Chapter 83 As expected of you

Chapter 83 As expected of you

Watson followed the plan he had agreed with the female detective. He never went to St. Agenni Hospital... to prevent his intention from being too obvious and making Winfreys wary.

He seemed to be deeply affected by the fact that the female detective despised his leg disability and fired him. He began to visit famous doctors in the city frequently, and seemed to be very anxious to cure his leg injury.

However, the results were all disappointment, disappointment, disappointment... No matter how superb the medical skills of mortals are, limited by the backward science and technology of the current era, famous doctors have always found it difficult to find Watson's specific lesions, and naturally it is difficult to give an effective treatment plan.

You must know that since the moth's transformation path has been advancing, Watson is now more and more adept at deception, and more specifically, he should be better at hiding himself.

He can now even hide a series of nerve instincts such as knee jerk reactions, and no matter how the famous doctors diagnose, they will always get nothing.

He has made an appointment with Little Stanford to drink at the molting club every week, but in the eyes of the Leland family... his friend has become more and more gloomy recently, and the melancholy hidden in his eyes is almost impossible to dissolve.

Until the third week, Watson seemed desperate and began to ask Stanford whether there were any strange doctors or mysterious shamans in the foggy city who were good at curing difficult and complicated diseases.

Stanford looked at Watson, whose face was swollen due to overeating, and shook his head, "Watson, it's already 1880, and the civilized world is about to enter the 20th century... Modern medicine is booming, and we can't put our hopes on strange powers. Do you know how anti-human those weird and unreasonable healing rituals are?"

"I have also received an emergency patient before. His family believes in and worships a remote and unpopular evil god. They actually believe that swallowing the organs of other creatures can make humans gain the power of beasts. They force patients who just have a minor cold to drink A turbid and smelly liquid mixed with falcon eyes, red fox toes, Newfound wolf hearts and other strange objects... This bowl of so-called magic potion directly forced the patient to vomit and have diarrhea. Even after gastric lavage, he had to lie in bed for a week before he came to his senses. "So, don't count on these so-called ancient rituals and mysterious potions. We must believe in science!" Stanford's earnest advice seemed to have some effect. Watson frowned as if in deep thought. He forgot to drink the wine glass when he raised it to his mouth, but after a while he shook his head regretfully and drank the wine in the glass again. "Believe in science... But the current science can't even find the cause of my injury, let alone cure it!" Stanford was speechless for a moment. "By the way, Leland, I heard that a doctor has been holding free clinics at the abandoned St. Archbishop's Hospital recently. It is said that this doctor has superb medical skills and has cured many difficult and complicated diseases of the poor people... Is this true?"

Little Stanford showed a strange expression, "Where did you hear this news?"

"I heard the conversation of the residents in our apartment building downstairs a few days ago. From your expression, you know about this? Do you know that doctor? How good is he? Is he really as amazing as the rumors say?"

Little Stanford was a little embarrassed after hearing this. As a know-it-all in the foggy city and a member of the medical community, he naturally heard about this matter. Recently, medical professionals have been discussing the fact that Winfrey went to the ruins of St. Archbishop's Hospital every Saturday for free clinics. Some people think that Winfrey's free medical treatment and distribution of medicines is simply breaking the rules and disrupting the market, and strongly condemn his malicious behavior of not charging a penny!

If everyone is used to enjoying free medical services, wouldn't that force all doctors to work without pay? Then our villas and luxury... No, then the work enthusiasm of our doctor group will be severely hit. How can we serve and give back to the society when we are depressed? !

That is to say, Winfreys's audience is the poorest people at the bottom. No matter how famous his reputation is, it will not affect their business with nobles and merchants. Otherwise, the upper-level doctors would have mobilized their connections to suppress and force them from top to bottom. First, they used unwarranted reasons to cancel Winfreys' medical qualification certificate and asked the management of the institute to suspend him for a talk... If this person still refuses to turn back in this situation and still insists on practicing medicine for free!

Then just buy off the young people in society to act as actors, and then arrange for the actors to lead the team to make trouble for the doctor, accusing Winfreys of prescribing drugs indiscriminately, which caused his condition to become more and more serious, and then let a few cheap tabloids publish this content... Anyway, those brainless people at the bottom can't tell the truth of the matter.

