the next day.
Lake woke up in the chair, yawned, then thought of something and looked at Skye, who was sleeping on the bed in front of him, wearing hospital gown again.
This is definitely not fate.
Lake dared to say so. Have you ever seen a family with the kind of fate that would end in the hospital as soon as they met?
The first time, Skye bumped into Lake and ended up in the hospital with an acute appendicitis.
This time?
hehe.
Lake thought about the CT scan the doctor brought him last night and the bunch of professional terms, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Meet twice in a row.
Same ending, Skye is hospitalized and Lake is bankrupt.
This is a bad fate.
Lake couldn't help but cover his forehead. Fortunately, he could still keep accounts at the New Amsterdam Hospital, so he wouldn't empty his already thin wallet.
At this time, Skye on the hospital bed also woke up slowly.
"woke up?"
"…"
Skye turned to look at Lake, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, and blinked. Then, his eyes narrowed, and he got up from the bed in a defensive posture. "Don't come over here, you pervert."
Lake: "…"
abnormal?
I?
What's wrong with me?
Lake's face turned a little dark. Before, Sky, the thirteen-year-old little loli, was quite to Lake's liking, but as soon as this sentence came out, his favorability towards her dropped to zero.
but...
Lake was willing to give Skye a chance: "Me? Pervert? Give me a reason."
"You almost killed me," Skye said.
Lake tilted his head, "Do I?"
Skye opened his mouth and was about to nod when the image of the bullet that suddenly sank and turned a corner emerged in his mind.
Next second.
Skye looked up at Lake: "How did you manage to make the bullet turn?"
Lake frowned: "Did you see it?"
Skye nodded.
Lake said "Oh" and stood up: "That's right, you are sick."
"…You are the one who is sick."
"I don't have one, but you are sick, and I have a certificate from the hospital."
"What?"
Lake looked at Skye, who was bewildered, and sighed. Then he shook his head and said, "Get ready. I'll start the surgery on you soon."
Skye was stunned and said, "What surgery?"
"Craniotomy."
"…"
Skye's eyes widened, and once again, she looked at Lake with that perverted look.
Lake shrugged and said, "That's not what I said. The doctor said it. Do you know you have epilepsy?"
Skye said with a dark face: "You are the one who has epilepsy, I am in good health."
"That's not what your brain CT scan says."
"What?"
Lake said: "Simply put, you ate undercooked pork, and then worms grew in your brain, so the doctor had to open your brain and take those little worms out."
Skye: "…"
The last time we met, I had appendectomy.
This time, not only the way of meeting was upgraded, but also the level of surgery was upgraded, and accordingly, the cost of surgery was also upgraded.
Without a doubt.
This is a bad fate, an absolute bad fate.
Skye opened his mouth wide, unable to recover for a long time. When he came to his senses, he shook his head: "Impossible, I don't believe it, I didn't do it."
Lake looked at Skye without saying anything.
An hour later.
The professional doctor pulled over by Lek left the ward.
Sitting on the hospital bed, Skye recalled what the doctor had just said and was in a daze for a while.
After a while.
Skye came back to his senses and looked at Lake with a gloomy look: "It's all your fault."
Lake looked at Skye suspiciously, with a question mark popping up in his head.
Blame me?
It's none of my business. The bug is in your head, not mine, and I didn't put it there.
Skye looked at Lake with some resentment: "Every time I see you, I have to be hospitalized. Last time I had an appendectomy, and this time I had a craniotomy. Before I met you, I was living a good life and I enjoyed everything I ate."
Lake coughed.
Good job.
I haven't said anything to you yet, but you're already complaining first.
Only villains and women are difficult to raise.
Lake stood up and prepared to leave.
The ward door was pushed open.
George and Beckett and Castle walked in.
Lake frowned: "Why are you here?"
George said, "I heard you didn't go home last night. We just finished our work at the police station and happened to be together. We decided to come over to see you. How are you? Are you okay?"
Lake pointed at Skye on the bed and said, "I'm fine. I just need surgery to open my brain."
Skye's eyebrows twitched: "Hey, hey, what do you mean, can you speak?"
Lake turned his head to look at Skye and thought seriously: "Who?"
Skye took a deep breath: "You..."
You are the only one.
Your whole family has one.
Seeing Skye frustrated, Lake smiled and said to George, "Come on, go smoke a cigarette with me."
Beckett and Castle were absent.
Having bugs in the brain is no small matter. It requires surgery. If I come back from smoking and find that Skye is gone, who knows if I will be in ghost state the next time I meet Skye.
Huh.
etc.
Speaking of which...
In ghost state, it seems that he is not in the hospital anymore, right?
Lake thought so as he stroked his chin while smoking a cigarette.
