Sun Desheng closed the bedroom door and told Che Qianzi the contents of the letter. Then, while checking Gui Bugui's bedside table, he said, "All of us are so old, and we still play the trick of children... It's not that I said, I'm afraid there is a one in Wanli. Brother, you said that if Gui Bugui really plays himself in. Then Director Wu settles the account on us again - no, after this matter is over, we two will go back immediately, so we can't delay our efforts here..."

"Fatty, do you think Guigui isn't there? It's impossible. He has lived for so long. He has been reincarnated for a long time. We haven't seen that old guy before. There are people in the world who can hold him, but those few people are not here..."

Halfway through Che Qianzi's speech, he suddenly found something under Gui Bugui's pillow. He reached into the pillowcase, and then took out a small note of paper with a string of local numbers from the capital...

After seeing the phone number, Che Qianzi smiled bitterly, handed the note with the number to Sun Desheng, and said, "Fatty, maybe you are thinking too much. It's not that old guy wants to play with himself, it's the two of us who are trying to... He left the number here, just let you and me check it? Should we pretend we didn't see anything and let Faigu bring Bai Wuqiu in and search it again?"

Sun Desheng took the note, glanced at the phone number, and smiled and said, "Do you think that old guy can't calculate this? Didn't I say that since he drew the way, it would be a problem for us brothers to not follow the way he drew..."

While talking, Sun Desheng sat on the bed and dialed the number directly using the phone at the head of the bed.

A moment later, the phone was answered. Before Sun Desheng could speak, a fierce voice came from the phone: "You are finally willing to call? Did the person named Gui save him? Was he sent to the municipal hospital for rescue? If he had a few things and Gui Bugui wanted to talk to him, what would you do if you asked me to ask you..."

Halfway through the conversation, the person on the phone suddenly reacted, and his voice became alert. He said, "Is it Chai Laohu? You say something... Are you Chai Laohu? Who are you? Talk! Tell me quickly..."

Sun Desheng then spoke and said, "I am from the emergency room of the municipal hospital. I just admitted a patient. The person who sent him gave you a phone call and said that you have something to do... Now the patient is going to issue a notice of critical illness. We need to know the patient's name, age, whether he has a serious illness history, and what kind of drug allergy. Also, it costs 35 yuan for medical expenses and medical expenses. Come and deal with this quickly..."

While talking, Fat Sun blinked at the front of the car. The little Taoist priest understood it and shouted at the top of his throat: "The patient has no heartbeat anymore, and he will immediately defibrillate... The first electric shock, the second electric shock, the beginning..."

While talking, Che Qianzi began to slap the bed sheets at the rhythm of his own words. He also made a little electric arc from time to time, deliberately creating a burst of sizzling electric sounds. It sounded like he had really arrived at the emergency ward and was rescuing patients...

The person on the phone was obviously scared. After a while, he spoke, "Does he still have to save him? Doctor! This person must be saved... Money is not a problem, I will send medical expenses now... The doctor must save him. No one can survive if he dies..."

Hearing the voice of this person, Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi exchanged glances. At this time, the little Taoist priest said again: "The patient has heartbeat and blood pressure... Now when he is sent to the surgery - Dr. Sun, you ask the family to bring more money, and there may be two or three surgeries. A few dozen yuan is definitely not enough..."

Sun Desheng grimaced at Che Qianzi, and then he said again: "Family, bring the money here quickly. I'm waiting for you at the charging window of the emergency department of the Municipal People's Hospital. After you arrive, I'll take you to the surgery department to pay. Remember, you must be quick! The surgery is not our emergency room, and without the signature of the family, the operation cannot be carried out..."

Before Sun Desheng finished speaking, he heard the yelling voice of the man just now coming from the phone: "Lao Qi! Take all the money from your family, I'll go to the emergency room of the Municipal People's Hospital to pay the money... I'm really convinced you, and I'll settle the score with you when I come back..."

Then, the phone was already hung up on the other end of the phone. Sun Desheng immediately hung up the phone to the polling bureau and asked the person on duty in the bureau to go to the emergency department of the Municipal People's Hospital to find a patient who had just been sent to the hospital. The patient was named Guishen, and was detained together with the family members of the patient...

After the arrangements were made here, Sun Desheng blinked his eyes, glanced at the car in front of him, and said, "Brother, don't wait, let the matter be done last night first and arrest all the suspicious people in the video. After waiting for Guidou to come back, let the old guy decide what to do..."

Che Qianzi said, "Not waiting for the hospital matter? Fatty, why do I feel so messy? It seems that the wave of rectification last night was not the same as the people on the phone just now..."

"But it's not a group of people..." Sun Desheng grimaced and then continued, "Brother, my brother has long wanted to tell you about this... The old guy came from the other end of the earth from afar. If you want to say it's just to look at you, that old guy is so idle and uncomfortable...
Chapter completed!