Chapter 390


    Dean was not cheerless. He listened to the jokes andughed, though not as much as his mates. After


    all, h e had juste out of aa and his body was still weak.


    Just when everyone was about to leave, Dean said to Brandon Tyson, his second officer, "Can I have a


    moment with you, Brandon?"


    Brandon nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed." What is it, Captain?”


    "I have a backlog of several cases to follow. Go back and tell the chief to assign the cases to someone


    else."


    Brandon furrowed his brows, looking not too happy." Why assign them away now? You have spent a


    great deal of time and effort on those cases. I am not going t o do it.”


    "Don''t be emotional. How can I work on those cases with my current condition?”


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    "You are only hospitalized temporarily. After you recover, you can continue to work on them.”


    "Brandon! Don''t you dare to say something like this to me again. Those are murder cases. How can


    you take them lightly?" Dean became dead serious.


    Brandon did not dare to say a word again. So he


    reluctantly obliged. "Yes, Captain."


    At this moment, the attending doctor walked in. He looked at Dean. "The ident did not hurt you


    anywhere else. Judging from your X-ray images, you are only injured in the legs. What you are


    experiencing now is a manifestation of paralysis caused by dislocation andpression of the spinal


    cord, and requires timely surgical treatment."


    Dean nodded, then looked at Brandon, who stood there looking startled. "You may leave now."


    "But Captain, your legs-"


    Before he could finish, Dean interrupted him. "Stop talking already. Just get back to work!"


    Brandon got out of the ward, his steps floaty, and he felt extremely bad.


    His colleague, Ollie Barker, was still leaning against the wall in the hallway, waiting for him. The two of


    them had a field mission this afternoon.


    Ollie looked at Brandon and was surprised to see him grit his teeth with reddened eyes. "What is


    wrong, mate? Did Captain Singleton scold you? Look at you."


    "The captain didn’t scold me. I just feel sorry for him. I feel bad."


    "He might have met with an ident, but he is perfectly intact. Everything is fine. I know how close you


    and Captain are, but you don’t have to be so emotional, do you?"


    Brandon gave Ollie a re. "You don''t know. The doctor said the captain might be paralyzed from the


    waist down."


    "What?" Ollie froze in ce.


    Summer, who passed by the two of them, heard every single word that Brandon said.


    When Dean celebrated his birthdayst time, Brandon was there and had a few words with Summer.


    So he recognized Summer.


    But at this moment, Brandon was obviously not too happy with Summer. He did not say hello, let alone


    speak with her. He just nced at her and left.


    Brandon was still young. His thinking was that his captain would not have met this ident if not for


    Summer.


    After the two left, Summer stood there with the young police officer’s words echoing in her mind. ''Dean


    might be paralyzed from the waist down? What exactly is going on?''