The person lying on the bed was not Ji Canghai, but Liang Hai's driver.
The doctor frowned and asked, "Is this your friend too?"
I nodded slightly, neither admitting nor denying.
We have only met twice and are not friends, but he actually saved Uncle Ya’s life.
Originally, I thought that when the matter was over, I would come to thank him.
Unexpectedly, it was only a few hours, and it was already a different journey between man and ghost.
The doctor cooed at the nurse: "Where's the other one?"
"The other one saved his life, but he had multiple fractures on his body and his condition is not very good."
I trembled with my lips and begged, "Can you let me see it?"
"You can't see the sterile ward for the time being."
"Then open the curtain and I can stand here and take a look, okay?"
Under the doctor's eyes, the nurse turned around and entered the room, opening the light blue curtains.
Ji Canghai was on the hospital bed, with tubes all over his body and his head wrapped like a mummy.
The doctor comforted him: "Don't worry, we are here."
I don’t know what the result will be, but now, I can only choose to believe the doctor.
I kept trying to persuade myself that it was useless to worry about getting angry now. The top priority was to deal with the aftermath.
Finally, I sorted out the mess in my head and re-examined these things.
Uncle Ya and Ji Canghai had accidents one after another. The coincidence was a bit hard to believe.
I looked at the doctor suspiciously: "My dad really has a cerebral infarction?"
The doctor was startled, then smiled and said, "Are you worried that I will misdiagnose?"
"No, no, no, I waved my hand quickly."
"I mean……"
The doctor smiled and nodded: "Come with me."
Entering his office, he picked up a thick stack of documents from the table and murmured to himself as he flipped through them.
"I understand those of you who are family members."
"look."
He took out a diagnostic report and spoke a lot of medical terms that I didn't understand.
"No, no, no." I waved my hand quickly: "I don't doubt your medical skills, but I just want to ask you a question."
"Can you be sure that he got the disease naturally and there were no other factors?"
"Yes!" He just beat his chest and promised me: "If it is a misdiagnosis, I will pay for it with my life!"
With his words, I felt relieved.
I asked him for help again and found the 120 medical records, and finally found the intersection where Ji Canghai's accident happened.
In fact, I could have asked the authorities to intervene, which would save time and effort.
The consequence of my doing this is that I cannot participate in the investigation.
Whether there is a coincidence or something else behind this incident, there is no way to draw a conclusion now.
It is relatively safe to rely on myself to check first.
According to what the doctor told me, this is a narrow intersection that runs in four directions, with farmland on both sides and almost no homes around.
The brake marks on the ground were like a black dragon, winding in an S shape on the ground until it reached the roadside.
Several willow trees as thick as a person had been broken by the impact. Even if you didn't see the scene, you could still feel the force of the impact.
There are no witnesses here, and there is no way to reconstruct the situation at that time.
I looked around and suddenly looked at the small house behind me.
The house was very run-down and looked like it was from the 1980s. There was a wooden board poked into the ground with the word "Grocery Store" crookedly written on it.
I thought about it carefully and walked towards the grocery store.
When I arrived at the door of the grocery store, I didn't go in. Instead, I pretended to be passing by and took a peek inside.
The room was very dark, and there was only one middle-aged man sitting inside. He was probably the boss.
I turned back along the path, looked up, and suddenly smiled.
There is a breakthrough in this matter!
This grocery store is obviously old, and since this place is so remote, there must be certain security measures in place.
This measure is the monitoring above my head.
What excites me even more is that the direction of the surveillance is facing the intersection.
However, I didn't rush in.
Firstly, I have no reasonable identity, and secondly, I am neither a relative nor a friend, so my boss will definitely not show me surveillance.
Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their door, regardless of the frost on other people's tiles. This is a part of human nature. No one wants to cause trouble for something they don't want to do.
I looked up and saw that the breathing light on the monitor above my head was flashing. I identified it carefully for a while and then raised my hand to unplug a few wire harnesses.
After doing this, I huddled against the wall and counted the time quietly.
After about half an hour of fussing, I slowly stood up and walked directly into the grocery store.
