbledore nodded to him, and then there was a sudden explosion in the air, and the sound continued, and he had disappeared.

There were three regular knocks on the door, and the nurse on duty asked politely: "Excuse me, what happened?"

==

For the next two days, Dumbledore has been busy running about magic healers. St. Mungo's healers have to go across borders to conduct a medical treatment. It is very troublesome. He finally went through the procedures of the Magic Congress of America and brought a A skilled magic healer.

However, the answer given by the therapist is that the wound after the physical attack has not healed, but no matter from the consciousness or the operation of the magic power, the condition of the comatose lady is very normal, and she can't even recover. Normal.

The magic fluctuating magnetic field he caused during the magic test even caused considerable interference to other electronic instruments in the house.

After sending the therapist away, Dumbledore stood there frowning for a while before sighing in a low voice: "The thing I was most worried about happened..."

She might not wake up.

A few days later, the Quidditch World Cup in England was imminent, and various matters of the Triwizard Tournament were imminent. Dumbledore had to return to England, and expressed regret that Su Fu might not be able to catch up with this year's World Cup .

McCoff came very low-key, but he was still known by the U.S. government, so he had to rush to deal with some routine affairs. After Sherlock investigated and exposed the smuggling gang in Brooklyn, it was almost equivalent to scaring the snake away. Walking was difficult, and Moriarty also began to deliberately disappear, as if it was difficult to find anything.

He went out several times, but he returned to the hospital within a short time. Unfortunately, the patient did not wake up.

==

half a month later.

When Su Fu opened her eyes, she saw a blinding white, which made her eyes full of sour tears.

It took almost all her strength to raise her hand to remove the breathless breathing mask that was pressed against her face. She tilted her head and slowly looked around the scene of the ward. There was no one alive except her, and here Everything on display was something she could name.

She lay down and recalled what happened before she fell into a coma, and after making sure that no memory fragments occurred, she opened her eyes slightly again, and saw the sunlight coming in through the clear glass windows in the afternoon, as if it had been a lifetime away.

It's not good for a living person to be unconscious at all. She felt like she had a big, hazy dream. In the dream, countless skeleton claws pulled her into the dark abyss, telling her that she would never wake up again. Living is more tiring than dying, and it was at this time that she finally realized clearly that she might not have to worry about life and death for the time being... such a trivial matter.

After recovering the sensation in her limbs, she slowly got up, unplugged the messy tubes on her body, and walked step by step, stepping on the cold floor tiles, to the window—there is a small garden downstairs, and people are strolling around from time to time. Walking past, they were all wearing thick sweaters or woolen coats, looking like a scene in late autumn.

The leaves are all withered and yellowed, and a few pieces fall off from time to time, like a dead leaf butterfly weak in the wind.

Su Fu thought of the two rows of street trees on Four Maple Street. They had already started to shed their leaves when she left London, and now they are probably all bare.

Luckily she woke up before winter came.

The sound of the door lock suddenly came from behind her, and she reacted for a while before remembering to turn around and saw Sherlock standing at the door with a glass of water.

"what……"

Before she finished speaking, Sherlock strode forward suddenly. He seemed to want to put the water glass on the table next to him, but because his eyes didn't shift in the slightest, or he used too much force, the glass was thrown out by him directly. The water splashes in the sunlight, forming a radiant arc.

However, at the moment when the water was about to splash on his trouser legs, he suddenly stopped.

Standing opposite him, Su Fu slightly waved his hand, and the water flowed back into a small retrograde waterfall as if being drawn, and returned to the glass through the dust floating in the sun, and the water glass floated back into Sherlock's hand again, but was held by him again. Throwing it on the table, the balance was unstable after two bumps, and finally Gululu rolled to the ground, shattering into glass scum with a "crash".

"Oh..." Su Fu spread his hands, "You don't cooperate at all."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, walked in front of her, stretched out his hand, but put it down again, and finally pointed to the bandage still wrapped around her neck, without saying anything.

