"If you want to detain me, then try your catties first, come on!" An Rongrong was not afraid at all, and the sleeves she had just put down were rolled up again, looking like a violent queen.

The two bailiffs glanced at each other. Well, in that case, let's follow the requirements of the superiors, and prepare to do it.

"Stop......" suddenly a scolding came from the door.

Everyone turned their heads to take a look, only to see that Zhou Jinguo, the director of the detention center, was panting, wiping the sweat on his cheeks, and two big dark circles appeared in a pair of slitted eyes, and his chubby round face looked like a giant panda.

The two bailiffs often deal with the detention center, of course they know Zhou Jinguo, and when they saw him coming, Liu Dawei hurriedly stepped forward: "Hello Director Zhou, we want to carry out the court judgment against the prisoner Chen Dong, but we were stopped by this comrade for no reason......

Before Liu Dawei finished speaking, Zhou Jinguo interrupted him impatiently, "Okay, okay, you guys go back." The prisoner's case has been suspended for retrial. After speaking, he took out a notice from his pocket and shook it in front of Liu Dawei, "See, this retrial notice from the procuratorate and the court." ”

"But...... But we didn't receive it, why don't we take this prisoner away first......" Liu Dawei was a little confused, why don't we know the notice from the court and the procuratorate? I obviously asked my superiors just now.

"I said that I can't take it away, but I can't take it away, you go back, and the specific notice will come to you this afternoon." Zhou Jinguo made up his mind not to let the bailiff take Chen Dong away, making an international joke, his black gauze hat can be tied to this Chen Dong, if you pull it away, in case he is shot directly, who will I go to? Besides, in order to suspend the sentence and retry this Chen Dong, he didn't sleep all night, and he broke his mouth for this matter, and now you take people away, in case you kill me, I won't be wronged.

"Chen Dong, the national law has always been fair and just, because there are doubts in the evidence in your case, and the procuratorate is now protesting, and the court specially approves a retrial and re-investigation of your case." Zhou Jinguo finished speaking to Chen Dong with a dignified expression, and then waved his hand at An Rongrong, "Take him and follow me to the hospital." After saying that, he turned his head and walked away.

Seeing that An Rongrong had already untied Chen Dong's leg cuffs and the bandages that fixed the iron chair on his body, Director Zhou said, "Go!" He hurried towards the door of the detention center.

The two bailiffs watched the three of them leave speechlessly, crying and laughing, it was the first time they had encountered this kind of thing in all these years.

The three of them walked quickly to the gate of the detention center, where Zhou Jinguo had already arranged a van to wait.

"Get in the car, get in the car." Zhou Jinguo shouted as he opened the passenger door of the van and stuffed his fat body into it, and then Chen Dong was also escorted into the car.

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Although Renkang Hospital is a private hospital, it has the largest scale and medical facilities in the whole of Dongjiang City, and there is also a Chen family who are famous for their medical skills. That's why the 25 patients in the detention center are all in Renkang Hospital.

On the seventh floor of the inpatient department of Renkang Hospital, which is a floor full of ICU wards, five or six doctors in white coats outside the corridor are surrounding a middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle, and ask nonsense: "Dean Zhu, what do you think?" ”

"Yes, Dean Zhu, what do you think is the disease?"

The "Mediterranean" called Dean Zhu was Zhu Chengguang, who was sent from Kyoto to find someone. Originally, I was going to come to talk to the director of Renkang Hospital, that is, the old man of the Chen family, no matter what, first find a way to get the other party to agree to treat the granddaughter of the chief, and go and see together.

Before he had time to talk, he was invited to the ICU ward to see a few special patients. Since he came, let's see, he is not afraid of curing diseases, and the president of a tertiary special hospital is also quite accomplished in the medical field, as long as it is not a strange disease like the chief's granddaughter.

But after diagnosing 25 patients, Zhu Chengguang found that although the symptoms of these people were similar to food poisoning, they were definitely not. Because the patient's blood test results were not abnormal.

encountered a strange illness again, Zhu Chengguang's mouth was bitter, but as the director of Zhonghe Hospital, the country's leading three-special hospital, he couldn't say that he didn't see the reason for it. So after a short period of contemplation, he said slowly: "I don't think it's food poisoning, but the specific results need to be checked by more advanced instruments, but I'm afraid that the state of these patients can't survive today." ”

"Alas, Dean Zhu is right. It's too late, or maybe there's still a chance. "The one who spoke was an emaciated old man, although this old man had frosty eyebrows, his face was wrinkled, and he looked like he was over seventy years old, but his face was ruddy, and his speech was clear and powerful, which was not worse than a fifty-year-old person, and this was the founder of Renkang Hospital and the old man of the Chen family.

Mr. Chen usually doesn't ask about the hospital for a long time, but today it happens that Zhu Chengguang from Kyoto is visiting, and the president of the National Sante Hospital can't let Mr. Chen cherish it more, but Zhu Chengguang's other identity, the deputy director of the National Health Bureau, what does the Health Bureau do? It was specially for officials in Kyoto to see a doctor, and the connections and abilities can be imagined, so Old Man Chen can be said to be sweeping the couch to greet him, and it happened that there were several special cases in the hospital, so he invited Zhu Chengguang to take a look.

Although he was noncommittal about Zhu Chengguang's words, Old Man Chen also knew that those 25 patients were not easy to treat, and at least his more than 50 years of medical experience could not do anything.

The few doctors surrounding him saw that Zhu Chengguang and Old Man Chen from Kyoto had said this, and they also knew that the twenty-five people were basically not alive, so they could only sigh.

"Ji Kun, these twenty-five people are prisoners in the detention center, right? Have you informed the director of the detention center and told him about the actual situation of these patients? Old Man Chen looked at a doctor in a white coat and asked.