Chapter 504: Elder Jackson, the black-hearted doctor, died.
At the moment when he was about to tell the truth, he was shot to death.
The bullet was fired from the hospital building. When I turned around and looked around, under the dim moonlight, I saw the curtains of a ward on the east side of the third floor shaking.
The room was pitch dark, and no one could be seen at all.
"The shooter is upstairs."
Ye Feng strode like flying, and the killers from the Death Cemetery also poured into the hospital building.
The situation changed suddenly. They were fighting to the death just now, but now they suddenly became friendly forces. Looking at the killers coming like a tide, the officials of the National Security Bureau and the members of the King of Sikkim's bodyguard standing in the hall looked at each other, held the guns in their hands, and put down their weapons.
No, it wasn't even when he raised it. In the end, Ye Feng said, "We are all our own people," and he quickly resolved everyone's embarrassment.
Climbing to the third floor and walking into the ward, it was already empty.
Bending down to pick up a shiny copper bullet case, Ye Feng frowned. Who did this? Could it be that Count Donald had sent people to sneak into the hospital. As soon as he thought of this, Ye Feng was horrified, because it was
The moment he rushed into the hospital building, he saw Viper, Thor and other old friends in the lobby on the first floor. He also saw Zhang Jianguo and other National Security Bureau officials. He also saw the Sikkim royal guard staying in the hospital. All security personnel were there.
On the first floor.
"No, the eldest prince is in danger."
Suddenly hearing Ye Feng's roar, Zhang Jianguo and the others, who had just walked into the ward, turned pale with shock and hurriedly turned around and rushed to the sterile ward on the fourth floor.
The corridor was quiet. When Li Ruoyun and others rushed into the sterile ward with guns, the Filipino female nurse who was recording the patient's nighttime physiological indicators turned pale with fright. The medical record in her hand dropped to the ground with a clang. The sound woke her up from her deep sleep.
The eldest prince, perhaps because of the high sealing of the sterile ward, or perhaps because his body was too tired, seemed to be unaware of the fierce exchange of fire that had just occurred in the yard. He raised his head covered with thick bandages with difficulty, only revealing his
His eyes were tired and full of doubts.
"What's wrong."
The voice was hoarse and dry, and it was the voice of the eldest prince.
Zhang Jianguo finally felt relieved. He motioned to everyone to put away their pistols and explained to the eldest prince in a low voice.
When he learned that the little prince was in danger again, the eldest prince seemed extremely anxious and struggled to get up from the hospital bed. "Where is Sakya? Where is Sakya?"
"Don't get excited. The little prince is fine. He's not injured at all."
Zhang Jianguo explained again and again, and then ordered someone to bring the little prince into the ward, and then the eldest prince calmed down.
Ye Feng walked into the ward, bent down to pick up the medical record on the ground, and handed it to the panicked Filipino female nurse.
This was the first time Ye Feng walked into the sterile ward, and it was also the first time he faced the eldest prince.
Looking at each other, the eldest prince's eyes were extremely calm, and then he slowly closed his eyes.
Qualified medical staff are good at observing the patient's speech and behavior to infer the patient's current physical condition. Of course, a female nurse who can work in a foreign hospital is a leader in the industry. Seeing the eldest prince closing his eyes,
The Filipino female nurse immediately demonstrated her professionalism and authority as a medical staff.
"The patient is sleepy and wants to rest. Everyone should go out first."
Leaving the two masters Viper and Thor guarding the door of the ward, Ye Feng led the killers in the death cemetery to continue searching for traces of the gunman layer by layer. For safety reasons, Zhang Jianguo suggested that the little prince stay in the hospital for the time being and return to Pemayan until dawn.
Cesi was originally worried about his brother's injury, so this idea suited the little prince's wish, and he readily agreed to Zhang Jianguo's proposal. The little prince's temporary bedroom was located in a ward on the fourth floor, and the ward next door was occupied by Zhang Jianguo.
Arrangements are made for temporary offices.
The safety of the two princes was closely monitored, but the gunman seemed to disappear out of thin air, and no clues could be found.
Back in the temporary office on the fourth floor, Zhang Jianguo and others were discussing the gun battle just now, when Van Gogh slipped in in a panic carrying a bag of medicines.
"I discovered a big secret."
Since arriving at Gangtok Hospital from Pemayantse Temple, Van Gogh ran into the emergency room alone. He was beaten so badly by the angels that his nose and face were bruised and almost disfigured.
"I saw the doctor. The doctor is in the hospital."
This sentence was like a charade. Zhang Jianguo and others were stunned for a while, but Ye Feng took a breath after hearing it.
Ye Feng slapped his forehead suddenly and exclaimed, "How could I forget him?"
The doctor Van Gogh was talking about was a skilled surgeon and also a killer.
In the old days of lone killers, the doctor ranked sixth on the killer list was a legendary figure who was both good and evil. He had a doctorate in medicine and was a slightly famous surgeon. He was also the first to combine his daily career with his identity as a killer.
A strange man who is perfectly integrated into one body. The scalpel in his hand is not only an amulet to relieve the pain of seriously ill people, but also a life-saving talisman when carrying out assassination missions.
"How do you know he is a doctor?" Lie Huo asked dubiously.
