Yan Murong did not take the elevator, but ran all the way down the stairs to the Chinese medicine department.

When Yan Murong came to the floor where the Chinese medicine department was located, he was also taken aback by the scene in front of him.

The entire TCM department was almost full of people, as many as one or two hundred, and there were various discussions in the crowd from time to time.

"Hey, old man, I think we should leave, you see, the news just reported on this hospital yesterday, and there was an accident today, I always feel that this place is not good."

"How can someone die? Can Chinese medicine really eat the dead? ”

"I don't know, let's take a look, I heard that the police were called, wait and see what the police will say when they come."

The more Yan Murong listened, the tighter his brows wrinkled, and he walked over quickly, squeezing through the crowd to the door of the office of the Chinese medicine department, only to find that a woman with a white cloth on her head was kneeling at the door of the office, and a man in his forties was lying on the ground next to him.

The woman didn't say a word, just knelt there and wiped her tears, while the man was obviously out of breath.

"Girl, look, don't you let the hospital carry people away first, it's not a way to put it in this way." An old lady standing in front looked at the woman and said.

"No, no one can touch my husband." The woman cried out like an old hen guarding her chicks. "The hospital has killed people, this hospital has killed people, and Chinese medicine has also killed people, if they don't give me an explanation, even if I go bankrupt, I will sue them."

The woman blocked the door of the office and cried, and the group of doctors inside were also full of helplessness. The two directors were even more anxious, and they didn't dare to come forward to speak. Hua Cuo sat there with an indifferent face, his eyes glancing at the woman from time to time.

"What's going on?" Yan Murong stood up and asked the woman kneeling on the ground.

The woman glanced up at Yan Murong, then lowered her head again, refusing to say a word.

"What's going on?" Yan Murong shouted at the flower in the office.

"I don't know." Hua Cuo stood up and said with an innocent face. "This woman came here with a man early in the morning, saying that there was a problem with the medicine prescribed to his man during our free clinic yesterday, and I touched his pulse, except for his bad face, I didn't find any problems with his body, but as soon as he went out, the man just lay there, and you saw what happened later."

Have you ever been to the free clinic? Yan Murong felt a slight difference in his heart, in this way, things were really difficult to handle.

There were a lot of people who came to the free clinic yesterday. There are so many people, except that Yan Murong is male or female, he doesn't remember the other party's appearance at all, and he doesn't know who prescribed him medicine at that time.

"Does anyone remember who showed him yesterday?" Yan Murong looked at the group of people in the office and asked.

"I don't know."

"I don't remember."

"There are so many people, how can you remember it."

Everyone in the office was shaking their heads, saying that no one remembered.

"Hua Wrong, what's the situation with him?" Yan Murong looked at Hua and asked.

"Heart problems." Hua said wrongly. "It's coronary heart disease."

"Coronary heart disease?" Yan Murong thought for a moment and asked. "What kind of medicine will you prescribe for coronary heart disease?"

"What else can there be, salvia or ginkgo biloba, which can help invigorate blood." Hua said wrongly. "Originally, I also wanted to see the prescription, but it seems that there was no prescription at all yesterday, and those who need to catch the medicine are directly grabbed the medicine."

Hearing Hua Wrong's words, Yan Murong sighed secretly. This is indeed his negligence.

"Eldest sister, can I check your husband's body?" Yan Murong squatted down, looked at the woman and asked.

He now suspects that this man's death is likely to be premeditated by someone to frame Renhe Hospital, otherwise why didn't he die sooner or later, and had to wait for Hua Cuo to finish touching his pulse, and then die at the door of the office of the Chinese medicine department?

"Who are you?" The woman protected the man's body and looked at Yan Murong with a wary expression. "Don't you want to do anything, you have to give me an explanation, people died after taking the medicine from your hospital, if you don't admit it, I will sue you."

"Eldest sister, I am the director of this hospital." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You can't assume that your husband died because of our medicine before the outcome of the matter, right? And I'm also a doctor, so I just want to do a physical examination of your husband to find out how he died. ”

"You doubt me?" The woman's face was furious. "What do you suspect of me? My husband was fine yesterday, but he died because of your medicine, do you suspect that I killed my own husband? ”

After speaking, the woman began to cry, crying and scolding Yan Murong and the people in the office.

Yan Murong frowned and said suddenly. "I just doubt you."

As soon as Yan Murong said this, the scene suddenly fell silent. The woman stopped crying, and the crowd of onlookers around her were stunned.

Is this young man the dean? Many people are thinking, even if he is the dean, how can he say such a thing? Other people's husbands are dead, and he still suspects that others killed their husbands, isn't this a clear attempt to shirk responsibility?

After being quiet for a while, many people began to accuse Yan Murong.

"What are you talking about, although she spoke a little ugly, but her husbands are dead, and the deceased is great, you are shirking your responsibility."

"Yes, this person is too immoral, I was watching TV yesterday, and I thought how powerful Chinese medicine was, but it turned out to be a guy in white clothes and a black heart."

"That's it, what kind of doctor should such a person be?"

Listening to the accusations of the crowd, Yan Murong's brows became tighter and tighter, but he didn't say a word, just stared at the woman. He always felt that there was something wrong with this woman.

"Be quiet." Yan Murong suddenly shouted loudly, which made everyone stunned for a moment.

Then, I listened to Yan Murong say. "As I said, until there is no result, all the conclusions are not valid, so what's wrong with me checking the physical condition of the deceased? Don't you think there's something wrong with this woman? ”

"What's wrong with me? What questions can I have? Hearing Yan Murong's words, the woman immediately screamed. My husband died because of you, what's wrong with me not letting you touch him? Who knows if you'll get your hands dirty. ”

Without waiting for Yan Murong to speak, there was a shout from behind the crowd, and after listening carefully, Yan Murong knew that it was because the police came.

"Alright, now the police are here." Yan Murong laughed. "Then let's let the police deal with it. I think that when the time comes, I will check him under the supervision of the police, and I will not do anything. ”

Hearing Yan Murong's words, a nervous expression suddenly flashed on the woman's tear-stained face, although it was fleeting, it was still seen by Yan Murong.

After looking at the woman again, Yan Murong laughed. Now, he finally figured out what was wrong with this woman.