"Forensic Doctor Xu, I would like to congratulate you. The superiors attach great importance to you, and it seems that you will be promoted step by step in the future!"
"I'm just a forensic doctor. At best, my salary can be a little higher, which Gao Sheng wouldn't dare to think about."
"If I have the opportunity to go to Peiping in the future, I would like to ask Dr. Xu to take care of me."
"You're welcome...Dr. Yamamoto, are you busy with work recently?"
"It's still the same..."
Xu Haichuan was thinking about slowly bringing the topic to anthrax, asking him which ward Er Mi was in, and then waiting for an opportunity to find a way to get close to him.
As soon as the door opened, a nurse came in and said, "Dr. Yamamoto, Mr. Watanabe in Ward 4 is short of breath. Go and have a look!"
Dr. Yamamoto quickly stood up and said to Xu Haichuan, "Excuse me for a while."
Xu Haichuan: "It doesn't matter, you are busy with your business."
When Dr. Yamamoto and the nurse hurriedly left, Xu Haichuan immediately took the medical record on the table and searched for his name page by page starting from the time he was admitted to hospital.
Normally, the patient's room number and medication status must be in the medical record. This is much simpler than trying to beat around the bush with Dr. Yamamoto.
Even if someone saw Xu Haichuan flipping through the medical records, he could explain that he was just looking at it out of boredom, and the hospital is not a military department. No one would doubt this.
What is strange is that there is neither Ermi's name nor anthrax cases in the medical records. Most of them are common infectious diseases.
What's going on? The disease has been cured and the person has been discharged from the hospital?
impossible!
Xu Haichuan immediately overturned his guess. As far as the current medical level is concerned, it is impossible to completely cure anthrax, whether in China or European and American countries!
If the infected person has early symptoms and needs a large amount of streptomycin to stabilize the condition, Ermimo is just a beggar without a name. The hospital will give him such expensive medicine?
Xu Haichuan suddenly thought of a possibility—Er Mulu was not in the infectious disease ward at all!
There were footsteps outside the door. Dr. Yamamoto opened the door and walked in. He picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip. He said, "Forensic Doctor Xu, I'm really sorry. The patient has something going on and may be busy for a while."
Xu Haichuan stood up and said, "Then I won't bother you. I'll go visit Dr. Xiaolin again and then go back directly."
"Okay, then I won't give it away."
"Stay."
After leaving the doctor's office, Xu Haichuan walked slowly in the corridor and met two nurses who were chatting and laughing softly. They even took off their masks, and there was no trace of nervousness on their faces.
If there was an anthrax patient living in a certain ward, the nurses would never be so relaxed, let alone take off their masks without hesitation.
There was a nurse station on the first floor. Xu Haichuan walked straight over and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Dr. Xiaolin is?"
In fact, if he really wanted to find Dr. Xiaolin, he would definitely find him. But staying any longer would be a waste of time. He would ask the nurse station and then pretend that he didn't find him.
"Dr. Xiaolin has gone to the rest room." A nurse answered politely.
"Okay, thank you." Xu Haichuan turned around and walked towards the resting room. As long as he was out of sight of the nurse, he was ready to go back directly.
The nurse quickly reminded, "Hey, sir, the rest room is being disinfected, you can't go there."
"Oh...where is the toilet?" Xu Haichuan asked.
"That's it until the end."
"Thanks."
Xu Haichuan found it strange that since the resting room was being disinfected, what was Dr. Xiaolin doing there? The handyman was responsible for tasks such as disinfection and cleaning, and there was no need for a doctor to be present.
The resting room is on the northernmost side of the first floor of the Army Hospital. Xu Haichuan is a forensic doctor and often comes here to perform autopsies, so he is very familiar with all the rooms.
Ten minutes later, Dr. Xiaolin walked out of the sleeping room, carefully took off his gloves, and threw them into the trash can nearby.
Seeing his action, Xu Haichuan became even more convinced that Er Mulu was most likely in the resting room!
Seeing Dr. Xiaolin walking towards this side, Xu Haichuan hurriedly ducked around the corner. Hearing the footsteps walking away, he then walked towards the rest room.
He is not worried about being discovered. He can use it as an excuse to find Dr. Xiaolin and no one will think twice about it.
When he walked to the door of the sleeping room, he smelled the strong smell of disinfectant. Xu Haichuan took out a mask and gloves from his arms, put them on, opened the door and walked in.
There are two rows of morgues in the house, and only four of them have people lying on them. All of them have their heads covered with white shrouds, and their faces cannot be seen.
Xu Haichuan walked over and opened the shroud of one of the people. It was an old man who was dead. He opened the shroud of the other one and found that he was also dead.
At the third time, as soon as he lifted the shroud, Xu Haichuan instinctively took a step back. He had been a forensic doctor and dealt with the dead for many years. Although he had long been accustomed to all kinds of dead people, this man's face was really...
It's terrible.
This person's skin is still festering and bleeding, and there are edema of varying sizes around the carbon-like scabs. This is the most serious symptom of anthrax.
Jiang Xinyu described Xu Haichuan's confused appearance. Although the man in front of him was sick and disfigured, he could still tell who he was based on his symptoms.
Xu Haichuan sighed in his heart. The Army Hospital did not want to save Ermimu and left him to fend for himself. Doctor Xiaolin was probably ordered to see if Ermimu was dead.
He was about to cover the shroud when Ermimu slowly opened his eyes, looked at Xu Haichuan blankly, and said, "...It has nothing to do with me. You can seek revenge against the Japanese..."
Xu Haichuan whispered, "Er Muzong, tell me what happened the night Lao Tian got sick?"
"...It has nothing to do with me...The Japanese buried you..." Ermi said this repeatedly.
Xu Haichuan asked no more questions. Er Muzong was on his deathbed. Seeing that he only had his last breath left, his consciousness was no longer clear.
He covered the shroud, turned and left the resting room.
On the way back, Xu Haichuan thought over and over again what Er Mulu said, and seemed to be able to find some clues...
Before the matter was finalized, he did not go to Jiang Xinyu, but directly transferred three comrades from the traffic station and personally led them to the ruins.
Since Lao Tiantou never left the ruins on Songdao Street when he got sick, it means that if he didn't get sick himself, there should be an external source of infection. And the distance is definitely not too far away!
At four o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at Songdao Street, leaving one person on guard outside. Xu Haichuan led two people to the ruins.
Xu Haichuan instructed, "Wear masks and gloves and search for suspicious points carefully. Remember, if you find something strange, don't touch it with your hands!"
"clear."
"knew."
They are all experts in this field. Since the only clue is that there is someone buried underground, they quickly found the suspicion. The branches piled on the ground looked very abrupt...