Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that the system had just asked him to drink mung bean soup instead of millet porridge, so he asked Dean Li, "May I ask if Zheng Bufan drank millet porridge tonight?"

"That's right. Dean Li nodded firmly: "We concluded that someone poisoned his millet porridge, because he hadn't touched any other food." ”

Zhang Yang suddenly realized that the suggestion of the system just now saved his life.

"Strange, Mr. Zhang, how do you know?" Dean Li suddenly frowned, and couldn't help but suspect Zhang Yang. 、

Noticing Dean Li's eyes, An Rou thought for a moment, and said to Dean Li, "Dean, I have something I want to tell you......"

"What's the matter?" Dean Li was still staring at Zhang Yang, hoping to see some clues from his eyes.

"In fact, the dinner I brought to Brother Yang tonight was millet porridge, and after getting on the elevator, Brother Yang called and said that he wanted to drink mung bean soup, and it happened that Sister Ting was also in an elevator with me, and she exchanged dinner with me after she knew, saying that Zheng Bufan didn't eat it, and his father would bring him a big meal from outside the hospital. ”

"At first, I thought it was a little inappropriate, but Sister Ting said it didn't matter, so I agreed......" Looking at Dean Li's more and more solemn expression, An Rou's voice became smaller and smaller.

Zhang Yang glanced at An Rou and asked, "Xiao Rou, according to what you mean, someone wanted to poison my dinner, but you accidentally changed my dinner with Zheng Bufan's dinner, and as a result, Zheng Bufan was poisoned to death?"

An Rou was too scared to speak at the moment, so she just nodded curtly.

"An Rou, can you guarantee that what you said is true?" Dean Li's expression suddenly became serious.

"What I said is true!" An Rou's voice was small, but her tone was very firm.

Zhang Yang glanced at An Rou, thought for a moment, and said lightly: "I said why Zheng Qian rushed directly into my ward just now and said that he wanted me to pay for my life, I guess he poisoned me, but I accidentally poisoned my son to death, and thought that I designed to give away the dinner." ”

Dean Li listened to Zhang Yang's speculation, and suddenly realized, and at the same time, his expression was much more relaxed.

"Go out first. Dean Li said to the security guards around him: "Remember, don't mention what you say here tonight to anyone, otherwise beware of your jobs!"

"Yes!" the security guards saluted, then immediately walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Anrou, you also go out ......"

She stayed. Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and blocked An Rou who was about to leave with an expressionless face.

Dean Li glanced at An Rou silently, but didn't say anything more.

"Mr. Zhang. Dean Li took the initiative to walk in front of Zhang Yang, shook hands with him with a smile: "I have heard about your deeds, to be honest, you have done a great thing for the people of Donghai City! If you want me to say, what Zheng Bufan and the three bastards of Donghai, they all deserve it, and it is not a pity to die! Of course, you don't want to say this to others......

Looking at Dean Li's flattery, Zhang Yang frowned, withdrew his hand, and asked, "Dean Li, it's okay if you have anything to say." ”

"Good. Dean Li clapped his hands with a smile and said, "After listening to your analysis just now, I also think that the matter is consistent with what you said, Zheng Bufan was poisoned by his father." If you really want to investigate thoroughly, you will definitely find out Zheng Gan's head in the end, and for this reason, Zheng Qian will definitely choose to settle the matter and avoid trouble, so I hope Mr. Zhang, you will not pursue this matter either. ”

"Why?" Zhang Yang said indifferently.

"That's right, there has been a case of a patient being poisoned in our hospital before, although that person is also a prisoner, but the impact is too bad, if this matter is not handled well, I'm afraid I will take the blame and resign, so I hope Mr. Zhang can not pursue this matter, and it can be regarded as giving me a way to live." Dean Li's posture was extremely humble, and it was obvious that he cared deeply about his title as dean.

"Don't pursue it?" Zhang Yang smiled faintly and said deliberately: "If I don't pursue it, Zheng Qian will definitely rely on my head for Zheng Bufan's death, and he will definitely keep making trouble for me, what are you going me to do?"

"This ......" Dean Li was also a little embarrassed after hearing Zhang Yang's words, but he still didn't plan to give up, and stood in place silently thinking about other methods.

