Chapter 67 Unreliable Report

Miss Holmes continued to flip through the report in her memory.

[…I saw a long queue in front of the abandoned hospital. The people in the queue were all ragged lower-class people. They were either sick or injured, or holding sick children, or bringing injured relatives and friends. Their faces were full of fatigue after working during the day and queuing up late at night. Yawning, crying children, and suppressed cries of pain echoed in this strange hospital like the wails of dead ghosts. ]

[But there was a kind of pure light flashing in the eyes of these poor people living at the bottom of London. It was a light that I rarely saw in the eyes of people in the slums. It seemed to be a light called hope. 】

【I stood silently at the back of the line. I saw the woman in green holding a crying baby in front of me stamping her feet anxiously, while the woman in blue comforted her, "Don't worry, Mr. Winfreys is a great doctor at the Institute of Medicine, and he can definitely cure your little Faye. Last time, Vivian's son, Little Otto, had even worse symptoms than yours. Dr. Winfreys prescribed two days of medicine, but Little Otto recovered completely the next day after he went back. Now he is so strong that his appetite has increased greatly, and even Vivian's milk is not enough for him."】

【The woman in green said in a sad voice, "I hope this Dr. Winfreys is really as skilled as you said, and... will he really not charge for consultation and medicine? We really can't afford a penny. Little Faye's brother has eaten a few potatoes in the past two days. My husband hasn't been home for a few days. If this continues... I will really have to abandon Little Faye!"]

[The woman in green couldn't hold back her sobs anymore and sobbed softly. The woman in blue patted her back and comforted her: "Don't worry, it's not the first time I've brought my sisters here. I've never seen Dr. Winfreys charge a penny. Maybe he'll give Little Faye two candies when he sees her crying so hard."]

[From the conversation between the two women, I learned that the doctor who is now using St. Agenius Hospital for free medical treatment is named Winfreys, who works at the Institute of Medicine. (Additional information: I have investigated the Institute of Medicine and found that Winfreys is indeed a physician employed by the institute. His colleagues also learned about his free clinic work every week, and most of them were sarcastic and mocking.)]

[I continued to line up at the back of the line. I noticed that most of the people in the front line were sweaty laborers with minor or serious injuries. There were dock workers groaning with hunched backs, slaughter workers holding their palms and gasping for air, and coal workers with dirty bandages wrapped around their arms... There were also a few women holding crying children and prostitutes with bruises on their faces. 】

【The team moved forward very quickly. Every few minutes, the wounded returned from the front with medicines in their hands and smiles. I carefully overheard a conversation between a group of wounded people who should be porters. The content of the conversation is as follows:】

【A man with a bandage wrapped around his shoulder said: "This Dr. Winfreys is indeed worthy of his reputation. After a few presses, I felt that the pain in my waist was relieved a lot. I felt refreshed and even my heart seemed to beat more vigorously. The key point is that the treatment and medicines are all free! He is a conscientious doctor! If only there were more free doctors like Mr. Winfreys in London!"】

【Another shirtless man with a plaster on his waist replied: "You are absolutely right! Now the clinics in the city are not open for treatment. It's really too expensive. If I make a mistake while working and get hurt or sprained, I have to go to the clinic and pay the high diagnosis and medical fees... I've wasted at least a week. Fuck these profiteers and doctors! Hoo--spit! We should hang them on street lamps along with the factory owners, just like France did a hundred years ago!"]

[A man with a bandage on his head also spat in agreement: "Old George, this is the most fucking brainy thing I've ever heard you say since I met you. You're fucking right. These damn capital... are called capitalists, right? They should all be hung on street lamps."]

[The other injured people, including those in the queue, nodded in agreement when they heard this. 】

【The man with the bandage on his shoulder at the beginning replied: "Don't fucking dream. Instead of thinking about the fall of these powerful masters, it is better to hope that there will be a few more kind-hearted people like Dr. Winfreys in the city, people who really care about us, the grassroots people... I am now afraid that I come too diligently, resulting in insufficient medicine brought by Dr. Winfreys, so that those who are in urgent need of medicine cannot get treatment - I would rather endure the pain and not come again next week, leaving the opportunity for the brothers who really need it."】

【This man's words made everyone in the queue look thoughtful. The familiar people who came together whispered and talked about it. Some were worried that they would never enjoy free medical care again, and secretly said that they must come to queue up earlier next week; some were touched by the man's words. Some queuers with milder symptoms left silently, leaving this rare free medical opportunity to those who really need it. 】

【From this, it can be seen that Dr. Winfreys has a high reputation among this group of people. Everyone seems to agree and appreciate this free medical consultation activity. 】

【After waiting for about an hour, I finally came to the front of the line. I walked into the interior of St. Agenni Hospital and followed the flow of people to the hall covered with faded blue and purple paint. Winfreys, who was responsible for the free clinic, sat behind a simple desk in the middle of the hall. A large medicine box was placed on the desk, and a sturdy assistant stood next to him to help maintain order on the scene. 】

