Chapter 7 The Big-Eyed Boy (I)(9)
My heart ached so much that I couldn’t help what happened to this lovely boy.
Walking to the diagnostic room of the brain surgery ward, I saw that Mr. Herman had taken the CT film, put it on the reading lamp, and said something to Wayne, who was director of the brain surgery department. I went over and looked at the CT film. Mr. Herman didn’t know that I met an acquaintance. He thought I was going to smoke somewhere. He smiled and asked me, “Well aren’t you scared? Look at this film. What’s the problem?”
This kind of pediatric problem couldn’t difficult for me, I casually answered, “contrecoup injury.”
The whether was clear and cloudless.
After the habit of early sleeping and early getting up was formed in the Criminal Police College, my biological clock couldn’t be changed momentarily. So I got up early and ran a few laps on the playground of the city bureau. Then I went to the pathology laboratory, opened the microscope, and began to observe several histopathological sections.