Chapter 58: This wheelchair is really great, isn’t it? Winnie took her behind her,…
Winnie pulled her behind her and said, "Thank you so much, Tina."
She called her sister, and Tina immediately handed the sunflower forward.
"You're welcome. This is what we should do." Watson took the bouquet from Tina and put it behind him.
Sherlock had no interest in such things. He was pulling the leaves of the sunflower out of boredom. Suddenly, he stared at the gap in a mature flower disk.
Sunflowers of this maturity are bound to drop a few seeds, but that little hole is a bit fresh.
He reached out and broke off one to verify his idea.
While Winnie was talking to Watson, Liu Shu walked over to Sherlock.
"How are you?"
"If you're here to persuade me to leave, you can turn around now." Sherlock held the sunflower seeds in his hand and looked at them over and over again.
"Who told you to leave?"
Liu Shu raised an eyebrow when he saw the person on the bed.
"They didn't tell you."
How strange! Liu Shu fixed his eyes on his legs.
The detective whose mobility was restricted reminded her of a cat in a plaster cast.
"..." There was doubt and confusion in Sherlock's eyes. He didn't know what was wrong with his injury.
"How long will it take to heal?"
"You can be discharged now." "Don't listen to his nonsense." Watson turned around and retorted after Sherlock spoke.
"Sherlock—" he called the detective's name helplessly.
Because of Winnie's presence, the scene was a little awkward.
"Then we won't bother you anymore," Winnie bowed to them and waved to Liu Shu. "See you later."
Sherlock spoke again only after the door closed.
"She still has many bouquets to give."
"Yeah." Liu Shu remembered that Winnie's driver followed behind with a lot of things. Sherlock obviously couldn't see the people outside the door, but he could know this kind of thing.
No matter how many times I think his brain is amazing.
Now, besides the bouquet of sunflowers, there were also two injured people in front of Ryusuke.
She turned her head and glanced at Watson's left hand, which was tightly bandaged. It was obvious that his injury was not as serious as Sherlock's. "Can you tell me in detail? What happened?"
"It was just a normal corpse dump..."
After all, dumping a body wouldn't be considered ordinary, right? Liu Shu dragged the chair from the wall to a suitable position. She had to listen carefully.
"Do you remember those corrupted souls in Rusty Lake?"
"I thought you didn't know."
Sherlock forced a smile. "There's nothing I don't know."
"That's amazing. What next?" It seemed that he had done a lot. Liu Shu raised his head and motioned him to continue.
Watson looked at the two people talking, stood up and walked to the window, and pulled the curtains shut with a swish.
This made Ryushu and Sherlock look at him at the same time.
"You have to be careful with what you say." Watson placed his good hand on the railing at the foot of the bed, where there was a folding table for patients to use when eating.
"You're right, stay away from mirrors, glass, TV, and water." The things Liu Shu mentioned would refresh some bad things.
Watson pointed to the TV on the wall. "That's not going to be easy, is it?"
"Then why don't you go to the manor?" There is no place safer than Wayne Manor in the whole Gotham. Sherlock stuffed a sunflower into Liu Shu's hand.
"If I go to his place, I might find myself in 221b the next moment." Sherlock shook his head. His guess was not unreasonable, but to blame Wayne for such a thing was still underestimating Bruce.
If you don't go to the manor and stay in the hospital, you may go home in the blink of an eye. Liu Shu didn't say something that everyone knew. She lowered her head and looked at the sunflower carefully. This was the mature kind in the bouquet. Was it a bribe to her?
"I don't think that's the clown in the prison - of course, people in Gotham prefer to call it a mental hospital, but we all agree that Arkham is a prison." Sherlock and Watson looked at each other.
"You haven't told me the whole story yet." As if assuming that she knew something, Liu Shu narrowed her eyes. She didn't realize that she looked almost the same as her friend now.
Sherlock nodded. "Logically speaking—" He paused, then shook his head. "I haven't figured out the patterns of those creatures yet, but that one looks like it came from the bottom of Rusty Lake."
"It emerged from the shadow of the corpse and attacked us."
"The body that was dumped?" It sounds like a way of appearance that can leave a psychological trauma on people. Liu Shu's expression is similar to Watson's next to him. Only Sherlock looks excited.
"Yes." Sherlock leaned back against the pillows, his hands resting on the edge of the bed.
"What do you think?" Liu Shu decided to ask another person who had experienced all of this.
Watson twitched the corner of his mouth. "It's very dangerous."
"Then..." Liu Shu hadn't finished speaking.
"It's time to go." Sherlock took out a cane from somewhere.
"?"
"It's time for a walk."
"If I'm not mistaken, you can't be discharged from the hospital now, right?"
"We don't want to be discharged from the hospital, we just want to go for a walk." It was Watson who explained.