Zhang Yang silently stared at Dean Li's eyes, and at a glance, he knew that this old guy was a shrewd old fox, and he must have done a lot of things to enrich his pockets.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yang suddenly smiled and said, "That's it, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't leave a way for others to live, I'll sell you your personal favor and agree to your request." ”

Dean Li was overjoyed and was about to thank Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang continued: "But I have a small condition. ”

"You say, you say!" Dean Li hurriedly asked.

"If I help you, I will put myself in danger, Zheng Qian's old guy may use some more vicious tricks to deal with me, for this reason, I may have to go to other places to avoid the limelight and avoid killing myself, so you have to give me a sum of money to let me run away, we don't know each other, I can't help you in vain." Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he said to Dean Li with a smile.

"That's easy to say, it should be, how much do you want?" Dean Li agreed to Zhang Yang's request without thinking about it, money is not a problem, as long as he is still sitting in the position of this dean, are you afraid that there will be no way to make money.

Zhang Yang carefully looked at Dean Li in front of him, he was fifty years old, with a big belly, thinning hair, and a shiny face, saying that he was the president of Donghai People's Hospital, but in fact, he was more like a middle-aged nouveau riche.

Looking at Dean Li's appearance, it is estimated that he must have made a lot of money after being a dean for so many years.

"I want 200,000!" Zhang Yang felt that he was already a lion's mouth.

"Okay, no problem, I'll transfer the money to your account!" Dean Li agreed to Zhang Yang without blinking, and hurriedly asked him for the name of the bank account as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

"Damn! It's going to be less!" Seeing that Dean Li was so happy, Zhang Yang immediately regretted why he didn't ask for more, looking at his happy appearance, it is estimated that he can't get it if he asks him for two million.

"Alas, sure enough, poverty limits my imagination, and in a metropolis like Tokai City, 200,000 yuan is not worth mentioning to those who are rich. But the words had already been spoken, and Zhang Yang couldn't regret it, so he had to nod in annoyance and tell Dean Li about his bank account, and after a while, Zhang Yang received a text message prompting that 200,000 yuan had entered his bank account.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, we can be regarded as making friends, if you encounter any trouble in the future, just ask, I can help you define it!" With that, Dean Li left Zhang Yang's ward with a smile on his face.

Chapter 146: Rich and Oily

It didn't take much effort to get 200,000, which is indeed something to celebrate, the only fly in the ointment is that it is less. However, more than 20 years of experience in eating soil made Zhang Yang understand the truth of contentment, and he was only depressed for a short time before he regained his strength.

"Ha, Xiaorou, looking at your dean's big belly, I guessed that this old guy must be greedy for money......"

Zhang Yang turned his head with a smile, but found An Rou sitting on the hospital bed crying, the appearance of pear blossoms with rain was really distressing.

"Xiaorou, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yang walked quickly to An Rou's side, sat down, and asked.

"Brother Yang, I killed me again......" As soon as An Rou finished saying this, she couldn't suppress the self-blame in her heart and cried loudly.

Zhang Yang sighed lightly, hugged An Rou in his arms, gently wiped away her tears, and smiled: "Xiaorou, it's not your fault, it was Zheng Qian who killed his son, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"But that bowl of millet porridge is really what I want to exchange with Sister Ting!" An Rou said while crying.

"But you didn't know in advance, right, there is an old saying, those who don't know are not guilty, and if you don't change the dinner, I'm afraid that the one who died will be me, Xiaorou, you saved my life!" Zhang Yang smiled and comforted.

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, An Rou finally stopped crying slowly, and looked at Zhang Yang who was holding her pitifully.

"Listen, Xiaorou, you didn't kill anyone, you saved my life, you know?" Zhang Yang looked at An Rou in his arms with a look of pity, gently stroked her little head, and comforted.

"Well, I know, thank you Brother Yang!" An Rou took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, stopped crying, and nodded heavily.

In this way, the two quietly enjoyed the warmth of the moment.

"Brother Yang, something hard has hit me......" An Rou suddenly felt a little uncomfortable under her.

Zhang Yang was shocked, and hurriedly let go of An Rou, smiled, and lifted his pants intentionally or unintentionally: "Damn, it's embarrassing." ”

After sitting in Zhang Yang's arms for so long, An Rou's face flushed, and both of them stayed in place for a while, not knowing what to say.

