The old butler introduced the antiques in his home in a calm tone. His attitude was very calm, but Lin Xiangwan still felt the slightest chill.
How sick of a person would he be to decorate his home like this?
That’s not how money is made. Is it really that good to live in a museum?
If you wake up in the middle of the night and see Mona Lisa's big face smiling at you, you will be scared to death, okay?
But this kind of imagination was probably only experienced by Lin Xiangwan. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw that the other three people had faces full of yearning and admiration.
The old housekeeper led them to the stairs, "I have something to do and can't accompany you to watch. The master is waiting for you in the study. I wish you good luck."
The person who led them upstairs was a young man, also dressed neatly in waiter's uniform, with gloves as white as snow on his hands.
After all, he is a young man and is much more talkative than the old butler. Seeing everyone's panic, he smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Although the master is unsmiling, he has a good temper. As long as you work hard, there will be no problem."
"Who is your master? How can he be so... rich?" Another woman asked curiously. She is younger than Lin Xiangwan. Although her appearance is only above average, she has always been smart since she was a child.
It's going smoothly, so my ambition is not small.
Ordinary people rarely fail to be tempted when they first see such overwhelming wealth.
The young waiter showed his white teeth and smiled, "I don't know very well. I heard that he is a businessman. His business is very big, and his properties are all over the world. The study is here, please come in."
It is better to say it is a study room than a library.
Lin Xiangwan looked around and saw that the entire room was three stories high. The walls had been specially modified and turned into movable bookshelves. The temperature in the room was constant, and the smell of sandalwood could be faintly smelled.
There are several tables and chairs in the room, and even the lamps on the tables are antiques.
There was no one in the study, and the waiter said apologetically, "The master may have gone out for something. Please sit down and rest for a while. I will go and get you a cup of tea."
As he spoke, he wanted to exit, but as soon as he put his hand on the door handle, he fell heavily to the ground.
The young waiter's whole body was twitching, and his face was red from suppressing it.
Lin Xiangwan wanted to go over to check him, but was pushed hard. The doctoral student ran over first, squatted on the ground and glanced at the young waiter, "Epilepsy, do you have chopsticks?"
When an epileptic patient suffers from an illness, a hard object must be inserted into his mouth, otherwise he may bite off his tongue.
After hearing this, the female colleague immediately started looking around. There were no chopsticks in the study, but there were many pens. She brought the pen holder over, and the doctoral student took out a pen and stuffed it horizontally into the waiter's mouth, opening his teeth.
After doing all this, he stood up and calmly took out a tissue from the tissue box next to him, waiting for others to praise him for his quick hands and quick eyes.
But before the words of praise were uttered, the waiter suddenly struggled hard. He seemed to be out of breath. His whole face was so red that he was about to bleed. His eyes were bulging outwards, veins popped out in his hands, and his nails were on the floor.
It paddled back and forth, making a harsh sound.
The doctoral student was dumbfounded. He was usually responsible for delicate surgeries in the hospital and had never dealt with a patient whose condition changed so rapidly.
Not only the doctoral student was dumbfounded, but the other two hospital managers nearby were also at a loss.
Lin Xiangwan quickly walked to the waiter and inspected it carefully.
"It's not epilepsy, it's poisoning."
The throat is swollen due to poisoning, and the swollen throat blocks the trachea, making it impossible for the waiter to breathe.
As she spoke, she took out the pen from the waiter's mouth and quickly swung the pen. Then Lin Xiangwan held the sharp head of the pen, pointed it at the waiter's throat, and stabbed it hard.
The pencil was decisively inserted into the waiter's trachea. The hollow pen formed a channel, and a large amount of air poured into the waiter's trachea. He immediately stopped twitching, and his chest heaved violently, like a dying fish.
The waiter's blood splashed on Lin Xiangwan's hand. She took out a piece of paper and wiped it carefully between her fingers.
Her movements were so fast and ruthless that there was no room for rejection. Blood spattered on her face, and she didn't even blink. The doctoral student pointed at the person on the ground tremblingly, "You... you didn't disinfect... you
We’re not afraid of him getting infected.”
"Saving lives is the most important thing. Even AIDS can be controlled now. A small infection is nothing at all." Lin Xiangwan said calmly.
"But...but you...if you hadn't hit it right just now, he would have died!"
"Didn't I get it right? Besides, if your customer encounters the same situation, do you have to find alcohol cotton first and then find a way to save him? By the time you find it, he will be dead already."
