When Zhou Jinru opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the hotel room. He had a dream. On the first day he returned to Rhode Island, he was drugged and knocked down by Gaviel, and he was with Ansel in the infirmary. eat supper.
He turned over, and most of the food on the coffee table disappeared, leaving only a small part. After eating, Miss Sakaz cleaned up the leftovers and hid in the closet to sleep.
"It's okay, you know to leave some for me."
Unable to help but chuckle, Zhou Jinru held his chin and walked into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and shaving with a knife.
As an adult male, grooming your beard is one of the compulsory courses.
When he walked out of the bathroom, he found Abigail had come out of the closet.
"wake up?"
Sleeping in such a small space is definitely uncomfortable.
"Um."
The girl who had always been at odds with him hummed and lowered her head. Her long pale golden hair was messy and had not been taken care of for many days.
Zhou Jinru pointed to the bathroom: "Go and wash up now. There are important things to do later. Time is tight, don't waste it."
Miss Sakaz opened her mouth, sighed silently in her heart, and walked into the bathroom resignedly.
She couldn't understand why this man wanted to help her.
She looked very ugly in the mirror. She had spent many days in anxiety and panic. Even her natural beauty would become particularly ugly, especially her beautiful long hair, which was as dry and rough as dried straw.
…
"how old are you?"
"Seventeen...sixteen."
Zhou Jinru silently reduced his age to fourteen in his heart. This girl was about the same age as Amiya. She was born with a good skin, especially her beautiful long pale golden hair, which was a bonus.
He asked again: "You want to be an apprentice in a cake shop at such a young age?"
“Dad said it was useless for girls to go to school, and that diplomas from Sakaz schools rarely lead to jobs.”
"The schools in Gotham won't let you enroll normally?"
Abigail put her hands on her knees, looking like a good and obedient baby: "The teachers and classmates in Gotham don't like us. Rather than being bullied, it would be better to go to a community school with our compatriots. But later, even if It's frustrating for people to not be able to graduate from college and get regular jobs."
Zhou Jinru rubbed his forehead. The Gotham man's skill in stacking buffs was higher than he thought.
"Do you know anyone in the quarantine area?"
"Yes, my parents, my neighbor's uncle, and some former classmates are all there."
At this point, Abigail mustered up the courage to ask the question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time: "Why do you want to help me?"
"I'm not helping you. You appearing in my room is just a matter of luck. I don't care who is sitting here. I want to help the Sakaz people, not a single individual."
Abigail couldn't understand it, but she thought it shouldn't be bad, this man was a good person.
Zhou Jinru didn't think that a girl who dropped out of school to work could understand what he said. He then asked: "Besides being an apprentice in a cake shop, what else do you do?"
"I……"
She doesn't seem to know anything. If you want housekeeping staff, there are many in Gotham who have good professional skills. But when she thinks about it, the girl starts to get goosebumps. Could it be that she has thought wrong and this guy has other intentions?
However, Zhou Jinru didn't care what she thought at all, and said calmly: "I am a doctor, I need an assistant, do you understand what I mean, an assistant, I just want you to help me carry the box."
assistant?
Abigail realized that she had thought too much and was terribly wrong, and she was immediately ashamed.
But Zhou Jinru didn't expect that even as an assistant, the Sakaz girl was unqualified...
She carried the box and followed for a few steps, not looking like an assistant at all.
"Okay, watch what I do and follow suit. You don't have to be able to do it, but you must at least be like it."
An hour later, Zhou Jinru stared at the girl's walking posture and expression. It finally became interesting and he learned quickly.
Abigail was panting a little and her face was rosy. She asked curiously: "Sir, where are we going?"
“Go meet someone and then go to quarantine.”
…
David's eyes were red. He hadn't slept since yesterday, and he didn't feel tired.
In a whole day, supplies for more than a dozen carriages were prepared, mostly clean food and drinking water, as well as some daily necessities that could be found, which could at least meet the urgent needs.
But these did not satisfy him, because there was a problem in one link.
"What are you talking about, no doctor is willing to visit?"
Careless.
I originally thought that being able to buy medicine from Doyle's secretary would be a huge benefit, even if it cost two or three times more, it would be worth it, but I didn't expect that I would get stuck at the follow-up doctor.
Medicines cannot be used indiscriminately. A doctor's diagnosis is required to prescribe appropriate medicines, otherwise some medicines are poisons.
"Really no one?!"
David grabbed his companion's shoulders and shook him twice, as if he wanted to hear some words of certainty, even if it was just false hope.
"No," the companion was also helpless, "really no, David, we have been to all hospitals and clinics in Gotham, but no doctor is willing to visit. As soon as they heard that they were going to the quarantine area, they all said there are It’s an infectious disease. No matter how much money we give, we won’t go there because we can’t find a doctor!”
how so?
David knew the malicious intentions of Gotham people, and he was helpless. At this time, he could no longer offend those people.
He can be a little more aggrieved, at least for the sake of his compatriots in the quarantine area.
"Let's go to Gotham No. 1 Hospital and ask the director. We must find a doctor!"
"David!"
"Let's go!"
…
An hour later, in the dean's office of Gotham No. 1 Hospital, the old dean who was about to go out was blocked by David.
"Mr. David, I have to go to a conference on a patient's condition. Please get out of the way."
"Mr. Dean, are there really no doctors who can be dispatched? The quarantine area is in urgent need of help. Many people are sick. Can you bear to watch them die in pain?"
When the old director heard David's pleading, he stopped and said gently: "Mr. David, I understand your request very well, but there are really no doctors who can make visits. The First Hospital is always at full capacity. Let's do this, I will send a notice to the doctors who are on vacation to see if any of them are willing to go to the quarantine area. Please wait patiently."
No, that's not the case!
The First Hospital is not that busy at all. The so-called full load is just an excuse!
David let go of his hand in frustration. He knew that his trip was in vain, and all his efforts were like a joke in the eyes of the other party.
Who can give him a doctor?
