"Zheng Wuming!"

When Yan Murong ran out, it didn't take long for him to catch up with Zheng Wuming, who had not gone far, and directly stopped him with a loud voice.

"Huh?" Hearing someone calling him, Zheng Wuming turned around, and then, he saw Yan Murong running towards him with a menacing face.

"Are you okay?"

"What am I going to do when I'm okay? Sending you? Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming coldly and asked in a cold tone. Did you do the hospital? ”

"Hospital? What hospital? Zheng Wuming was a little inexplicable by Yan Murong's words - he was only thinking about how to live during this time, and how could he have spare time to think about other things.

"You didn't do it?"

Seeing the confusion in Zheng Wuming's eyes, Yan Murong already knew that this matter was related to his martial arts hall, but he still told him about it. Soon, Zheng Wuming's expression became solemn.

"Yan Murong, although I am Zheng Wuming is a hypocritical person in your eyes, I am not a person who dares to be a person."

"It's better to say than to sing." Yan Murong snorted coldly and said. "Since you didn't do it, then you are responsible for helping me find out who did it."

"Why?" Zheng Wuming said. "I don't owe you anything."

"You don't owe me anything." Yan Murong smiled and said. "But if I want you to owe me something, you have to owe me something—see where this is, and what do you think will happen to you if I shout for help?"

This bastard, bad bubbling. Zheng Wuming thought viciously in his heart.

However, he had to admit that Yan Murong was telling the truth, even if he wouldn't kill him, it was still okay to beat him for not being able to take care of himself.

"Give me five minutes." Zheng Wuming stared at Yan Murong for a few seconds, then sighed secretly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and made a call to go out.

Sure enough, after five minutes, Zheng Wuming's mobile phone rang, he picked up the phone, just lightly "um" a few times, hung up directly, raised his head, looked at Yan Murong and said. "It's St. Mary's Hospital who poached people, and their director is called Zhen Cheng, and that's all I found."

"That's all?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming suspiciously.

"That's all." Zheng Wuming shook his head.

"Alright, let's go." Yan Murong waved his hand, and chased Zheng Wuming like a dog, and then walked back without looking back. Leaving Zheng Wuming standing in place, his face was angry.

At Hong Kong International Airport, a Gulfstream luxury business jet slowly drove into the tarmac, the plane came to a standstill, the stairs were lowered, and Yan Murong walked out of the plane.

Under the plane, two Mercedes-Benzes and an extended Lincoln were parked there, and Duan Zixuan stood there under the protection of several suit-clad bodyguards, looking at Yan Murong with a smile on his face.

"Why are you here?" Yan Murong walked over quickly, looked at Duan Zixuan and asked.

"If I don't come, who else can come?" Duan Zixuan said with a smile. "Let's go, get in the car, let's go eat first, talk while eating."

The two got into the extended Lincoln, Yan Murong leaned back on the comfortable leather seat, looked at Duan Zixuan and asked. "What is St. Mary's Hospital?"

"Oh? You know it all? Duan Zixuan was slightly surprised. I also found it a few minutes ago. ”

"Tell me about the origin of this hospital." Yan Murong smiled. "Why does this name sound like a church?"

"Pretty much." Duan Zixuan said. "St. Mary's Hospital used to be a church hospital, and before the return, this hospital was opened by the British and sold to a Chinese a few years ago."

"Zhen Cheng?" Yan Murong asked.

"You know all about it and still ask me?" Duan Zixuan smiled bitterly. "You're better informed than I am."

"I only know the name, I don't know the specifics yet." Yan Murong shook his head and asked. "What is this Zhen Cheng doing?"

"What the hell?" Duan Zixuan scoffed. "Fifty-eight years old, British Chinese, used to be a doctor at Wellington Hospital in the United Kingdom, and was very good at cardiac surgery, and returned to China eight years ago, and I don't know where the money came to buy St. Mary's Hospital."

"Do you suspect there's someone behind him?" Yan Murong asked.

"Not a suspicion." Duan Zixuan said affirmatively. "There must be someone -- Europe is different from China, in Europe, being a doctor, a lawyer or something, is better than the treatment of our civil servants, and Wellington Hospital is the best and largest hospital in the whole of England, and even in the whole of Europe, think about it, why does he not do such a good job, and have to run back to start a new business on his own? - He has been working at Wellington Hospital for almost 20 years, and even if he had money, he couldn't buy a hospital, right? ”

"Didn't find it?" Yan Murong asked.

"Nope." Duan Zixuan shook his head. "I found someone to check, and the legal person of this hospital is him."

"It doesn't mean anything." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Didn't you check anything else?"

"Checked." Duan Zixuan said. "We are all listening to his phone records this day, from nine o'clock in the morning to now, almost twelve hours, this guy's phone calls are pitiful, there are only three before and after, two of them are his wife called to ask him if he can go back to eat, and the other is the vice president of the hospital called him to ask for sick leave."

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting." Yan Murong chuckled. "Isn't that a suspicion?"

"What's the doubt?" Duan Zixuan asked strangely.

"There are few calls." Yan Murong explained. "What do you think it means that in his current capacity, he has only received one phone call in nearly twelve hours? - Either his hospital is going bankrupt and no one has contacted him, or he's deliberately avoiding something. How could there be so few calls otherwise? I call more than he does in a day. ”

"I don't know." Duan Zixuan said. "It's illegal to listen to his phone calls, and there's no way we're going to run into his office and install bugs."

"Then check his wife." Yan Murong said.

"Check his wife?" Duan Zixuan asked suspiciously. "What does his wife do? His wife used to be the head nurse of surgery at St. Mary's Hospital, and he got married after buying the hospital, and then she worked as a full-time housewife at home. ”

As he was talking, Duan Zixuan's phone rang, picked up the phone, and whispered "um" a few times, Duan Zixuan looked at Yan Murong and said. "Coincidentally, this guy just came out of the hospital, guess what he did?"

"Looking for a young lady?" Yan Murong said with a smile.

"What are you looking for?" Duan Zixuan couldn't laugh or cry. "This guy just received another call, he is going to attend a medical business cocktail party, and there is still half an hour, which will be held at the Hilton Hotel at ten o'clock in the evening, and Teng Xiangling will also go."