Anthony was driven away.

Mrs. Wilson stayed as she wished and was admitted to the VIP ward of Wanghai Hospital.

She really needed Mr. Snell's help to get through the financial crisis, and the heart attack was real.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, Mrs. Snell interceded with Lord Hamilton, and Zhu Tong did not force her to be transferred.

The doctors at Wanghai Hospital immediately rescued Mrs. Wilson, although she was awake, she was not out of danger. She is afraid of death, and strongly asks "Divine Doctor Li Xiang" to be her attending doctor, no matter how much money is spent.

Zhu Tong just smiled disdainfully when he heard her request, and said to Xia Jie: "Tell her that if she is as rich as Mr. Snell, maybe there is a possibility to remove the shadow in my heart." ”

Mrs. Snell did not understand why Zhu Tong hated Mrs. Wilson so much, and the Lord knew very well, but it was difficult to say too clearly. He just told Mrs. Snell that it was supposed to be because of Miss Yukimi Inoike's relationship.

Mrs. Snell stared thoughtfully at Zhu Tong for a long time.

Before noon, four police cars drove into Wanghai Hospital.

The city government received Anthony's request and sent fifteen riot riot officers in place.

Ouyang Fan and Su Juan came forward, accompanied by Wang Wenyuan, and held a brief welcome ceremony.

The reporters were disappointed that they did not see the "miracle doctor Li Xiang".

Not long after lunch, the most luxurious villa of Wanghai Hospital was vacated.

The bodyguards hired by Anthony were driven out of Wanghai Hospital by Officer Wang Wenyuan with a group of security guards.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon, the most boring and sleepy time of the day.

Seeing this scene, the media reporters guarding around Wanghai Hospital suddenly became energetic, and one by one, as if they had just beaten chicken blood, long guns and short cannons were fired together, and they surrounded them to ask questions, shouting and shouting.

Wang Wenyuan ignored them, left the bodyguards and the luggage and equipment they brought, and ordered the security guards to set up a cordon at the gate, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

The hospital's guidance desk has been moved from the lobby to the outside of the main gate.

The stainless steel bracket door closes, and more than a dozen sun umbrellas are propped up outside the door, and more than a dozen tables are lined up. Every patient who comes to the hospital is allowed to enter the hospital after an initial inquiry to determine that they are really coming to see a doctor.

Of course, this is very inconvenient, not only for patients, but also for medical guides, and the workload has more than tripled.

Wu Zhanming transferred some personnel from various departments to support, including Qin Yi.

Four years have passed, and the original delicate girl is still beautiful, but her demeanor is a little more calm and capable. She knows that her foundation is poor, and she studied clinical medicine at a private university with the foundation of nursing, and if she is a regular student, she will not only get a graduation certificate, but it is a miracle that she can enroll.

But Qin Yi graduated and got a promising job at Wanghai Hospital.

She knew that this was Qin Keqiang's relationship, just because she called her big brother when she was helpless, Qin Keqiang really took care of her like a big brother.

There was a time when Qin Yi transferred the doomed hopeless relationship to Qin Keqiang, even if she was a lover, she was willing. But she gradually knew that this big brother really treated her as a little sister without the slightest distraction.

She has met Qin Keqiang's girlfriend, and as long as Qin Keqiang is in Shanghai, she will take time to visit him every week and invite her to a meal. Like a sister, spoil her, make her happy, take her to two specialty stores, and let her choose one or two sets of expensive clothes at will.

Qin Keqiang tried to convince her to change jobs, saying that his company needed people and could provide her with better room for development; He even said he was going to give her a house.

Qin Yi did not agree, she preferred the profession of a doctor. Faintly, she could feel the shadow of Zhu Tong behind Qin Keqiang. Just for those days of dew? If Zhu Tong wanted to compensate her with this, Qin Yi was unwilling to accept it, and she was more willing to let him feel guilty in his heart.

Her love doesn't need to think, it doesn't need reason, it doesn't even need results, as long as he doesn't forget her.

Overall, in addition to not having a boyfriend and no house, Qin Yi is quite satisfied with his current life.

Wanghai Hospital bought a plot of land in the suburbs, and on her terms, she will be able to live in a two-bedroom apartment with no property rights and only the right to use it next spring.

Qin Yi bears the title of a turtle, and he is also a medical worker, and there is no shortage of suitors around him. The young doctors in Wanghai Hospital are more patients who come to see the doctor, and some of the conditions are quite good, but no one can touch her heart.

Qin Yi has been working in Wanghai Hospital for a while, but she has never seen the "divine doctor Li Xiang" who sent her to heaven and pushed her into hell.

She was dealing with the patients who were surrounding her and looking at the hospital building not far away; I thought, this time, I should have a chance to see him.

"Beautiful young lady, I'm a little unwell here, can you introduce me to a good doctor?" A young man with sunglasses clutched his chest and squeezed in front of Qin Yi, he was of medium stature with a distinct southern accent.

