Zheng Xiaoyue was soon eaten up by more than one pound of candied fruit.

She licked her fingers with unsatisfactory feelings and covered her snack jar.

Although she hadn't eaten enough, she felt that she should save some food tomorrow.

By the way, I have to go out tomorrow to buy more sugar. I save myself this way, and I have a greed in the middle of the night and I have nothing to cure.

If Liu Tianming was present, he would definitely not think so.

The tea that has been soaked has cooled down.

Zheng Xiaoyue picked up the cup and took a few sips. When she lowered her head, she saw a knife placed next to the foot of the bedside table.

It was a Gurkha knife.

The last time I saw it at Liu Tianming, I took it.

If I were following Li Jiexin to KTV today and carrying this knife on my body, things should be easier to deal with!

A layer of frost gradually rose on Zheng Xiaoyue's beautiful face.

She hates others to deceive herself the most. Especially Li Jiexin, who is regarded as a good friend, is truly unforgivable.

He bent down to pick up the knife, and under the light, the sharp blade reflected a faint dark blue luster. Zheng Xiaoyue's movements were very big, and the pajama strap on the right slid down, revealing most of her snow-white chest. She was the only one in the room, and Zheng Xiaoyue would not care about this. She held the hilt of the knife, because of her anger, and her chest was undulating with her rapid breathing.

The words that Liu Tianming said echoed in his ears.

"You have to learn to protect yourself."

"When encountering a danger that cannot be solved, call me immediately, or look for me at home and in the hospital. I can only be in these two places."

Thinking of this, Zheng Xiaoyue inserted the knife into the wooden scabbard and put it into her backpack.

When doing this, a hint of viciousness appeared on her soft face, and a hint of hideousness was released on the corner of her sneering mouth.

Maybe in the future, there will be something like today. No one will doubt that a girl like her who looks weak will have a knife in her backpack.

Never underestimate women.

Otherwise, you will pay an extremely painful price.

...

As usual, the city ushered in a new morning.

Song Jiahao came to the office early.

He was in a good mood today. His face was clean and his clothes were replaced with a light casual outfit. Soft leather shoes were comfortable to wear on his feet and his hair was neatly constructed. As usual, he made a cup of coffee, added sugar cube and grease powder, stirred it gently with a spoon, picked up the newspaper on the table and searched for news that he was interested in.

Noisy footsteps came from the corridor outside.

Song Jiahao frowned slightly, moved his eyes away from the newspaper, and turned to the closed door.

That morning, Vice President Wang Yinjiang instigated the hospital staff to make trouble here, which was also so noisy. Could it be that Wang Yinjiang was not giving up and wanted to continue to make the matter big?

"Bang!Bang bang!"

There was a loud knock on the door.

No, not knocking, but smashing.

A lot of effort, very unreasonable.

Song Jiahao stood up from the chair, walked over quickly, and opened the door.

There were many people standing outside. They were not the hospital employees who were causing trouble in Song Jiahao’s imagination, but another group of people.

Dozens of men and women squeezed into the corridor and looked at Song Jiahao with hostile eyes. There were men, women, and a few old men and women who were older and had difficulty walking. Their dresses were between fashionable and ordinary, and they were obviously villagers near the city.

Song Jiahao's vision of people is not absolute. But this time, he is sure that he has read it right.

Because, in the front position in the crowd, two middle-aged women stood.

He knew these two women and were Yang Kongshan's family.

They were obviously a little afraid of Song Jiahao and stood in the crowd without saying anything.

A strong man in a blue cloth top stood in front. His bare head was covered in sweat and oil. He rolled up his sleeves, raised his strong arms, pointed at Song Jiahao's face, and asked in his local dialect without hesitation: "Where are you leaders of this hospital?"

Song Jiahao nodded: "I am the dean."

He probably understood why these people appeared here.

Sure enough, the man's next words confirmed what Song Jiahao thought: "My brother is sick and sent to your hospital. As a result, the person is gone now. Can you tell me about this?"

Song Jiahao sighed in his heart. His expression became serious on his face, and his tone did not change much: "What do you say? Who are you? Who are your brother?"

He made up his mind and refused to admit it.

What a joke, Yang Kongshan is already dead, even his body is eaten completely by Chen Po and Qian Guangsheng, and his brain is also sliced ​​by himself.

What's more, Yang Kongshan's situation was very dangerous at that time and could mutate at any time.

Liu Tianming is right: Instead of waiting for Yang Kongshan to become a zombie and threatening the lives of more people, it is better to solve him as soon as possible.