While smoking, George told Lake what happened next last night.
To put it simply.
Bulwer Allen bled to death.
Lake looked at George.
George said: "He had a gun in his hand and he was a serial killer. We told him to put the gun down, but he refused. After the standoff, he died from excessive blood loss."
Lake nodded.
Watch your own blood flow out of your body little by little, and finally die from excessive blood loss?
Although this way of death was a bargain for him.
But when waiting for the god of death to come and reap the harvest, the mind must be deeply traumatized.
good.
Just clean up the mess and you'll be fine.
Besides.
Even if it's not cleaned up, it doesn't matter. Lake will take care of it. Whoever dares to cause trouble, Lake has the ability to deal with him. In some aspects, Lake feels that he still has some similarities with Washington.
They are the kind of people who may not be able to solve the problem, but they have ways to solve the ideas of the people who raise the problem.
Lake smiled.
Just then.
Cassel pushed the door open and walked in: "Hi, the operation is about to begin."
Lake nodded, put out his cigarette, put the money in his pocket, and left the stairwell with George.
David and his wife Martha also came over.
The doctor who was about to push Skye into the ward for pre-operative preparations was startled by the sight of a room full of armed men. He then handed over the consent form and asked, "Who is the patient's family member? Please sign it."
George, Cassell and others turned their eyes directly to Lake.
Lake's mouth twitched.
Skye, lying on the bed, looked at the doctor and said, "I don't have any family. Can I sign it myself?"
The doctor said, "No, what about your adoptive parents, or the person in charge of your child welfare department?"
Seeing that the doctor seemed to be planning to notify the Child Welfare Department, Skye got out of bed and said, "I don't need surgery."
Beckett, who was at Skye's bedside, held Skye down and said, "If you don't do this surgery, you'll die."
Skye struggles with Beckett: "I'd rather die out there."
Lake looked at Martha and gestured, asking Martha for help.
soon.
Lake signed his own consent form for surgery.
The doctor took back the consent form, glanced at Martha, and then looked at Lake: "It's best to complete the procedures within a month, otherwise if they find out, I will be in trouble."
Lake nodded: "I understand."
After all, maybe, possibly, in the final analysis, Skye was indeed hospitalized because of Lake, and had to undergo surgery every time. This might be a coincidence, but who made Lake soft-hearted?
It's such a simple matter to complete the formalities.
Then we can ask the Department of Homeland Security to create a small case and turn Skye into a key witness in the case. Then we can write a statement, sign and stamp it, and send it to the hospital for filing.
A week later.
When Lake pushed the door and walked into the ward, he saw Skye leaning on the bed, holding a mirror, pursing her lips, looking at her wrapped head, and wanting to cry but unable to.
close the door.
"Don't look at it."
Lake walked over to the bed next to him and sat down. He laughed, and when Skye looked at him, he shook his head and said, "The back of your head is shaved. It's ugly and it reflects light."
Skye's teeth were chattering. Although she didn't know the seriousness of the disease before, the doctor had given her some basic knowledge in the past few days and even showed her photos of the worms that were removed.
Very disgusting.
Skye lowered her head: "I will return the money to you."
My plan to earn enough money to buy a car and shelter when I turn sixteen is going to fall through.
Skye also asked the doctor how much this kind of surgery would cost if he didn't have medical insurance.
The doctor also said so.
But Skye chose to block it after hearing the first two numbers. In short, Skye felt that he would probably have to spend the rest of his life paying off debts.
Lake smiled and said, "Okay, work hard and keep going."
Although it was public funds.
but...
If Skye is willing to pay back the money, Lake has no objection. After all, the paid-back money can be used for the next lottery.
Lake looked at Skye who was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed: "How are you feeling today?"
Skye said: "I still need to give him an IV drip for a few days, and then I will observe him for a few days. If there is no problem, he can be discharged from the hospital and live a normal life."
Lake nodded.
Skye was silent for a moment and looked at Lake: "Um... can you do me a favor?"
Lake said, "Of course."
Skye handed Lake a note she had written yesterday: "Can you help me get my things? I'm afraid they'll get lost if I don't go for so long."
Lake took over and looked at the address on the note, then nodded: "Be good and take care of yourself. Martha will bring your special meal over later."
Skye looked at Lake who stood up: "Thank you."
Lake waved his hand.
It was just a small favor, and Lake was willing to establish a good relationship with this big devil who would be able to break the earth in pieces in the future.
An hour later.
George drove Lake to the address on the note.
but...
After Lake got out of the car, he looked up at the five-story gray-white building in front of him that looked like a haunted house. He opened his mouth and said to George, "Are you sure you're in the right place?"
George locked the door. "If your address is correct, this is it."
Lake: "…"