Lie Huo's suspicion is not unreasonable. Surgeon is a public profession. In order to conceal his identity as another killer, the doctor never appears in public in the dark world. His level of mystery can even be compared with that of the fourth earl. Almost no one sees him.
to see their true face.
"You haven't seen it, but that doesn't mean I haven't seen it."
The mentality of the nouveau riche began to show again, and Van Gogh shook his jeweled right hand and showed off triumphantly.
"I have seen all the top 100 killers on the killer list, except for the God of Death who has died long ago and the Earl whose dragon has never seen its end."
"What's there to show off?" Wollid rolled her eyes at Van Gogh and teased. "Even if I've seen them all, I won't let you rank 96th."
In the past, he was ranked 97th on the killer list, which always made Van Gogh brood. Now his scar was exposed by Wollid, and Van Gogh almost lost his temper.
However, the 11th ranked beauty killer in front of him was not someone that Van Gogh could afford to offend.
Gritting his teeth, Van Gogh held back his suffocation.
In this situation, Ye Feng was angry, funny, and a little impatient at the same time.
"Okay, okay, tell me how you recognized the doctor."
"It's a long story." Van Gogh was obviously hesitant. He was silent for a while and then sighed. "Forget it, it's all in the past. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"You should all know the history of my fortune."
Suddenly hearing these words from Van Gogh, all the old friends laughed.
The history of Van Gogh's fortune can definitely be called a blank slate. Six years ago, Van Gogh retired to Algeria's second largest city, Wahlan. After working as a full-time painter for a period of time, Van Gogh's life became increasingly embarrassing.
Determined to switch to business. In that year, many oil and gas fields were discovered in various parts of Algeria. The oil industry was definitely a hugely profitable industry. Van Gogh wanted to get involved, but the Algerian government also imposed strict review conditions for investors. They must
Only with a bank deposit certificate of 50 million US dollars as a guarantee can one obtain the oil field mining rights from the government. Although he was so poor that he had to live without a meal, this harsh condition was no less demanding for Van Gogh who did not have half a penny in savings.
Pie in the sky. Van Gogh used his painting skills to forge a set of Swiss bank deposit certificates, and then successfully obtained the oil field mining rights from the government.
"I was very lucky that year. Oil prices were rising steadily. In less than half a year, I earned 50 million US dollars. Although I changed my bank account and replaced the fake one with the real one, I still felt uneasy. At this time,
I thought of a person, the doctor ranked No. 6 on the list of killers. I heard that he was good at plastic surgery and had done plastic surgery for many Hollywood female stars. At that time, I thought, since we are all in the same industry, the doctor will definitely keep it safe for me.
It was secret. So I asked someone to find him. After a lot of effort, I found many old friends from the past, and finally found out the whereabouts of the doctor."
"The doctor opened a private clinic in Vancouver, Canada. When I found him and expressed my intention to him, you know what this guy said. He just said, you have found the right person, I am an authority in the field of plastic surgery. Then
I was given a price list, and ***, the simplest double eyelid surgery costs one million US dollars. I did some rough calculations, and it would cost about 15 million US dollars to have my face done. I
At that time, we only had a total of 50 million US dollars, and the entire look would have cost one-third. It was too dark and not cost-effective, so I went back."
Phew, Wolide covered her small mouth and laughed.
"Nouveau riche, this is not your style."
Van Gogh shook his head in embarrassment. "At that time, I was not yet a nouveau riche. I wanted to break a penny in half and spend it."
"Didn't you tell the doctor who you are? We are all colleagues, so he will definitely give you a discount."
"That's not much cheaper." Van Gogh looked at Wollid and said. "Even if I discount it in half, it would cost eight million U.S. dollars. I wasn't poor at the time."
"Stingy guy, if I were you, I would definitely throw fifty million dollars in the face of that black-hearted doctor. Just one sentence, no need to look for it, as long as it can make me look like Leonardo 3f DiCapri
Oh, it just needs to be exactly the same."
Van Gogh touched his cheek with his hand and laughed.
"My face is the most famous face in Algeria. Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Cruise, George Clooney, they are not as handsome or handsome as me. Don't believe me.
You can go to Algeria and ask, no matter men, women, old or young, no matter urban or rural, no one knows Algeria’s richest man and number one philanthropist Mustafa3f Bejaoui.”
"Okay, profiteer, stop showing off here. Tell me quickly, where is the doctor? Let's go meet this old friend."
Hearing the urging of the fire, Van Gogh lowered his right hand without hesitation.
"I've made it clear that the doctor's office is in the cardiac surgery department on the third floor. He should still be in the office now."
"Heart surgery." Julia, who was following Ye Feng, interrupted. "Isn't that the opposite room where the gunman opened fire? There is no one inside."
From this point of view, the gunman who shot Elder Jackson was the doctor.
The captain of the Sikkim royal guard sitting next to Zhang Jianguo hurriedly called the gate post. Just ten minutes ago, the doctor had left Gangtok Hospital.
After receiving the news, everyone became nervous again.
The doctor shot Elder Jackson to prevent him from leaking information about Count Donald. Based on his identity and what he did, it can be seen that the doctor is definitely a very important figure in Count Donald's organization.
So now that he took advantage of the chaos and left Gangtok Hospital, was he fleeing in a hurry, or did he have another conspiracy?