"But..." The doctoral student wanted to say something else, but the door to the study room was opened, and a European man in a gray suit walked in quickly. He clapped his hands vigorously, "Well said. The life of the patron is the most important.
Sir, you have been eliminated."
The doctoral student was politely invited out by the old housekeeper, leaving only three competitors in the room.
The waiter was still lingering on the ground, but the European man seemed not to have seen him, strode across his body, walked leisurely to the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down.
He is very well-dressed, tall and strong, and the muscles in his arms make the sleeves of his suit bulge. His appearance is that of a typical European man, with clear facial features and clear outlines. He can be said to be a handsome man, but Lin Xiang
However, Wan felt that this appearance was very aggressive and looked very difficult to mess with.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Orson. I am the owner of this manor. In other words, I am your future employer. I have read your resumes. I appreciate Miss Lin's handling and judgment just now, but I want to
Being my personal doctor, these are not enough. Now I want to test your ability to respond. The process may be a bit bloody. If you can't accept it, it's too late to quit now."
As Orson spoke, he took out a pistol from the bookcase. He held the pistol in his palm and played with it, the black muzzle of the gun swinging back and forth between the three of them.
In addition to seeing guns in movies and TV shows, ordinary people have never seen real people. As soon as Orson took out the gun, Lin Xiangwan felt the bodies of the two colleagues around him trembling, and saw the changes in their faces.
With an expression on his face, Orson seemed very happy. The corners of his eyes drooped slightly and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"How do you want to test it?" the female colleague spoke cautiously, probably wanting to leave a good impression on the other party with her female identity and good looks.
Orson smiled, "That's it."
Before he finished speaking, a bullet whizzed out of the gun with the sound of wind. The bullet hit the young waiter's chest, and bright red blood immediately splattered out.
Blood spattered on the clean shoes of the female colleague, who immediately screamed and fainted. The face of another male colleague also turned white, and his legs trembled, "You are... murder!"
"Yeah, it's murder, so what? Do you want to send your patron to jail?" Orson grinned and said to the old butler standing at the door, "Give them a set of surgical tools, who can take out the bullet first?
, just hire whoever you want.”
Two sets of knife bags containing all the surgical requirements were thrown at the feet of Lin Xiangwan and his male colleague. The male colleague bent down and tried several times, but failed to pick up the knife bag. "I...I quit..."
This place is really terrible. With such a murderous customer, no one is willing to work for him even if he charges a sky-high price. He might be in a bad mood one day and shoot you a few times to lose his life.
No matter how much money you make, it’s useless!
"Congratulations to Miss Lin, you won. You can sign a contract with the housekeeper. I hope we will have a happy cooperation in the future." Orson seemed to be a little unsatisfied with this ending. He was like a big child and liked to joke, but he was just kidding.
All jokes require blood.
If an ordinary person heard what Orson said, they would be eager to leave this room full of blood. But Lin Xiangwan did not. She picked up the knife bag and picked out the scalpel she wanted to use.
Hemostatic forceps, "For better cooperation in the future, I suggest you wait."
She neatly cut off the waiter's coat and said, "See clearly what I have done before making a decision. If I mess up, you will be the next one to die in my hands."
Her words were considered treasonous. Orson's brows furrowed and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Go get gauze, disinfection equipment, a shadowless lamp... forget about the shadowless lamp, I guess you don't have one either, do you have a flashlight..." Lin Xiangwan ordered the housekeeper without stopping.
She hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time. If she hadn't been forced to do this, Lin Xiangwan really didn't want to pick up the scalpel again in this situation. I hope the situation wouldn't be too bad. I hope this young waiter
The body is strong enough to survive this test.
The butler glanced at Orson, who nodded, and the housekeeper immediately went to prepare everything Lin Xiangwan needed.
An hour later, Lin Xiangwan sewed the last stitch. She was not very satisfied with the stitching. The needle angle was too large and would leave ugly scars in the future. However, under the current conditions, it was impossible for her to rework.
There was no blood pressure monitor or heart monitor. She didn't know how the waiter was doing. She could only guarantee that he was alive now, but after today, she didn't know if he could continue to live.
The waiter was carried down, and only Lin Xiangwan and Orson were left in the room. Lin Xiangwan sat on the floor and couldn't get up because she was too tired. Orson walked up to her.
"You are very courageous. You dare to contradict me under such circumstances."
"A doctor's bounden duty is to save people. I just did what I should do, and I don't think there is anything wrong." Lin Xiangwan said calmly.
Her chin was lifted, and Orson Orchid's eyes came into her eyes, "But your customer is me, and you should learn to listen to me."