Looking at Zheng Qian's gloomy and cold face, Song Ji was just about to escape, but Zheng Qian directly stepped on the latter's wrist.

A clear sound of bone cracking sounded, and Song Ji suddenly let out a sound like killing a pig.

"You let go of me!"

Song Ji shouted loudly.

Zheng Qian's brows furrowed, "You should know what I stepped on you, right?"

Song Ji still wanted to quibble, and shouted in his mouth: "How do I know, I treat them all according to the price set by the price bureau, and there is not a single penny overcharged, you can check it yourself!"

"Check?" Zheng Qian sneered, pulled out a list from his hand, and said: "Take 10,000 steps back and say, the little girl is really an early stage of bowel cancer, but the imported drugs you have here are all for Parkinson's disease, and they have a hairy relationship with bowel cancer?

That Song Ji was stunned all of a sudden, this kid can actually understand? I have already investigated, this migrant worker is a foreigner, he has no relatives in the local area at all, and his education level is only elementary school, this kind of flower character is impossible to know, it is precisely because of this that he chose him to start.

"Also, the little girl is obviously just an ordinary viral enteritis, but you were diagnosed with bowel cancer, how did you get your doctor's certificate? The street certificate costs five yuan a piece?" Zheng Qian was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched, this kind of garbage ruined the reputation of the doctor team, making the doctor-patient relationship increasingly tense, a grain of mouse feces spoiled a pot of soup, and the atmosphere of a hospital is difficult to get better because of a miracle doctor, but it is easy to get bad because of a grain of mouse feces.

Zheng Qian turned his head, ordinary enteritis, if the infusion was a few days, the little girl would be able to be discharged from the hospital soon, but now she has to stay in the hospital for more than half a year, and her body has been tortured, and because the enteritis has not been effectively treated for a long time, it has caused irreversible damage to the little girl's body.

At a young age, looking at the dense bruised little needle eye on her arm, Zheng Gan's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

His feet were straining, and Song Ji grinned in pain, "Ahh......hh It hurts, it hurts, you spare me, I know it's wrong!"

"Do you know it's wrong?" Zheng Qian said coldly, "What if this is your daughter?"

The man also seemed to realize something at the moment, and stood aside and watched.

The other security guards naturally knew the situation and didn't say a word.

"Damn, you kind of scumbag, you should be cut off from children and grandchildren, there is no way to have a daughter!" Zheng Qian shouted loudly, and at the same time, the power on his feet exploded rapidly, and Song Ji's wrist was actually stepped into the cement by Zheng Gan and suffered a comminuted fracture, even if it can be cured, he can only barely cope with life in this life, if he doesn't teach him a lesson, I'm afraid he won't remember it in his life.

After sitting on these, Zheng Qian looked at the little girl, and felt a pain in his heart, at such a young age, in this more than half a year of treatment, I don't know how much suffering I have to endure, the wrist that is densely covered with bruised needles looks shocking, even an adult can hardly bear this kind of torture.

"You put these documents away, and I will help you get justice!" Zheng Qian's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, and he said in a deep voice.

The man opened his mouth and looked at Song Ji, wanting to say something, but he never said it, but there was a deep worry in his eyes.

Zheng Qian knew what the man was worried about, after all, he was just a farmer, and he came from other places, if he did this, it would be bad if he was retaliated against in the future, he didn't care, but his daughter was still young......

"Don't worry, he doesn't dare to bully you, what can migrant workers do? My father is also a farmer, and living with his own hands is always 10,000 times better than some black-hearted scum!"

Zheng Qian's words were sonorous and powerful, and they landed soundly.

The little girl stared at Zheng Qian with big eyes, and her little face was full of confusion.

"Thank you for that!" The man cried all of a sudden, and was about to kneel down for Zheng Gan, but was stopped by Zheng Gan.

The little girl also glanced at Zheng Qian, and then said, "Big brother, thank you!"

Zheng Qian smiled reluctantly, but he was a little bitter in his heart, the little girl's body had already been checked when he snatched it from Song Ji's hand for the first time before, and the damage in the body had already been caused that was difficult to repair, even if he treated it, it would be difficult for the little girl to fully recover in a short period of time.

"That's it, I'll give you a prescription in a while, and when you go back, remember to boil the medicine well, once a day for three months, once a year after three months, once a week, once a year later, once a month for three years!" Zheng Qian asked.

The man nodded hurriedly, and the little girl also showed a happy smile at Zheng Gan, although she didn't understand anything, but the nature of a child could make her sense that Zheng Qian was sincere and kind to her.

Just as Zheng Qian was about to write, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man rushed in at once, shouting loudly: "Who dares to make trouble in my hospital?"

Several of Song Ji's henchmen and security guards suddenly looked happy, this vice president is here, and now Director Song is saved.

Song Ji, who was about to faint in pain, was overjoyed when he heard the voice, and hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted, "Vice Dean, help me, you want to save me!"

Song Rong's brows furrowed, according to the seniority, this Song Ji is still his uncle, some small means of usual, because he is the vice president, the hospital is also blind to one eye, but he often walks by the river, how can he not wet his shoes, now it is his own bad luck.

"Boy, you were the one who beat people, right?" Song Rong looked at Zheng Qian and said coldly.

Zheng Gan's face did not have the slightest fear, it was full of calmness, he was just about to open his mouth, but the man stood up all of a sudden, "It's not him, it's me, I did it just now!"

Zheng Gan's heart suddenly warmed, at least at the critical moment, this man was still quite bloody, he stepped forward and blocked in front of the man, "What if it's me?" Otherwise, let's settle the score, I want to see how your hospital fools those illiterate migrant workers, how you treat ordinary glucose water as an imported medicine for 1,000 3 injections, I still want to see how you treat viral enteritis as early bowel cancer, and I also want to see how such garbage can become a butcher in white clothes wearing this white coat!"

Zheng Qian's words can be described as sonorous and loud.

Song Rong suddenly had nothing to say, and finally became angry, "Come on, tell me about the murderer and arrest him!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from the door, "Stop, I see who dares to do it!" Song Rong, what's the matter? Graduated from under my hands, picked up the scalpel and didn't start saving people, but began to learn to cut people?"