"That's right, Xiaorou. Zhang Yang was the first to break the silence: "What is your bank account?"

An Rou tilted her head slightly: "Brother Yang, why do you want my bank account?"

"Oh, you listen to me, just give it to me. Zhang Yang smiled and said with a relaxed face.

An Rou nodded obediently, took out her mobile phone, and told Zhang Yang about her bank account.

After a while, An Rou received a text message prompting that the bank account received a remittance of 200,000 yuan.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing here?" An Rou was a little angry when she saw the remittance details.

"Isn't your mother's health not very good all the time, besides, you have helped me twice, I owe you a lot of favors, you can take this money and give your mother to condition and condition her body. Zhang Yang smiled generously and motioned for An Rou to accept the money.

"No, I can't ask for Brother Yang's money, this is your money, I'll pay you back. "After that, An Rou will transfer the 200,000 yuan to Zhang Yang again.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang hurriedly snatched An Rou's mobile phone, frowned slightly, and pretended to be angry: "Are you unwilling to accept this money, do you treat me as an outsider?"

"No!" An Rou hurriedly shook her head and explained continuously: "Brother Yang, didn't you say that you have to rely on this money to avoid the limelight, and I also regard Brother Yang as a ...... Friends are willing to help you, and there is absolutely no intention of taking you for payment!"

After listening to An Rou's words, Zhang Yang suddenly laughed: "I'm fooling that Dean Li, I don't plan to run away, Zheng Qian, if he wants to find trouble with me, let him come over, I'm not afraid of him, and as soon as I look at this Dean Li, I know that he must have fished a lot of oil and water from the hospital, and he has asked me again, we just take what we need, so I got 200,000 yuan from him, but it's a pity, I should ask for more, he must be rich!"

"But Brother Yang, this is your money, I can't ......"

Without waiting for An Rou to finish speaking, Zhang Yang put his hands on her shoulders and said with a straight face: "An Rou, do you believe me?"

An Rou was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Brother Yang, I believe everything you say, I know you won't lie to me." ”

Zhang Yang nodded and said with a smile: "Listen, I'm a broom star, unlucky to be with me all the time, I got 200,000 yuan this time, this is good luck, if I keep this money, I will definitely be unlucky, maybe next time I will really be hit by a car and die......"

"Brother Yang, don't talk nonsense!" An Rou hurriedly blocked Zhang Yang's mouth to prevent him from saying frustrating words.

Zhang Yan smiled, took An Rou's hand, and said with a smile: "So, if you really want to help me and don't want to see me unlucky, just accept this money." ”

Looking at the sincerity on Zhang Yang's face, An Rou bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Well, thank you Brother Yang...... I don't even know how to repay you for helping me like this......"

"Ha, if you really want to help me, go back and pinch my feet again, remember to be hard!" Zhang Yang said with a wicked smile.

Zhang Yang talked and laughed happily with An Rou in the ward, but outside Zheng Qian was not as elegant as Zhang Yang.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected, Zheng Gan gave up investigating the matter and chose to settle the matter, and Dean Li also tacitly expressed his condolences to Zheng Gan and gave corresponding compensation, so as not to mention the matter again, so as not to cause more trouble.

Subsequently, Zheng Qian sent someone to bring Zheng Bufan's body back, and he would rather let his son die completely than let those doctors operate on him.

After transporting Zheng Bufan's coffin home, it was almost late at night, and after Zheng Qian asked people to place his son's coffin in his bedroom, he drove everyone out and stayed in front of Zheng Bufan's coffin, silent.

I don't know how long later, a crisp mobile phone ringtone came from the quiet and cool room.

"Hey, who is it?" said Zheng Qian indifferently.

"Mr. Zheng, we have heard about your son, please mourn. ”

Hearing this voice, Zheng Qian couldn't help frowning: "Wang Weiqiang, what do you want to do?"

"Mr. Zheng, I have no malicious intent, my purpose is the same as yours, which is to make Zhang Yang pay the price. Wang Weiqiang did not beat around the bush at all, and simply said neatly.

As soon as he heard Zhang Yang's name, Zheng Qian couldn't help but clench his fists, all he was thinking about now was avenging Zheng Bufan: "What can you do?"