Liu Shu mentally put this seemingly reliable person on the same side as Sherlock, and there was no difference between the two.
They had already opened the door, so Liu Shu had no choice but to put down what he was holding and follow them. Maybe they really were going for a walk.
"What are you doing out here?" A nurse holding a tray stood in front of Sherlock.
"It's so boring lying in bed."
"You can't run around in your current condition."
Liu Shu leaned against the door frame, thinking that the two men could really run away, but they were stopped after only two steps.
"Sorry, you have to go back." The nurse was still polite, but she had already gripped the tray so tightly that the veins on her hands could be seen.
"Okay." Sherlock obviously saw it too. He agreed with a smile, then his face fell instantly when he turned around.
The door was slammed shut.
"No one should be in the corridor at this hour." Sherlock sat down on the edge of the bed, but did not put down his crutches.
"No plans?"
"Escaping from a guarded area only requires thinking about the right time to escape and then avoiding everyone properly." It's really simple, like putting an elephant in a refrigerator.
"I met someone as soon as I opened the door." Liu Shu was telling the facts. After she finished speaking, she saw Sherlock's unwilling look.
"She came from the ward next door. There's a problem there again, but it's not a big deal." Sherlock put the crutches horizontally under the bed. "Really..."
"What bad luck." Watson shook his head.
I just didn't make it out, so I don't have to call it bad luck, right? Liu Shu picked up the sunflower Sherlock gave her again.
"Do I have to investigate it myself? Aren't there armchair detectives in this world?"
"Don't take entertainment seriously." Sherlock glanced at the TV with disdain.
Perhaps because Liu Shu's eyes were too calm, he took the initiative to explain, "The patient next door is already in the hospital for the second time."
Watson sat down. He knew a little more about this than Sherlock. "I heard he was injured because of Gotham's characteristics. He was finally discharged from the hospital, but fell down the stairs again."
"So bad luck is referring to the patient next door?"
Liu Shu saw the two of them nod, and at the same time, she heard a knock on the door.
"Excuse me……"
An Asian woman in her thirties or forties came in. She took two steps to the side and pushed a wheelchair into the ward.
There was hesitation on her face. "I heard you guys outside... There's an unused wheelchair here."
"Oh! Thank you!" Sherlock's eyes lit up.
Liu Shu turned her head in confusion. She thought there was no room for these two to develop friendship in the hospital.
"That's just what we need, thank you." Watson stood up. He seemed to be more familiar with her.
The middle-aged woman smiled with a complicated expression, "My sister doesn't need it now."
"Uh - my condolences." Watson looked at Sherlock. Wasn't it a small problem?
Sherlock gave his partner a wish-you-can smile, and sure enough—
"It's just temporary." She waved her hand.
"Feel sorry!"
Looking at the embarrassed Watson, Liu Shu just felt funny. No matter whether it was the family of the patient next door who spoke with heavy breathing, or Sherlock who watched him die without helping, they were all the culprits of his social death.
"Is this little girl your friend?"
"Yes."
"How old?"
"eighteen."
"Where do you go to school?"
"Gotham High School."
"That's great. You're going to college soon, right? You should study hard."
"?"
Guess the nationality of the opponent in 0 seconds.
After the aunt, who shared the same nationality as Liu Shu, left, the two people in the room breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Sherlock heartlessly hopped on one foot to the side of the wheelchair.
"Be careful." Liu Shu supported Sherlock who was turning around. Why would someone test the speed as the first thing they did after sitting in a wheelchair?
"Electric." Sherlock's face showed some excitement.
"You don't want to sit in this for the rest of your life, do you, wheelchair detective?" Liu Shu saw his eagerness to try. The speed of an electric wheelchair is not on the same level as an ordinary wheelchair, but if any danger occurs later, the degree of his injury will also be on the same level.
"Can you help me push the wheelchair?" Sherlock had plucked all the mature sunflowers from Winnie's bouquet at some point, and he arranged them and placed them in front of Liu Shu.
“Isn’t it electric?”
"A guardian is needed."
Liu Shu looked at Watson.
"I need it too." Watson raised his wrapped left hand.
"Can I be your guardian?"
The newly appointed guardian placed one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and pressed the button for the elevator with the other.
A nurse came around the corner of the corridor.
"you……"
"Go down and get some fresh air." Liu Shu nodded to her calmly.
"Really? Be careful." The nurse left with a strange expression.
“Why can’t they be stopped if they are in a wheelchair?”
"Maybe it's discrimination against crutches. I can use them very easily." Sherlock spread his hands.
Watson glanced down at his hands. "They won't let me push the wheelchair either."
Liu Shu looked at the two of them with an indescribable look. No matter what, it was too dangerous to let someone with an injured hand push a wheelchair.
The elevator door finally opened.
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