At the end of October 1893, the Second German Empire, Berlin.

The evening wind yelled, rolled up dead leaves all over the sky, rubbing rustling sounds on the street made of bluestone slabs. The bright moon was heavily blocked by the thick black clouds. Only in the short moment when the dark clouds were blown away by the night wind, can a ray of light shine on the earth.

The weather was not good, and I didn't see the bright moon and stars for several nights. Citizens were reluctant to travel at night in the late autumn wind, which undoubtedly affected the vitality of the main city of Berlin at night. As soon as the Imperial Bell Tower knocked out nine clear sounds, most of the shops in Berlin were closed. Even the most prosperous Bodhi Street Street had only a few large shops with their storefronts. Passers-by walked by the streets in a hurry and were in a hurry. Occasionally, a few customers came, and the transaction amount was pitifully small.

However, after all, those that close are private commercial ports, such as police stations, casinos, brothels, etc., which are brightly lit at midnight. The Royal General Hospital of Berlin belongs to this kind of unit that concerns people's livelihood, and there are people on duty 24 hours a day. This four-story building built during the reign of William I is located in an area just across the street next to the palace. In this way, the royal family members who are suddenly sick can be treated quickly, and they will not worry that the surge in people will affect the peace of the palace.

However, if someone is interested in the investigation, he will see some unusual clues from the black four-wheeled car parked in the hospital gate with the royal family badge hanging on it.

Beige walls, snow-colored lights. In the two adjacent intensive care rooms, a group of doctors in white coats looked solemn, and nurses pushed various equipment and potions into and out from time to time. In the corridor outside the door, a graceful lady was lying on the bench and crying loudly, her voice choked; next to her was a young man with a gray face, looking at everyone entering and leaving the room with hatred. The doctors and guards around did not dare to touch the gaze of the young man, for fear that this person with power would turn into a killing star and do something crazy.

"My son, why does this happen! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

When the guards and doctors saw the eyes of the middle-aged man who was about to kill, they felt a sense of fear in their hearts. They couldn't help but retreat, with only a thin figure shrouded under the windbreaker. The middle-aged man was covered with frost and almost used syllables that popped out of his teeth, saying word by word: "You'd better hand over my two sons back intact! Otherwise, I'll send you all to the most barbaric West Africa, so that you can be with poisonous insects and beasts all day long, and have you heard it?"

The doctor and nurse in the corridor were pale, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and complained in his heart. The middle-aged man was still angry and his face turned red. If he had not been concerned about the need to ensure absolute silence in the medical process, and with his personality, he would have been scolding him for a long time, would he be so angry that he would hurt his lungs like he is now?

"Dingling!" A tight alarm bell suddenly rang in the corridor, and the faces of the medical staff in the corridor turned pale. The door of the intensive care unit on the left was pushed open, and several nurses rushed out in a hurry, then grabbed another trolley parked outside the door, and rushed in again. The middle-aged man and the graceful young woman were both excited and looked at the door nervously, and their hearts were raised to their throats; but there were all white coats inside, so how could they see their children?

This abnormal phenomenon did not last long, and the harsh ringtone subsided. The door opened and the people separated. A Mediterranean walked out with heavy steps. He slowly took off the large mask on his face, revealing an old face full of wrinkles, and whispered to the couple in front of him: "His Royal Highness has returned to the embrace of the Holy Angel Michael. Please mourn your Majesty, the Queen."

The blue eyes of the middle-aged man immediately turned blood red and hissed; he grabbed the old doctor's collar and said with a hissing: "What are you stupid people talking nonsense! How is my crown prince? How is it possible! Give me a treatment, go and treat me quickly!" By the last sentence, the middle-aged man was already hysterical and shook the body of the old man in front of him crazy.

The old and weak Mediterranean were tortured by the middle-aged man, and he felt his bones falling apart. He endured the severe pain and said intermittently: "All the medical staff in our hospital have done their best to save the life of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but they are really powerless!"

"You fart!" The middle-aged man could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and finally burst out completely and roared sternly, "When August was sent, there was no charred wound on his body. Even if he fainted, how could he return to the embrace of the Holy Angels? It must be because of your quack doctors who are ignorant of their skills and random treatment!"