At the same time, we informed the authorities to sue Winfrey for practicing medicine without a license, and arrested him and put him in jail... This two-pronged approach will surely make the common people feel at ease and disperse, and let the tabloids publish a few follow-up reports about the patients who were treated badly by Winfrey - they have all recovered and been discharged with the humanitarian help of our big hospital! We can also gain a good reputation. (Of course, we can't really waste our precious time to treat these poor guys with patches on their faces, so we can just find some former social youth to play a role and deal with it.) Only a very small number of medical professionals believe that Winfrey's free medical assistance... This is what we think of as a good doctor with a truly kind heart and medical skills!

There are even a few doctors who have begun to provide free consultations under the influence of Winfres. Unfortunately, they are not like Mr. Winfres, who seems to have hidden funds to sponsor them, so they can continuously provide free medicine. . But even so, even if they don't make a penny, they still have to contribute to this society that shouldn't be so cold and bring a warm light to the working people in London.

Young Stanford Leland was reluctantly one of the very few who agreed. Deep down in his heart, he also recognized and admired the other party's noble behavior.

But recognition is recognition, and admiration is admiration. If it were his little Stanford, he would definitely not be able to do free medical treatment and medication... His time and money are not rich enough to give alms to ordinary people he has never met. .

Speaking of which, this person is still my senior. After graduation, he has been working at the Institute of Medical Research of Great Britain. He is exposed to the most cutting-edge medical technology. It is precisely because of this that he has cutting-edge medical knowledge that surpasses ordinary doctors. Perhaps he can indeed Treat difficult and complicated diseases.

However, most of these medical methods are still in the experimental stage, with certain uncertainties and risks... This is why Stanford Leland Jr. has never told Watson about Winfrey's channel.

But compared to the witchcraft and evil methods of those who cheat money, perhaps the medical methods in the experimental stage are safer. He thought about it and expressed all these concerns.

"I've heard that the person who provides free clinics at St. Arteonius Hospital is a researcher from the Institute of Medical Research of Great Britain. His name is Winfres. He can be regarded as my senior. His medical level is indeed much higher. Compared with most doctors, the drugs or techniques he masters are most likely still in the experimental stage... This is why I have not recommended this person to you before, but if there is really no other hope, it is not impossible. You can try one or two.”

"It is said that he only visits the doctor on Saturday nights. Then I will go with you Watson in the next two days?"

Watson may still want to retain the last bit of self-reliance. He waved his hand and refused: "I am just lame but not unable to stand on my own. I can line up by myself, so I won't bother you Leland."

Seeing this, little Stanford no longer persisted.

The two drank until they were almost drunk. They took the Leland family's four-seater carriage and first went to the apartment building where Watson rented to drop him off, and then returned to the Leland family.

On the way back, little Stanford leaned on the seat of the carriage. Under the influence of alcohol, his thoughts suddenly began to wander. In a trance, he seemed to recall a certain moment, which was an image he had witnessed in Afghanistan... …Watson, who was still unfamiliar at the time, led the defeated team back. He himself also suffered extremely serious injuries, with blood flowing down from his shoulders and knees, almost staining half of his body red.

But even so, he was still very angry. He was lying on a stretcher and yelled at his subordinates behind him who seemed to be depressed about their defeat and the death of their comrades: "Everyone, keep your heads up and your chest up!!! What a fucking dejection! No!" Those who knew it would have thought that you were the young girls who were raped by Gaji’s soldiers!”

"Isn't it just a defeat? Victory and defeat are just common things for military officers. Just because of a small defeat, you cry like your own father and mother are dead. What a fucking coward! Don't follow other troops after returning to camp. Say you are my soldiers, I can’t afford to lose this person!”

Those who heard these irritating insults raised their heads and stared at the disabled officer lying on the stretcher with sullen eyes.

"Hey! This is a bit of a fucking man, but what kind of man are you if you dare to be angry and dare not do anything?! Now, remember the shame and anger in your heart because of failure, and carve this anger into Carve it into your bones, carve it into your finger that pulls the trigger! Carve it into your hand that holds the bayonet! Don’t let it out at any given night like you can’t control your hand holding the bayonet! I'll leave it to those damn Gaji soldiers on the next battlefield!"

"Did you understand?!!!"

"YES, SIR!!!" The soldiers roared at the top of their lungs, and the hoarse roar echoed throughout the camp.

At that time, young Stanford knew that John H. Watson was definitely not a guy who would give in easily and compromise. He always suppressed rage and resistance in his heart... But why did he appear so depressed and lonely recently?

Little Stanford Leland suddenly recalled some spooky news, some news about Winfrey's free clinic on the surface but he had other agendas behind the scenes...

He suddenly smiled.

"As expected of you, Watson."