Chapter 9
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At nine o 'clock in the morning, a silver Benz stopped abruptly by the tree-lined road below the sanatorium.
"There's still half an hour." Yang Mei turned her head and asked, "Do you want me to wait with you?"
"No need. It's just a follow-up appointment. I'm not disabled." Jiang Stops unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. "Go do your thing."
Yang Mei hurriedly rolled down the window. "Then wait for me to pick you up when you're done!"
Jiang Stops walked into the sanatorium and waved from afar without looking back.
Yang Mei's peach blossom makeup, which she had specially put on for today, drooped down. She sighed in disappointment and could only drive away along the road.
What she didn't see was that in the rearview mirror, a black Phaeton had silently stopped where she was just a moment ago.
Yan Ji, who was in the driver's seat, put out his cigarette and watched her disappear into the traffic. Then, his gaze turned to the sanatorium building across the road.
"Here it is — your porridge and side dishes!"
There weren't many people in the breakfast shop below the inpatient department. Jiang Stops sat in the corner, looked at his watch, and opened a pair of disposable wooden chopsticks.
In his early years, he worked day and night on cases, and it was common for him to be hungry and full. Later on, his stomach was damaged. When people reached a certain age, they had to pay back what they owed their bodies in the early years. After suffering from hypoglycemia a few times, he finally didn't dare to eat three meals carelessly. He forced himself to develop the habit of stuffing something into his stomach in the morning.
His phone vibrated on the table. It was a WeChat message from Yang Mei. "Have you eaten breakfast?"
Jiang Stops replied with an "Mm".
When he clicked send, he suddenly seemed to catch something in the corner of his eyes. He looked up.
Not far away, at the other end of the breakfast shop, there was someone who didn't have time to look away and instantly met his gaze.
It was a man in a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a baseball cap. He was in his forties and was tall and muscular. The brim of his cap was so low that his face couldn't be seen clearly. Their eyes only met for a short moment before the man lowered his head and continued to eat as if nothing had happened. He flipped the pages of the newspaper as if it was just an illusion.
Jiang Stops's eyes flickered slightly, and then he looked around the entire store, but his face remained expressionless.
A few minutes later, he put down the half-eaten porridge and almost untouched side dishes, got up, paid the bill and left.
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"Before you fainted, your muscles were in pretty good condition. Even after three years in bed, they didn't degenerate completely. His blood pressure is quite normal. Did he feel dizzy, lumbago, or pain in his limbs after he was discharged? "
Inside the examination room, Jiang Stops was leaning on the white bed. His fingers were naturally placed on his abdomen. "You'll occasionally get cramps after walking for a long time."
The doctor nodded. "That's normal. We have to continue with the recovery training according to the plan we made. We can't be too hasty."
This expensive private nursing home did not have many patients to begin with, and there were even fewer people before lunch. The checkup was quickly completed. The doctor prescribed some medicine and told her to take it on time. He also made an appointment for the next checkup. Suddenly, she heard Jiang Stops ask casually, "Has anyone come to see me in the past few days since I was discharged?"
"Oh, there really was." The doctor was reminded by him. "Your relative passed by on a business trip and wanted to see you. Coincidentally, you were discharged the day before, and he asked for your girlfriend's contact information."
Jiang Stops paused for a few seconds, and then he seemed a little surprised. "Relative? What's his name? "
The doctor was probably wondering why this distant relative hadn't appeared for three years. He laughed and said, "A man in his forties. He's quite strong. You can go to the front desk later and check with the nurse. You should know his name. He said he's your distant cousin. Why, do you remember? "
"Is he more than 1.8 meters tall and wearing a baseball cap?"
"Oh, yes! Is he really your cousin? "
Jiang Stops recalled the gaze in the breakfast shop just now. His face darkened, but he neither admitted nor refuted. "Did the nurse give him Yang Mei's number?"
The doctor said, "How could she? Who knows what kind of person he is? Our nurse asked if he wanted to leave his contact information, but he didn't give it. He just turned around and left. "
Jiang Stops got down from the examination bed, bent down to tie his shoelaces, buttoned his shirt to the top, and casually straightened his lapel.
The doctor finished signing and happened to turn around. Jiang Stops stood in front of the window in the morning light. His hair was black, and his cheeks were snow-white. His back was straight and smooth, and his narrow waist and slender legs were like a straight bowstring.
The doctor was a little surprised.
Originally, they all thought that the patient in bed 538 was a poor country boy who lived off a woman. Unexpectedly, when they met again after recovering, Jiang Stops's speech and body shape were obviously very different from the rumors in the hospital.
"The next time someone comes to see me," Jiang Stops said, "don't bother with them, and don't ask for their name."
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