"What am I going to do with you, my dear?" Zhuang weighed the current situation in his heart.

This is a room on the 10th floor of Wanghai Hospital, located next to the No. 1 aromatherapy room, which was originally a place for dispensers to communicate, learn and discuss with each other; Now it has been requisitioned by the police as the office of a ten-member medical team including Zhuang and Zhou Xing.

For more than a year, Wanghai Hospital has designed and built dozens of aromatherapy rooms for wealthy families or high-end clubs in Shanghai and some surrounding cities. The construction part is in charge of Qu Laoyi's people, and the design and post-service are responsible for a team of people led by Zhu Hu; It can be regarded as a lucrative and unique business.

There are 27 aromatherapy rooms that have been completed, and special technicians are required for dispensing, dressing, and specific operations. As a result, Cheng Hu's subordinates are all students who have graduated from traditional Chinese medicine colleges in various places, and their employment prospects are very bad if they do not enter the hospital.

Although there is a foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, to become a qualified aromatherapy technician you also need to go through training and master some things that are impossible in books. This is where Chenghu uses to train them.

Except for Zhuang and Zhou Xing, all the medical experts sitting in this room now are at the top of the world, looking at the test reports and materials in their hands, they are all at a loss.

Zhuang glanced at Fan Xilin, who had just finished talking with several leaders and was about to leave.

Ten minutes ago, at the moment when Fan Xilin said, "Find the person who secretly sent those things for Wang Wenyuan", Zhuang felt that Fan Xilin's killing intention against Wang Wenyuan, although the killing intention was only instantaneous, and it was very faint; was still caught by Zhuang Keen.

Who is sending those things for Wang Wenyuan? It's not a secret to Zhuang. There is only one person in Shanghai who can help Wang Wenyuan, and that is Li Songhan, who has been hanging around Wanghai Hospital.

If it weren't for the fact that Wanghai Hospital had been too lively recently, Zhuang couldn't have been able to recruit Li Songhan to meet without hiding a lot of eyeliner, those things might not have been issued, and the pressure he was on now would have been reduced by more than half.

The officials left, and the experts began to meet. A doctor in the United States was appointed as the leader of the emergency team, his surname is Xu, and he is the vice president of another tertiary hospital. Politically reliable and professionally proficient, it is the safest choice in today's situation.

As the owner of the place, Zhuang was appointed as the deputy leader. This means that at least before Wang Wenyuan's misfortune, Zhuang's suspicion was hung up.

Dr. Xu immediately led the emergency team into the aromatherapy room to consult Wang Wenyuan.

Fortunately, the No. 1 aromatherapy room of Wanghai Hospital was used as a model, the design standard is relatively high, the internal space is relatively large, and the problem of accommodating more than a dozen people is not a big problem, and it is okay to have three or five more.

It's 8:40 a.m., and Wang Wenyuan has been here for nine hours, and the strange green below his chest has faded slightly; But that is not a sign of improvement.

No. 3 Aromatherapy Formula is a popular detoxification formula, which means that it is relatively mild, and the side effects are within the acceptable range of ordinary people. In the past nine hours, Wang Wenyuan was fed more than a dozen bottles of liquid, and at the same time, he sweated a lot under the high temperature environment in the aromatherapy room and the No. 3 formula; Some toxins are excreted from the body with sweat.

There were no people from Wanghai Hospital inside or outside the aromatherapy room, the nurses were from the police, and two groups of police officers were guarding around.

Dr. Xu instructed the nurse who was by Wang Wenyuan's side to extract blood and body fluids to prepare for the next more detailed examination.

A group of people gathered around Wang Wenyuan, who was naked, and pointed and pointed, each using the method they were good at to start working in an orderly manner.

Zhuang and Zhou Xing are both traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and Zhou Xing only went to the front number and exited the aromatherapy room.

Zhuang insisted for a little longer, and he implanted a Purple Butterfly Protector in Wang Wenyuan's body, which could at least ensure that he would not have a life ≡ hold this toxin within a week, and Zhuang also did not find a suitable way to relieve it.

If Wang Wenyuan was just an ordinary patient and had enough net worth, Zhuang might choose to spend money on cultivation to use the Zhumen Technique.

An hour later, the first consultation with the emergency team had preliminary results.

Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, and according to the experts' recommendations, determining the nature of the toxin in Wang Wenyuan's body requires a series of pharmacological tests and tests, which will take three days or more.

Zhuang and Zhou Xing returned to the office on the twelfth floor, where Su Juan, Wu Zhanming, and Xia Jie were already waiting.

Today, the front of Wanghai Hospital is still lively, but not a single patient is allowed to come in, there are four police cars and more than a dozen police officers guarding the gate, and all the departments downstairs are idle.

"Watch me do what?" Zhuang took off his white coat and sat down behind the executive desk; "There's nothing wrong with giving the doctors a rest, in the afternoon, tomorrow at the latest, they're in for a match."

Several people didn't speak, but they still looked at Zhuang.

"Don't worry about me;" Zhuang took out Huaxia's documents and handed them to read; "You are all shareholders of Wanghai Hospital, and Huaxia is the majority shareholder."

In the documents, it was determined that Wu Zhanming and Xia Jie each owned 7 percent of the shares of Wanghai Hospital, Su Juan's shares were less, 5 percent, and Ma Ba and Zhou Xing each had 1 percent.

