Chapter 67 Untrustworthy Report
Miss Holmes continued to turn over the reports in her memory.
[...I saw a long queue in front of the abandoned hospital. The people queuing were all ragged lower-class people. They were either sick or injured themselves, holding sick children, or taking care of others. Looking at relatives and friends who were sick and injured, their faces were full of exhaustion from having to stay up late and queue up after working all day long. Yawns, cries of children, and suppressed cries of pain were like the wails of dead ghosts, which continued in this strange hospital. echo. 】
[But the eyes of these poor people living at the bottom of London are shining with a certain kind of pure light. It is a light that I rarely see in the eyes of people in the slums. It seems to be the light of hope. 】
[I lined up at the back of the queue silently. I saw the woman in green shirt holding a crying baby in front of me stamping her feet anxiously, while the woman in green shirt beside me was comforting her, "Don't worry, don't worry, Mr. Winfrey." He is a great doctor at the Institute of Medical Sciences, and he can definitely cure your little Fay. Last time, Vivian's son's symptoms were worse than yours. Dr. Winfres prescribed the medicine for two days as soon as he saw it. But after returning home, little Alto completely recovered the next day. Now he is so strong that his appetite has increased so much that he can’t even drink Vivian’s milk.”]
[The woman in green shirt wailed: "I hope Dr. Winfres is really as skilled as you said, and...does he really not pay for consultation and medicine? Our family is really I can't afford a penny anymore. Xiao Fei's brother knows how many potatoes he has eaten in the past two days. My husband hasn't been home for a few days. If this continues... I really have to abandon Xiao Fei. Yi La!”]
[After speaking, the woman in green shirt could no longer suppress her sobs and sobbed softly. The woman in green shirt patted her back and comforted her: "Don't worry, this is not the first time I have brought my sisters here. I have never brought my sisters here." I’ve never seen Dr. Winfres charge a cent. Maybe he’ll give little Faye two candies later when he sees she’s crying so much.”]
[I can learn from the conversation between the two women that the doctor who is currently using St. Arthenius Hospital for free clinics is named Winfresius and works at the Institute of Medicine. (Additional note: I have subsequently gone to the Institute of Medicine to investigate, and it turns out that Winfreth is indeed a physician working at the institute. His colleagues also learned about his weekly free clinic work, and most of them treated him with sarcasm and ridicule.)]
[I continued to queue at the back of the queue. I noticed that most of the people in the queue were sweaty and smelly workers. They were all suffering from minor or serious injuries. Some were dock workers with their waists hunched over and whining, and some were covering their palms. Slaughterers gasping for air, coal workers with dirty bandages on their arms...and a few women holding distressed children, and prostitutes with bruises on their faces. 】
[The team moved forward very quickly, and every few minutes, the injured returned from the front with smiles and medicine in hand. I carefully overheard the conversation of a group of injured people who should be porters. The conversation was as follows:]
[A man with a bandage on his shoulder said: "This Dr. Winfrey is indeed well-deserved. After just a few presses, I felt that the pain in my waist was relieved a lot. I felt refreshed and even my heart seemed to be relaxed." The beat is stronger. The important thing is that all the treatments and medicines are free! What a conscientious doctor! It would be great if there were more free doctors like Mr. Winfrey in London!"
[Another shirtless man with a plaster on his lower back replied: "You are absolutely right! It is too expensive to see a doctor in the city's clinics now. If you accidentally make a mistake at work and get a sprain, you can just go to a clinic. A trip to the clinic, the high diagnostic fees and medical expenses... I spent at least a week in vain, fuck these profiteer doctors! Ouch! We should just do what France did a hundred years ago. They hung it on the street lamp together with the factory owner!”]
[A man with a bandage on his head also spat in agreement: "Old George, this is the most stupid thing I've ever heard you say since I've known you. You really mean it. That's right, these damn capital...are called capitalists, right? They should all be hung on the street lights.\