Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty

It has been forty-eight hours, and Bicui is sitting motionless in the small cafe, with a cup of strong coffee in front of her, her eyes fixed on the sign of the hospital building across the street: Please do not honk in the hospital area. It was seven in the morning, but the café opened at six, and while she was sitting there, there would always be another customer dining there, but she didn't even notice who they were, she just didn't move. Sitting still in front of a cup of coffee, looking at the sign of the hospital.Now, she has been in this cafe for a long time, but anyone who sees her will say to her with concern: "You'd better go out for a walk and eat something." When she hears this, she will get up , walked back across the street, sat in front of a cup of coffee as well, and then came back here again.

Her life thus narrowed to the hospital and the café.She can't recall the past, let alone look into the future, she can only live in the "now", which is really a terrible state.Last night, the hospital had arranged a bed for her in the nun's dormitory, and she had spent the entire night in the hospital the night before.All the people who saw her said the only two words to her, either "No, the situation has not changed" or "Go and eat something".She had already heard these two words calloused, as if she was tired of the sign in front of the hospital, but what else could she do? Put a cup of fresh coffee in front of her, take the original cup away, and say to her: "This cup is already cold, but you haven't touched it." But after a while, this cup of fresh coffee is still cold. Untouched and cloudy.She was grateful for the care of the sloppy waitress, but still felt uncomfortable that she couldn't really sympathize with her.The girl was going back and forth for coffee like this, probably because she had the idea of ​​watching a good show in her heart.

"Honk, Honk, Hospital Area" She couldn't keep staring at the sign, she had to look at something else.Maybe she could—one, two, three, four, five, six Oh, no, no, she couldn't count. The door of the cafe opened, and Doctor Si came in. His red hair was a bit messy and his beard was unshaven.He called out to the waitress: "Coffee!" and sat down beside Bitui. "how is it?" she asked. "Alive." "are you awake? " "Not yet. But it's a little bit better. I mean, there's a better chance of waking up, but there's no guarantee he'll—survive."

"Oh." "It can be seen that the skull is broken, but in fact, where else he was injured, it is not certain at once." "That's right." "You can't just drink coffee, you haven't eaten, have you?" She didn't even drink coffee. "The waitress interrupted, putting Doctor Si's coffee in front of him. Hearing the maid's talkative comments on her concerns, she was filled with inexplicable annoyance. "Let me take you to the street for something to eat." "No, thank you." "Angel's is not far from here, where you can take a good rest and—"

"No no, I can't do that. I'll drink the coffee, it's nice and hot." Doctor Si drank his coffee in one gulp and paid the bill.He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't want to leave Beicui here alone. "I've got to go back to Carlisle now, and you know I'm not going to go away if someone's not taking good care of him, don't you? Those doctors can take better care of him now than I can." "You've done us a great favor," Bitui said gratefully to him, "We'll never forget it in our lifetime." Once Bitui started drinking coffee.So he drank so sullenly that he didn't see the door open again.It should not be another news from the hospital, but at the moment, for Bitui, apart from the news from the hospital, there is nothing worth caring about, so when she saw George Peck sitting on her I was really surprised by my side.

"Doctor Si told me that I can find you here." "George!" she said, "how did you come to Westside so early in the morning?" "I've come to bring you comfort—Simon's dead." "comfort? " "yes." George took something out of an envelope and put it in front of her. Things, though outdated, are still recognizable.It was a slender fountain pen with a yellow spiral decoration. Beetui stared at the pen for a long time, then looked up at George. "So they found—the thing?" "Yes, there it is. Do you want to talk about it here? Or do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"What's the difference between the hospital and here? It's the place where I wait for news anyway." "Would you like some coffee?" The waitress came again. "No, thank you." "it is good! " "What was there? What was left? I mean, what did they find?" "Just a pile of bones. Buried under a pile of leaves three feet deep. There are also some pieces of clothing." "And what about his pen?" "It was found in another place." George replied very carefully. "You mean to say that the pen—the pen was thrown away afterward?"

"Hard to say, but very likely." "I see." "I don't know if you'd feel any better knowing about it—I think you would—according to the police doctor, he was dead, or incapable of feeling, before he fell—" "You mean, before he was pushed down?" "Yes. Judging from the condition of the skull injury, it is so." "Yeah, it's better to hear that. Maybe he didn't feel anything before it happened, and he just ended his life happily on a summer afternoon." "A few small things were found among the scraps of his clothes, perhaps in his trouser pockets. But the police kept them, and Sergeant Small gave me this pen," said he, He picked up the pen again and put it back in the envelope: "Let me identify it. Is there any news from the hospital? When I just arrived, I saw Doctor Si driving away."