The man met Song Jiahao's gaze in anger: "You should pretend to be stupid when I was sent to the hospital? My brother was sent to the hospital and many people saw it. The doctors and nurses in your hospital knew about this. You were locked up in the ward and said that you had to go through the hospitalization procedures and asked my brother and wife to go home to get things. As a result, when you came back in the evening, you couldn't find someone. Tell me, if you don't look for this kind of thing, which one should you find?"

Song Jiahao put his hands in his white coat's pocket, and his voice was cold: "Looking for missing patients? This is not the management function of our hospital. If you find the wrong person, you should go to the police."

The man was about to open his mouth and talk when an old woman wrapped in a veil next to him suddenly howled: "I don't care. Looking for a policeman like that? If someone is missing in your hospital, you will find your hospital even if something happens. Anyway, you have to see someone alive and see the body alive. Your hospital must give us an explanation."

The crowds crowded at the door of the office suddenly started to scream like boiling water.

"Yes, the hospital must be responsible."

"Where did you get beaten by Yang Kongshan? I'll hand it over now."

"Damn it, it must be that the treatment was inappropriate that day. Seeing that Yang Kongshan died, he wanted to shirk responsibility, so when Lao Yang's wife was not there, he was transferred away by the body. He called the hospital to compensate, and asked the hospital to pay the money!"

Roars echoed in the corridors, and staff from various offices walked out one after another. Their faces were full of curiosity, disgust, anger, and gloating.

Song Jiahao didn't say anything and kept watching.

He suddenly realized that things were probably not as simple as he imagined.

The villagers have always had the habit of raising groups, and there is no mistake in struggling for Yang Kongshan.

But why did they find themselves here?

You know, I am the dean.

Not everyone can come in easily in places like administrative buildings. The hospital has its own rules and regulations. Even if something happens, it needs to start from below and report it step by step.

It is not uncommon for medical trouble. Under normal circumstances, the patient's family will only go to the outpatient clinic or the inpatient department to find a doctor on duty, a nurse, and then make a noise.

But these people were very strange in their movements, and they actually found themselves directly. Moreover, they had heard the footsteps and movements outside before, and they had never knocked on the door of any other office along the way. Only when they got here, they started to pick up their fists and smash them around.

There is no sign "Dean's Office" hanging outside this office. How did they know that I am the hospital leader?

Unless, someone gives a way.

By the way, there is another thing - why didn't the hospital security guards stop these villagers when they came in through the gate? Why didn't they call themselves to report the situation? What exactly were those security guards doing?

Song Jiahao raised his head and looked into the corridor behind the crowd from afar.

The sharp eyes searched around, and the focus of the gaze kept shifting from familiar or unfamiliar faces.

Soon, near the wall near the elevator, he saw a dodging shadow.

It's He Dashan.

He hid there, half of his body poked out from behind the wall, and watched carefully.

Although he was very careful and there were many people standing in front to cover it, Song Jiahao still saw the dark big block on his head and the obscene face mixed with an evil sneer.

The chaos at the office door continued.

"The hospital must give us an explanation."

"Yang Kongshan cannot die in vain, the hospital must be responsible for it."

"If the hospital doesn't pay, we will block the door. No one wants to come in or go out. Anyway, if you don't see anyone, you will be dead. Call back and ask the villagers to buy wreaths and bring the coffin to come. Then open a mourning hall in the hospital hall, making things worse!"

The person who shouted the most was an old man with white hair. He was shaking with a crutch and walking. Perhaps because of his excitement, his wrinkled face turned red, his chest was undulating, and he made a breathing sound like a bellows.

Song Jiahao swept across these people with a disgusting gaze, and his gaze focused on the two middle-aged women who were silent, and said lightly: "You two come in with me, it's too messy outside. Come in and talk."

Song Jiahao had already seen the situation clearly. Most people actually came here to make trouble. The real victim stood by and didn't say anything. Speaking of which, it was actually a feature of medical trouble. Everyone followed suit, and everyone wanted to make a fortune from the dead.

The half-dead old man was the first to shout and object: "No, if you want to talk, just talk here, we all have to listen."

Song Jiahao was not afraid of such threats at all. He hugged his hands horizontally in front of his chest and sneered: "Okay! I don't care. I'll call the police now and let the police come over to deal with it."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

The man in the lead discussed with the old man, turned around, his eyes flashed with a cunning gaze, and said righteously: "Yang Kongshan is my brother, I must help my brother and wife solve this matter. Since you have to have a good talk, I can go in with them."

Three people are always easier to talk to than a large group of people.
Chapter completed!