The old doctor coughed a few times and said hoarsely: "Your Majesty's clarity! Both His Highnesses were struck by thunder under Brandenburg's sect. It was a miracle that they did not turn into ashes on the spot! Although there was no external injury, the voltage of hundreds of thousands of volts had an incalculable consequence on their brain waves; even the most wise doctor in the world could not cure the fundamentals! We have used all the means, but still failed to save the crown prince's brain death. Please mourn your Majesty and the Queen."

When the old doctor told the news of his child's death, the graceful young woman cried out and collapsed on the bench, unconscious. The nurses around her were in a hurry and hurriedly found an ambulance and quickly pushed her into the ward next to her. When the middle-aged man heard the bad news, his eyes turned dark and he staggered back a few steps. A group of guards rushed up to support him, but he roared and pushed away. He supported the wall with his right hand, gasped for a while, and said a stern voice: "Have you had immeasurable consequences for their brain waves? In other words, not only August, but Etel would die?"

Hearing the hoarse voice of the middle-aged man slowly rang in the corridor, everyone shivered; at this time, who would dare to touch this bad head and answer the emperor's words? The doctors looked at each other, and finally the old doctor said, "It's not that far, we are doing full supervision of the Second Prince; the second prince is auspicious and heavenly appearance, I believe he will be fine."

The middle-aged man clenched his fists and his fingernails were deeply embedded in his flesh. After a moment, he let out a sad roar like a wild beast, and then slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

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The rapid and harsh ringtone rang again in this space. The police light on the right ward was red, illuminating the red eyes of everyone present. The medical staff in the corridor ran quickly again, and the rubber wheels rolled over the wooden floor, making a rumbling sound. The middle-aged man stood quietly in place, as if he had heard nothing; the thin figure who was hiding under the windbreaker turned around and looked at him, but found that light ripples had already reflected in the corner of his eyes.

The thin figure moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something to comfort him. After a while, he only let out a helpless sigh. Some things can be comforted, while some things can only fade away by the passage of time!

"Hudson." The young man turned his back, his hoarse voice mixed with the rushing steps and the sound of the alarm bell, which seemed particularly bleak and heart-wrenching. "Tomorrow, I will tell the world tomorrow. Tell Alman, let him... let him prepare for the funeral for August and Etel."

"Yes." The thin figure replied in a low voice.

The door opened with a slam. The middle-aged man moved his ears, turned his back to the old doctor walking out, and said hoarsely: "Tell me, I can stand it."

"Your Majesty, the Holy Angel is merciful, the Second Prince is safe!" Mediterranean said excitedly.

The middle-aged man said quietly: "I'm back, come back. One day, I will return to the arms of the Holy Angel Michael..." His voice suddenly became weaker, and the expression on his face suddenly froze: "What did you say just now?"

The Mediterranean said again with three points of joy and seven points of gratitude: "Your Majesty, the Holy Angel is merciful, the Second Prince is safe!"

The middle-aged man turned around, tears still on his face. Suddenly, he opened everyone like a beast and walked into the ward. The doctors did not expect that he would go straight into the intensive care unit. He caught him off guard and drove straight into him. When they realized that the middle-aged man had already fought a path of blood and reached the bed.

A boy in his early 10s was lying on the hospital bed, with more than a dozen pipes of different colors inserted or wrapped around him, looking along the pipe to the side, and the ends of these things were connected into seven or eight various instruments next to him. His facial features were delicate, his eyes were closed, and his face had a trace of sickly pale complexion; a colorless and transparent mask was buckled on his nose, and the end was tightly connected to a huge blue iron can.

The old doctor coughed and said, "Although I understand your Majesty's beloved son very much, I still have something to explain to Your Majesty. In order to prevent foreign bacteria from causing harm to patients, all those entering this intensive care unit must strictly disinfect their clothes in advance; Your Majesty has entered suddenly now. If you stay here for too long, it may also hurt the life of the second prince!"

The middle-aged man woke up as if he was dreaming when he heard this. He wiped his face without a trace, and then quietly left the room. Looking at the middle-aged man who had recovered his sanity, Emperor William II, the old doctor finally let go of his heart; although only one of them lived, he and other ambulance personnel should not have to be sent to West Africa.

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