"No. He's still unconscious." "You know, I really blame myself for that," Pastor George said. "If I'd been more aware of what he was saying that night, maybe something as extreme as this wouldn't have happened." "George, I think we've got to try and find out who he is." "But I know the orphanage has—" "Oh, I know—they've done normal research. But I'm not sure if those researches are reliable. In fact, we can do better than them. " "Start by assuming he is a blood relative of the Asybes?"

"Yes. He is so much like our family that I don't believe he could be an outsider. If not, it would be too much of a coincidence." "Yes. Do you want the results right away?" "Yes, time is precious." "Then I'll go and speak to Sergeant Small. He knows what to do. I've told him about the investigation and he said he can go ahead with it even if you can't take part. Nance wants me to ask you." Do you want her to come and accompany you, or do you think it's quieter to be alone." "Nance is so considerate. Please tell her that I'm better alone. But I really appreciate her. Please tell her to give Ailian some encouragement. It's really uncomfortable to take care of those trivial chores in the racecourse at this time Woolen cloth."

"I think it would be easier to concentrate on caring for animals at a time like this." "Did you tell her the news? I mean, you promised to tell her that Bore wasn't Burt's?" "Tell her. I must admit, Beatrice, I was terrified when you handed me this errand. It was such a blow to her that she had just found out that Simon was dead, and now she had to know that Beau was not her brother." It's too big. But her reaction was beyond my expectation—" "What's up with her? " "She kissed me." The door opened again, and a young and beautiful intern nun came in. As soon as she saw Betsy, she hurried over and said to her, "Excuse me, are you Ms. Asubie?" "What's the matter?" Bitui replied, almost standing up. "Ms. Beatrice Ashby? Oh, very well. Your nephew has come to his senses. But he doesn't recognize anyone, and he doesn't know where he is. He just keeps calling your name, and we Guess he was looking for you. So the nun asked me to come here and see if I could find you. Sorry to bother you, you haven't finished your coffee, but—" "It's okay, it's okay," Bitui said, and she had already walked to the door. "If you were there, he might be quieter," the trainee nun continued, "It's the same with patients like this. If there is someone familiar with them, even if they don't recognize them, they will be quiet." It's weird, like they can see right through them. I see it all the time. They might say - Elaine? Or something. Then they will be quiet.But if someone he didn't know answered them casually, nine times out of ten they would know and get more restless.This is really a strange phenomenon. " When Bicui came to Bo Lai's room, what was really strange was that Bo Lai, who had always been taciturn, was able to spit out so many words in one breath.For two full days and one night, she just sat by his bed and listened to his constant raving.He would say unexpectedly: "Aunt Bitui?" Bitui immediately replied: "Yes." What he talks about most often is the memory of his fall from the horse, and he confuses the current situation with the fall, and from time to time, he will ask anxiously: "Can I still ride the horse?" Are your feet okay? They won't saw off my feet, will they?" "No," so Beatrice would comfort him, "You'll be fine." Once, he asked Bitui quietly: "You must be very angry with me?" "No, I'm not mad at you at all, go to sleep." The world outside the hospital went on as usual, ships big and small went in and out of the port, investigations were underway, bodies were buried, but for Bicui, her world had shrunk to Beau's hospital bed and her time in the nuns' dormitory. Between the beds. On Wednesday morning Charlie Asuber arrived at the hospital, trodden down the corridor with his great but noiseless footsteps, and Beatrice went out to meet him and take him to Beau's ward.He hugged her like Bitui did when she was a child, and Bitui also felt great comfort from his hug. "Uncle Charlie, I'm so glad you're fifteen years younger than Papa, otherwise where would I find comfort?" "I think the biggest advantage of being fifteen years younger than my brother is that I don't need to accept him to wear smaller clothes." Charlie wanted to joke when they met. "He just fell asleep," Bitui said, stopping at the door of the ward. "Let's be quiet, shall we?" Charlie glanced at the sleeping young face through the door, and said firmly, "Ward." "His name is Bolai." "I know. I'm not calling him by his name. I just recognize how much he resembles Howard. That's what Ward looked like when he was his age, when he got drunk and fell asleep. " Beicui stepped forward to take a closer look, and then asked uncertainly: "Is he Hua De's son?" "no doubt." "But I still can't see how much he resembles Howard. He resembles himself." "You haven't seen Howard when he was sleeping." Charlie said, looked at Bolai again and said, "It's better than Ward. He looks like a good boy." After speaking, he followed Beatri out of the ward. "I heard that you all like him?" "Yeah, we all love him so much," she replied. "Oh, what a misfortune, what a misfortune. Do you know who ordered it?" "I heard it was an American." "Yes, George told me so. But who would it be? Who would go from Carlisle to America?" "The Wei Lie family went to Canada, and so did their daughters. You have to know, the other party is a woman. Maybe their family went to the United States later." "I don't believe it's a woman." "I feel the same way." "Really? Good girl. You've always been so smart and beautiful. What are your plans for this boy? I mean his future?" "I don't even know if he has a future at all."