Four isolation covers.
Lawyer Joan Luce, Captain Redfern, alternative singer Bolivar, and Mr. Barber were placed respectively.
As for Lu Li, after he came out of the cabin, he was also placed here.
Reason: Officer Lu is a non-professional and may have made some operational errors during the search. Therefore, he needs to undergo a simple full-body examination to ensure that he has not contracted any viruses before he can move around freely.
The proposer was none other than Nora, a square-faced female doctor.
Lu Li was speechless about this. He suspected that this guy was seeking revenge, but he couldn't refute it, so he could only choose to accept it.
The only good thing is that without using the werewolf dual form, modern medicine alone could not detect the abnormality in Lu Li's body.
"When will the test report be available?"
Hearing this, Dr. Nola took the blood sample from the medical staff, looked at it briefly, and replied: "In about four hours."
"Okay, please arrange for someone to send me a box of hot milk. I haven't had dinner."
Lu Li raised his head and said.
In fact, he thought that staying here for the time being was not without any benefit. At least he could keep an eye on the four lucky ones with his own eyes.
"Do you need anything else?"
"I put some snacks in the duty room. Let's pack them up and bring them over."
"Okay, let's arrange for someone to go there."
After finishing speaking, Dr. Nora called a medical staff member, gave a few instructions in a low voice, and then walked towards the next isolation room.
Meanwhile, Dr. Ivor was there talking to Captain Redfern.
"What happened on the plane?"
"We're just here to ask you."
"Now please try to recall the smell of freshly cut grass, garlic, and green apples. Did you smell anything like this before you fainted?"
Ivor spoke through a gas mask.
Captain Redfern was sitting on the hospital bed, looking confused. After a while, he replied: "What? Grass and apples?"
"Mnemonic smell." Dr. Nora leaned down and explained: "This is how our brains interpret chemicals."
"Phosphine is colorless and tastes like garlic."
"Carbonyl chloride, a violent asphyxiating poisonous gas, smells like freshly cut grass."
Hearing this, the captain became even more confused. Under the earnest eyes of the two doctors, he shook his head and said: "Before I fell into coma, I steered the plane to the taxiway, and then...I don't remember anything."
Lu Li, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the three of them, had no trouble in his heart. If they could find out any valuable clues, then there would be something wrong.
The last monthly exam, parachuting over Arnhem, was countless times scarier than exploring a death flight, and the difficulty of this exam will only be higher.
Compared to the survivors, Lu Li wanted to know what the shiny green substance that almost filled the cabin was.
Liquid squirted or secreted by vampires?
Are chemical weapons privately transported by the military leaked?
He prefers the former.
However, if this were the case, the vampire who committed the crime would be too weird.
At this time, Mr. Barber slapped the isolation mask and shouted: "Officer, can you ask someone to help look at my ear? It keeps buzzing."
Seeing the pain on this guy's face, Lu Li said in his heart, then he got up and walked to the isolation cover where Captain Redfern was, patting the special plastic film: "Doctor, we have a patient here."
If my guess is correct, Mr. Barber's body has begun to get sick.
After hearing the prompt, Nora and Ivor casually comforted the captain and walked quickly towards Mr. Barber.
After some inquiries, there was still no progress.
Ears ringing.
There are too many reasons for this symptom, and the doctor has no choice but to let him wait for the test results and then prescribe the right medicine.
"Then, can I call my wife? She and the child will panic if we haven't contacted her for so long..."
clatter! Da da!
Just as Mr. Gbagbo made his request, the sound of poking at the isolation barrier was heard.
"Hey, I have something to tell you."
The rock singer in fancy clothes pointed at Lu Li and Iver, his attitude was extremely arrogant, and he seemed to have forgotten about begging for mercy in the cabin.
Lu Li glanced at this strange-looking guy and shook his head: "I'm just an airport police officer. Dr. Ivor is the main person in charge."
After saying that, he stood aside and put his right hand on the holster of his gun inadvertently, making Bolivar step back in fright.
Obviously, Lu Li's action successfully helped him remember what crushing meant.
"Doctor, how about some Demerol?"
Bolivar's lips trembled slightly. He had been taking this drug for a long time and had long been addicted. Therefore, he would ask the doctor for such contraband on such an occasion.
Before Ivor could refuse, the guy said again: "By the way, when will the dining car come? I'm very hungry."
"There is no dining car, but I can give you some snacks," Lu Li said casually.
"Let's talk business first."
At this time, Ivor raised the notebook in his hand and signaled Lu Li not to interfere with him.
"Mr. Bolivar, what was the last thing you remember before the plane landed?"
"I don't know, it seemed like the lights were flickering. I can't remember clearly because I sometimes faint..."
Typical side effects of drug abuse.
Lu Li made his judgment silently.
Dr. Iver stood expressionless outside the isolation barrier and continued to ask: "What's going on with those scars on your hands?"
"I cut it myself."
After saying that, Bolivar raised his arms, admired himself, and explained with a smile: "For the fans."
artist?
Seeing this guy's appearance, Lu Li couldn't help but think of Xi Ge, a painter who lived in the foggy city. He was an artistic painter and an executioner with a twisted heart.
Therefore, Lu Li quite understood Bolivar's morbid behavior.
However, Ivor felt that he could not accept it. The doctor took two steps back, frowned and said, "Tell me, are these tattoos, scars, and mysterious and evil things all part of your belief?"
The conversation suddenly rose to faith.
The atmosphere changed. Bolivar looked serious. He pulled off his wig, revealing his relatively energetic short hair, and kept rubbing it: "Don't be ridiculous, doctor."
"My father was a Baptist minister, and I was doing this just to pick up girls."
Hearing this, Lu Li, who was standing nearby watching the show, was stunned. Is this the younger generation of the Yingjiang family? Their values are really avant-garde.
More than a hundred years ago, gentlemen and ladies in foggy London, no matter what they looked like on the inside, at least when they went out, they would dress themselves seriously and conservatively.
Thinking about it now, it feels like it was yesterday.
In fact, for Lu Li, it wasn't too long, just two months. Because of this, he felt that he couldn't keep up with the times.
"All right……"
Ive hesitated to speak. When encountering such a strange patient, he could only admit that he was unlucky.
Just in time, Fat Dr. Jim walked in and called his two colleagues out: "Iver, you have to go and see something that was taken out from the cargo bay."
"immediately!"
"Okay, let's go."
The three people left in a hurry, leaving behind four survivors who were forced to undergo quarantine, two medical staff, and Lu Li.
The time is midnight.