【I heard some regular customers call the assistant Mr. Nello. Mr. Nello has sharp eyes, stands upright, and has strong muscles. He is more like a veteran than a doctor's assistant... But what kind of free clinic needs a veteran to act as a bodyguard? 】

【Finally, it was my turn to see the doctor. Dr. Winfreys was an elegant middle-aged man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose. He looked very gentle and always had a faint smile on his face. ]

[His medical skills or medical experience are indeed quite rich. He could tell at a glance that my broken finger bone was not caused by the loss of control of the factory machinery, but more like an injury caused by fighting - he was right, it was indeed my own broken finger bone. ]

[While Dr. Winfreys was treating me, his assistant Nello would stand by and write something in a notebook, as if recording my condition. ]

[Dr. Winfreys carefully examined my injuries. When he spread out my palm, he seemed to be able to see that I, with my delicate skin and tender flesh, was definitely not a poor citizen. He raised his head and looked at me with suspicious eyes. ]

[The scrutinizing gaze projected from his emerald green pupils seemed to penetrate the softness of my heart. I couldn't help but lower my head in shame to avoid his gaze. ]

[Dr. Winfreys did not reveal my identity. He lowered his head in silence. According to my injuries, he decided to perform manual reduction first and then splint fixation. His technique was precise and quick, which showed that his medical skills were indeed superb... at least he was very good at treating trauma. 】

【After treating the injury, he kindly told me: "Don't let the wound get wet for the next period of time, and it's best not to exercise. If the injury worsens in the next few days, come back for a follow-up visit at this time next week. If there is no problem, it will be healed in about a month. Come back then and I will remove the bandage for you."】

【I left directly after receiving the medicine. The process was very smooth. No one asked me for payment for the consultation, and no one promoted weird things to me. 】

【The treatment method used by Dr. Winfreys is also completely in line with the laws of modern medicine. 】

【The only suspicious thing I could find was the assistant named Nello. Apart from this, I did not find any traces of evil cultists or clues of hidden conspiracies... This seems to be just a simple free medical consultation. 】

【When I left, the time on my pocket watch showed that it was 10:30 in the evening, but I could still see many poor people rushing for free medical treatment. They came alone, or with friends, or with children in their arms. Their faces, which were full of miserable ravines due to their hard lives, rarely showed joy and hope. 】

【Conclusion of the investigation on the changes in the historical abnormal event site 7-102: Winfreys, who appeared in St. Archbishop's free clinic, was just an ordinary warm-hearted medical research physician, and was not related to any mysterious phenomenon, esoteric sect or Hours. 】

【I know that the following sentence should not be recorded in the investigation report, but I still sincerely pray that the authorities will end the investigation of this case - Winfreys is really just an ordinary free clinic doctor! Please don't disturb him, colleagues, let him continue to bring hope to the poor people in London! 】

At that time, Charlotte Holmes read the end of the investigation report and saw the message from the first-level special investigator Hobson, and she couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Judging from the contents of the investigation report alone, Dr. Winfreys does not seem to have anything to do with those crazy esotericists who pursue taboo knowledge.

However, based on the left-slanting handwriting at the end of the text in the investigation report and the familiar surname of the investigator... the female detective deduced that the full name of this first-level special investigator should be Spencer Hobson, a private detective she had met before whose ability to investigate cases fluctuated, and a man with an erratic temperament.

It is said that Hobson had also worked as a reporter for a period of time and a missionary for a very short time. These professional experiences also allowed him to accumulate the ability to track clues and a little knowledge of occultism.

But it is precisely because of this that his brain, which already has limited capacity, is also filled with all kinds of messy knowledge.

Although the female detective also affirmed Spencer Hobson's detective ability when he was out of his normal state - his wild imagination would work from time to time, helping him to quickly track down the criminal.

But this guy often mixed personal emotions into the process of handling cases, thus affecting the fairness and rationality of the investigation process - this is a taboo in the detective industry!

Originally, Charlotte had heard that Hobson had quit the private detective industry recently. She thought that this guy had realized his shortcomings and had found another job out of despair... It turned out that he had joined the Anti-Suppression Bureau to investigate those even more bizarre and mysterious cases.

Based on her knowledge of Investigator Hobson, the female detective believed that he had invested too much personal emotion in the investigation of this case, which was particularly evident in the message at the end of the investigation report... Therefore, she had great doubts about the accuracy of the investigation report on St. Agenni Hospital.

She did not believe in Spencer Hobson's judgment.

I went home during the Dragon Boat Festival. It was very uncomfortable to type on my laptop today. The screen was small, but the keyboard did not make any crackling sounds... How could this show my hard work in typing!

I am not very satisfied with the writing of this chapter. If you think it is not well written, please point it out directly