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Wang Licheng kept shaking his head. "Nope! I'm afraid, a sweeper, who can believe me? The judge will definitely find me guilty, I don't want to go to court! ”

"You are not wrong at all, and the judge will not convict you. You must say this matter, the backlog in your heart, the burden will only get heavier and heavier, do you think about this kind of worrying day every day? Tell everyone the truth about this matter, and trust that the judge will definitely give you a fair ruling. Song Chi tried hard to persuade him.

Wang Licheng was in a daze, and it could be seen that his heart was very tormented. He also knew that he was not the main cause of Professor Tan's death, but he was never able to overcome himself and take this step bravely.

Song Chi looked at his watch, and it was now 6:50. He suddenly thought of something, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and dialed He Lao's number. "Teacher He, the manuscript of Dean Huaxin must not be uploaded! Professor Tan's fall from the building has nothing to do with the defendant Zhang Zhihong, all of this is wrong, and I have found eyewitnesses......"

"But the newspaper is going to go to print soon, and the case is going to court tomorrow. As long as the reporter's perspective is correct, it is not an exaggeration to say that the case has some deviations. He Lao responded.

If the newspaper report does not match the facts, the newspaper can also issue a correction notice. But for Zhang Zhihong, once these unrecoverable charges are published, it is even more difficult to eliminate the impact than to ascend to the sky. Even if Judge Zuihou returns his innocence, I am afraid that public opinion has already smeared him.

No, we must stop the publication of this manuscript, otherwise it will be too unfair to Zhang Zhihong.

"Mr. He, listen to me, that manuscript is completely wrong, and the reporter is completely blind. I will write down all the ins and outs of this case and the truth, and I will definitely get ahead of the rest of the media...... Teacher He, please believe me, I will use my position as a guarantee......" Song Chi had already used a pleading tone, he knew what all this meant to Zhang Zhihong.

He Lao was silent on the phone for a long time, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. "Anyway, I'm going to see the new draft by 8 o'clock at the latest."

“xiexie！ Xiexie Teacher Ho! Song Chi was so happy that he almost jumped up.

But the harsh reality is that it's already 7 o'clock. It's almost impossible to finish writing and return to the newspaper in an hour.

After all, Zhang Zhihong's matter started because of himself, even if there was only a 0.01% chance, he had to do his best.

As soon as Song Chi thought of this, he just took a step, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and he collapsed directly to the ground with a thud.

When he woke up again in a daze, he found himself lying in a hospital bed with several nurses and doctors wearing masks standing at the end of the bed. A nurse said, "The patient has low blood pressure, low red blood cells, and is in critical condition. ”

The doctor looked through the case and responded, "Give him oxygen and glucose solution immediately." If you fall into a coma again, you will be immediately sent to intensive care. With that, the doctor patted his ass and left.

The two nurses heard the doctor's instructions and hurriedly ran out of the ward to prepare the oxygen equipment.

Song Chi looked at his watch, it was already 7:10. Although his whole body was weak, he still used all his strength and struggled to get up. Time is like a tight spell to him. If He Lao can't get a new draft before 8 o'clock, then Zhang Zhihong may really be ruined.

When he stood up, he was still trembling, and Song Chi felt top-heavy.

"How are you leaving? There was a lot of blood transfusion just now, and you need to rest. Wang Licheng ran over and looked at Song Chi in great surprise.

Song Chi replied weakly: "I don't have time, I have to go back as soon as possible...... I'm going to tell the newspaper the truth. ”

A warrior's spirit of treating death as if it were home, probably that's it!

Song Chi just took two steps, and suddenly panted like a cow, and could only walk with his hands on the wall. When he walked to the door of the ward, he was like a gossamer and collapsed again.

Suddenly, a strong arm behind him supported him, and Song Chi looked back and saw that it was Wang Licheng!

"You helped me once, you saved my son. I'll help you once now, too! Wang Licheng swore and said!

What the! Song Chi's mood at the moment was surprised and happy. He didn't expect that Wang Licheng would stand up bravely. Wang Licheng weighted the liliang in his hand and nodded a few times. "My son has a wife to take care of, and I want to go back with you!"

Hearing his words, Song Chi was almost moved to tears. If Wang Licheng can testify in court, he will be able to solve the real reason why Professor Tan fell from the building, and he will be able to overturn the case for Zhang Zhihong.

Song Chi knew that it was not easy for Wang Licheng to take this step. He could have run away from it, but this time, he overcame fear and cowardice. He plans to help himself, which can be regarded as the sky has eyes. "Do you really think so? That's fast, time is running out, we have to hurry. ”

"It's just your body......" Seeing Song Chi's haggard appearance, Wang Licheng was extremely worried.

Song Chi replied: "It's okay, it's important to save people, I'll survive." ”

So the two men walked out of the room with their arms in their arms, and wittily walked through the nurse's table, avoiding their vicious gaze. When the two of them walked out of the hospital hall smoothly, they were as happy as after being a thief.

Song Chi opened the car door, Wang Licheng sat in the co-pilot's seat, and the car drove out of Kunshan People's Hospital.

It was 7:15, and Song Chi frowned. This frail body is already a miracle to open the newspaper office before 8 o'clock. Unfortunately, the new manuscript has not yet been written. In this case, even if you go to the newspaper office, it will not help.

The car drove fast, Wang Licheng's heart fluttered and jumped, and his right hand firmly held the handle, afraid that he would be thrown out if he made a turn. Time was really too late, and Song Chi was anxious.

Suffering from driving by himself, his hands are not able to separate, and his brain is buzzing, and the feeling of splitting headache hits me one after another.

"Do you know how to type?" Song Chi looked ahead and asked suddenly.

Wang Licheng was shocked and stammered, "You mean...... Computer typing? I will be a little, my son once taught me when he fought the landlord online. ”

"Okay, you open the computer bag in the back seat, take out the computer, and start it." Song Chi said in a commanding tone.

Wang Licheng replied: "My typing is very poor, and it is very slow, I have never typed more than 10 words completely, I am afraid of ......."

"It's okay, you have to believe in yourself, you can do it! I said you write, you must be able to do it! For Song Chi, this may be the only chance. If you miss this opportunity and don't make it to print the newspaper, it's all over.

Wang Licheng opened his laptop and put it on his lap. For him, typing is much harder than sweeping the floor.

"Ready? It's okay to slow down. Song Chi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. You try to type these words first: There is new progress in the case of Tan Yaozong's fall from the building, and Zhang Zhihong is not the murderer in this case. In addition to these two people, there was actually a third eyewitness at the scene of the incident, who witnessed the real reason why Tam Yaozong fell from the building......"

The car is like a sharp arrow with strings, flashing double yellow jump lights, speeding down the highway. The speedometer has always been above 120 K/m, and when cars were scarce, it once jumped to 160 K/m. The highway seems to be Song Chi's racing track.

Song Chi spoke orally, and Wang Licheng typed his words into the computer. This is a test of life and death for both of them!

7:40 a.m., 7:48 a.m., 7:53 a.m...... Time passed minute by minute, and there was not much left before Zuihou's deadline......