Su Fu raised his hand to hug him lightly, and said, "I'm fine, but I guess I shouldn't make too many movements—"

"Go back to bed." After a while, he said this sentence.

Su Fu backed away slowly, and sat on the edge of the bed: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Lie down—" He came over and picked up her leg and put it on the bed, "Su, you can't walk on it barefoot."

He said as he pulled the quilt over her and said, "27 days and [-] hours—"

"Fortunately, it's not long—"

"—34 minutes, as long as a century."

Su Fu: "..."

He lightly patted the edge of the quilt to signal her not to move, and then immediately pushed the door and went out, the door was not closed tightly, Su Fu could clearly hear his hasty footsteps and his not calm shout: "Doctor Palmer! She's awake!"

She laughed out loud.

Dr. Palmer is a beautiful and intellectual blond woman. After performing a basic examination on Su Fu, she said happily: "The wound is healing, and there is no major problem. You can sit for a while now, but not for too long."

Su Fu smiled and said "thank you", Dr. Palmer wrapped up the stethoscope and put it back into the pocket of the white coat, and said, "Miss, I have to say that you are very lucky, and the stethoscope stopped when you were sent to the hospital." Breathe, it was your friend who insisted on treating you," she pointed at Sherlock, "so—you are a medical miracle!"

Su Fu turned his head to look at him, then looked at Dr. Palmer, with a firm and serious tone: "He is my boyfriend, and he definitely wants me to live."

Dr. Palmer showed a clear smile of "as expected", she pursed her lips, pointed at the two of them with a smile, turned and walked out of the ward.

Su Fu moved his stiff neck a few times, poked the pillow behind him, and suddenly said, "Strange, why can't I feel any pain from the wound?"

"Because the therapist that Mr. Dumbledore found half a month ago gave you a magical treatment," Sherlock said, "but he couldn't wake you up."

"I can wake up by myself...and to be honest," she whispered, "some therapists in St. Mungo's don't know as much as I do!"

"I know you know a lot," Sherlock interrupted impatiently, "after all, not everyone has lived as long as you—" he sneered, "the old witch, Miss Frank."

Su Fu: "..."

"Have you ever seen such a young and beautiful old witch!" She retorted blankly, "Did I tell you that you can easily lose me like this?"

"There's nothing like a shot in the heart for me to lose you."

Su Fu froze for a moment, then said slowly: "You know, I'm not an ordinary person..."

Sherlock bent down and sat beside her, pressed the blue blood vessels on the back of her hand with his pale and thin fingers, and said in a low voice: "Even if you are not an ordinary person, I don't want you to get hurt for me at all. -"

He shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "I'm useless at all."

"What does it have to do with this?" Su Fu lowered his head to look at him, "You are so smart, how could there be such a logical paradox?"

"And," she blinked, "even if I were an ordinary person, I would push you away...it's a fairly easy thing to do."

She went to grab Sherlock's hand, and could clearly feel the other party's suffocation, and he was stiff for a long time without moving. He seemed to sigh helplessly, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a circle, saying: "None of us want to lose The other party, can you stop doing this in the future, Miss Witch?"

"You're not called an old witch now?" Su Fu rolled his eyes and said.

He gave a low laugh, and tilted his head to kiss her eyes. When his lips were pressed together, he could feel her eyeballs trembling slightly under the eyelids, reminiscent of those deep and pure black eyes.

"By the way, I still need to do something in the afternoon—oh..." Dr. Palmer appeared at the door at some point, she knocked on the door frame with a clip board, then showed an indescribable smile, coughed twice and continued He said, "Miss Frank needs a full-body examination in the afternoon. Mr. Holmes, your girlfriend is a patient now, so don't do anything out of the ordinary?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around happily and left. Su Fu lowered his head for a while, and said seriously: "The patient is going to rest, Mr. Detective, don't—hahahaha I can't pretend anymore."

She leaned back on the pillow and whispered: "The doctor is gone, you can kiss again."

The author has something to say: the young lady who left a message and smashed mine is the same as me.