Jiang Minghao squinted his eyes, knowing why he came to find him.
Durant smiled and said: "Mr. Jiang, you have this motive for killing!"
Jiang Minghao nodded and said: "But why didn't I kill him on the spot at the scene of the crime last night, using my own excuse as a security measure? Why should I go to all the trouble and risk to come to the hospital to kill him?
"
Durant frowned and stared at Jiang Minghao, who looked calm and without any disturbance.
In fact, he had also thought about this problem, but he just focused on Jiang Minghao as the first suspect! After all, he had too much motive to kill.
But now the police still have not investigated the cause of Li Jingtian's death, because the hospital gave the results that Li Jingtian died due to severe brain injury.
In other words, Li Jingtian's death may have just occurred at the scene last night. Jiang Minghao took it upon himself to guard against forgery and beat Li Jingtian to death with excessive force.
But Durant found clues in the ward. The window lock was broken, and there were traces of climbing on the drainage pipe at the back. Based on the analysis of these traces, Li Jingtian was killed.
As for what method the murderer used to kill the suspect, the police now have no clue.
"Mr. Jiang, maybe I'm overthinking it. Please don't leave the United States these days until the case is investigated clearly. Please cooperate with me in my work." Durant felt helpless.
Because the Chinese man in front of me was too calm and could not see any flaws in him, even though he was suspected to be the murderer in his heart.
"Okay, but I also ask you to investigate quickly. There are still things in my country waiting for me to go back." Jiang Minghao said with a smile, and then pulled Ye Ziyao towards Deng Chuchu's ward.
Muto Maki and Kimura, who had no idea what was happening, also followed.
Because of what happened last night, the American police did not announce it. Jiang Minghao also requested that the matter not be exposed, as this would have an impact on Ye Ziyao. No one wanted this kind of thing to be known to outsiders.
Back in the ward, seeing Deng Chuchu lying on the bed in hospital clothes, with bruises on her face, especially on her arms and feet, Ye Ziyao felt very uncomfortable when she saw her. She couldn't imagine how Li Jingtian could
Such cruelty.
Now Deng Chuchu is mentally disturbed, her eyes are dull and staring, she is mumbling words, and sometimes she is frightened. She is completely like a patient who has been tortured into a mental illness.
"Don't worry, I will cure her."
Seeing Ye Ziyao's uncomfortable eyes with red eyes, Jiang Minghao patted her on the back, then took the medical kit over and started to feel Deng Chuchu's pulse...
"Who are you and what are you doing?"
But suddenly, a gray-haired doctor came in with several young doctors and nurses.
The middle-aged doctor among them was John Wilson, a professor of neurology at this hospital and Deng Chuchu's main doctor. When he saw Jiang Minghao taking the patient's pulse, he immediately scolded him.
"Is he a Chinese doctor of traditional Chinese medicine?"
"I've seen it in a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Chinatown. Their doctors can tell what kind of disease the patient has by taking a patient's pulse."
"Wow, no wonder it's called the magical Chinese medicine technique..."
Those young doctors and nurses did not mean to praise him, but instead mocked him because these local people did not take Chinese traditional medicine seriously at all.
Jiang Minghao looked back at them and was not disturbed. He continued to take Deng Chuchu's pulse and examine her body.
I have to say that Li Jingtian was cruel enough. He not only humiliated Deng Chuchu, but also beat her, causing her to have several internal injuries. It can be said that he was almost bullied mentally and physically.
"I am a patient friend."
Ye Ziyao immediately told neurology professor John Wilson.
"Then what is he doing?"
John Wilson pointed at Jiang Minghao sitting beside the bed and said to Ye Ziyao: "Does he want to use your ridiculous Chinese medicine skills to cure this patient?"
"ridiculous!"
Jiang Minghao turned around, glanced at John Wilson, and saw that he looked down on Chinese medicine, and said very rudely: "Do you know our Chinese medicine skills?"
"Of course I know your Chinese medicine skills. I remember Professor Qing Ting. Her family runs a Chinese medicine clinic." John Wilson said with a smile.
Because Sister Qingting is the chief surgeon of the brain department in this hospital, many people in the hospital know Chinatown and Li's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
John Wilson smiled and said: "Your Chinese traditional medicine skills, it takes several days to treat a small cold, and you have to drink that bitter Chinese medicine, but the treatment effect is very bad, isn't it ridiculous?"
Hearing his words, Jiang Minghao smiled, knowing that Li Weixiang was not good at medical skills and had misled these local people and misunderstood our Chinese traditional medicine.
Therefore, when they claim that Chinese medicine is magical, it is an antonym to ridicule.
"Okay, I am this patient's neurologist. I don't allow you Chinese doctors to treat my patient randomly here. Please get out." John Wilson didn't want to talk nonsense to Jiang Minghao, so he asked him politely.
go out.
Jiang Minghao's face darkened. He would never allow anyone to look down on Chinese medicine.
Then, respond to him in the simplest and strongest way and say to John Wilson: "I want to ask you, are you sure you can cure her disease?"
"certainly."
"How long?"
John Wilson was startled, then thought for a while and said: "She has a mental breakdown now. Although it is not serious, psychiatric treatment will take time, and it will take a month."
"One month."
Jiang Minghao nodded, looked at him immediately, and said with a smile: "What if it takes me three days to get her back to normal?"
John Wilson was stunned, shook his head without hesitation and shouted: "Impossible, I don't believe you can do it."
"Okay, then you make a bet with me. I will use three days to restore her mental state to normal, and you are not allowed to interfere. How about that?" Jiang Minghao looked directly at John Wilson. He didn't need to talk nonsense and spoke directly with his strength.
This made Muto Maki next to him excited and said: "Well done, teacher, teach them a lesson in Western medicine."
Ye Ziyao, who was standing nearby, could only smile and shake her head when she saw Jiang Minghao arguing with the doctor, knowing that men were the most intolerant and others looked down upon Chinese medicine.
John Wilson raised his eyebrows, he was naturally not afraid of Jiang Minghao.
On the contrary, he wanted to use this opportunity to humiliate Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine, saying that they are rubbish. So he nodded: "This requires the consent of the patient's family."
"Daughter, my daughter..."
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged couple and a young man rushed in and threw themselves on the hospital bed. Deng Chuchu was crying. It was her parents and her eldest brother Deng Huilong.
The Deng family in China rushed over overnight as soon as they heard the police notification, and rushed to the hospital as soon as they got off the plane.
"Miss Ye, was it really Li Jingtian who did it?"
Deng Chuchu's eldest brother, Deng Huilong, looked angry and asked Ye Ziyao, "Where is he?"
"Brother Long, Li Jingtian is dead."
Ye Ziyao knew that Deng Chuchu was hurt the most, and her family members were the most angry.