Before, Wu Zhanming and Xia Jie owned 10% of the shares, but they were not dissatisfied← most of the investment in the Haihai Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Association and Blessing Villa came from Jinshi Investment, which was all Zhuang's money.

Zhuang just transferred the shares belonging to Goldstone Investment to China AMC.

"Dean, are you leaving?" Zhou Xing was the first to ask.

"Mr. Zhou, it is ←an honor for me and Wanghai Hospital to invite you and Mr. Ma to join, and you two can sincerely cooperate with President Wu, President Xia, and Sister Su in the future. There are clear terms in the document that Huaxia can intervene in the Wanghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Association and Blessing Villa at an appropriate time to organize and carry out some research and exchange activities, and has no right to inquire about the operation and management of Wanghai Hospital at any time. From now on, the main thing for you is to serve the old gentlemen well and try to get as much out of them as possible. Don't worry about the money, with the current situation, the hospital will not have financial problems in five years, you have enough funds to do their work. But there is not much time left for you and for them. ”

"Are you really leaving?" Su Juan was anxious.

Zhuang is gone, what should Ye'er do? She received a call in the morning, and Ye Er went to Kaifeng inexplicably. She was feeling bad then, and now it's even worse.

"Maybe go, maybe not." Zhuang smiled and asked her to sit down; "Of course, it's good if you don't go, I've been working together for more than a year, and I've learned a lot from you. I would like to especially thank Brother Wu, you are my best friend in the last place. ”

Speaking of this, Zhuang stood up and bowed to Wu Zhanming.

Wu Zhanming hurriedly avoided and said, "Where is this?" I'm lucky to have met you. ”

"In the future, Brother Wu will be the president of Wanghai Hospital, please be sure to worry more and make Wanghai Hospital better." Zhuang bowed and sat down, handing Wu Zhanming a letter of appointment; "I'm only in charge of this office."

"What's wrong?" Ma Ba broke in, he had been taking care of several patients in the ward, and he had just received a notice.

"The Dean is leaving." Zhou Xing said to him.

"What a fucking **." Ma Ba roared angrily; "The dean is gone, and Lao Tzu is gone."

"You're a doctor." Zhuang said with a frown; "Brother Ma, it's not certain that I can't go. Even if I go, I have to wait until my patient is stable. We are all doctors, and it is our duty to be responsible for our patients. You and Mr. Zhou are in charge of the VIP ward, and every patient in it must not be neglected. ”

There are not many patients in Zhuang anymore, and there are still five people living in the ward. Three of them spent a lot of money, and two of them belonged to the public welfare undertakings that pasted gold for "Divine Doctor Li Xiang".

The VIP ward is not only for the patients not to be neglected, but also for those idle clouds and wild cranes. Ma Ba knows the severity, but it is still unacceptable for Zhuang to leave‰ Zhou Xing is different, "Divine Doctor Li Xiang" can be regarded as his backbone, not only in medical skills, in his eyes, there seems to be nothing in Shanghai that Zhuang can't do.

He thought, such a powerful person is leaving, so isn't Wanghai Hospital about to end?

Xia Jie asked unhurriedly, "Dean, are you still coming back?" ”

"Yes, I promise you." Zhuang nodded earnestly.

"How long?" Ma Ba asked.

"Fast is two years, slow will not exceed five years." Ma Ba broke in and did not close the door, Zhuang saw that there was a figure shaking in front of the door, and said, "Everyone go to work, I have guests." ”

Before he could finish speaking, two police officers walked in.

Several people looked at each other and had to get up and leave.

At the end, Su Juan took a look at Zhuang and gently closed the door.

"Two, tea or ...... I only have tea and wine here. Zhuang stood up and laughed.

"Dean Li doesn't have to be polite, we're just here to check some questions." The older police officer flashed his police ID card and sat down across from Zhuang.

"I'll cooperate."

"Officer Wang was attacked at about 11 o'clock last night, and we need to know Dean Li's itinerary for August 16."

"Why?"

"Because Officer Wang was delivering flowers to your girlfriend when he was attacked."

"And for good reason." Zhuang touched his chin and nodded, tore off the first piece of paper on the desk calendar and handed it to him, saying; "This is the itinerary that my secretary arranged for me. Yesterday...... I don't think I have time to move freely. ”

"Thank you Dean Li for your cooperation, and I have another question, can we meet your secretary?" The older officer handed the note to his assistant and asked again.

"I'm afraid it's a bit of a hassle, Miss Sirea is on vacation from today. She's a foreigner, and if you want to see her, I'm afraid you'll have to go through some legal formalities. ”

"We just want to know where she is now?"

"You've got my itinerary, I'm sorry, can I know the true identities of the two of you?" Zhuang "chuckled" in his heart, pulled down his face and said unhappily.

"Divine Doctor Li Xiang" can be regarded as a public figure, yesterday's day's schedule was very full, and no one with a little brain would think that he would be the one who attacked Wang Wenyuan.

These two police officers held on to Cerea, what kind of calculation did they have in their hearts?

"8** Task Force." For the first time, the younger officer spoke; "Officer Wang is my junior brother, and Officer Su is my senior sister."

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