On a hot day, I wore a bulging vest with an unknown number of pockets. Needless to say, this is also a reporter who wants to infiltrate Wanghai Hospital, or a photojournalist.

Qin Yi didn't speak, and motioned for him to stretch out his right hand.

Seeing this hand, Qin Yi couldn't help but think of Qin Keqiang.

Yes, this hand has similarities with Qin Keqiang's warm big hands.

The surface of the knuckles is light purple and has a thin layer of calluses that have faded. Qin Keqiang said that it was a long time to hit the sandbag to leave traces.

This was the first time Qin Yi had seen a hand similar to Qin Keqiang, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth in his heart. She flipped the hand over and pressed the young man's pulse. Like the young doctors working at Wanghai Hospital, Qin Yi is also studying Chinese medicine. Wanghai Hospital is a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, and most of the doctors are a new generation of medical workers trained by the policy of integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

"Sir, there is nothing wrong with your heart and your stomach and intestines are functioning normally." Qin Yi smiled and let go of the young man's hand.

She read more things on this hand, there was a faint red mark on the inside of her index finger, and Qin Keqiang also had it on her hand. It is said that shooting enthusiasts who practice pulling the trigger for a long time and at high frequency will leave such marks on their index fingers.

"It's a shame." The young man muttered, looking around absently as he slowly retreated into the shadows of the buildings beside the road.

Time seems to pass very slowly under the scorching sun.

The number of patients under the umbrella gradually became scarce, Qin Yi unscrewed the mineral water bottle to drink saliva, and wiped the sweat on his neck with a tissue.

The doctor next to him was complaining, saying that the boss was really a snob, and that it would be good for the billionaire Snell to die early, so that they could enjoy a refreshing meal in the hospital building.

Qin Yi didn't say anything, she looked up and found the young reporter who had just come to make trouble. He was standing by a video camera, smoking a cigarette in boredom.

Suddenly there was a siren on the street, and no one paid attention at first.

The sirens became louder and louder, and the reporters were in a commotion, and they quickly returned to their respective posts and entered the work state.

A convoy of luxury drove up.

A police car cleared the way, followed by two premium black RVs flying the American flag, followed by three official vehicles that were clearly government departments.

"There's a big guy coming, look, Mr. Consul in the first car, an American!"

The gates of Wanghai Hospital did not open, and the convoy was forced to stop.

Through the window, a sharp-eyed reporter recognized the passengers in the car.

Not only the consul of the U.S. Consulate General in Shanghai, but Mr. Anthony also came, and he sat in the second car with Mr. Finney, the consulate officer.

Finney got out of the second car, walked to the gate with a straight face, and chattered to the security guard under the sentry box.

The security guard looked at him with a serious expression, and waited until he was done before saying, "I'm sorry sir, I don't understand what you're saying." ”

There was a burst of laughter among the reporters, and the otherwise serious atmosphere was destroyed.

Finney was embarrassed for a while, turned around and took out an official document from the car, and said in stiff Chinese: "I am an official of the Consulate General of the United States of America in Shanghai, please forward this document to Mr. Li Xiang, chairman of Wanghai Hospital." ”

The security guard did not answer the paper: "I'm sorry, my task is just to stay here and not allow any idle people except patients to enter the hospital." You can call the administration department and they are responsible for receiving the documents. ”

"On behalf of the U.S. government, I warn you not to waste our precious time." Finney exclaimed, blushing.

The security guard turned around and ignored him.

Wang Wenyuan stood in the guard room and picked up the phone.

In fact, Finney had called, but the person who answered the phone at the administrative department of Wanghai Hospital said that the hospital had no business relationship with the U.S. government, and that it was a sensitive time and that Mr. Consul was not welcome to visit Wanghai Hospital.

Several people got out of the official car in the back, including staff from the Foreign Affairs Office, officials from the city government in charge of the health system, and a deputy director of the city bureau.

But seeing so many reporters in front of Wanghai Hospital, they all chose to wait and see. What a trouble, they don't have the guts to show authority on such an occasion.

Everyone took out their phones, some reported to their superiors, and some contacted the competent authorities of Wanghai Hospital, hoping to come or contact the hospital to cooperate with their work.

The stalemate lasted for five or six minutes, and the pedestrians on the street continued to crowd around, and the road began to jam traffic.

More than a dozen parasols were squeezed to the ground, and the tables were squeezed back and forth, almost clinging to the stainless steel bracket door. In this case, the consultation desk could not work, and the doctors and nurses were forced to evacuate.

A group of people walked out of the Wanghai Hospital building, and the two in front were Zhu Tong and Ouyang Fan.

Qin Yi had been watching this farce with the mentality of a bystander, and when he saw Zhu Tong's figure, his heart was beating uncontrollably, his mouth was dry, and his breathing became short.

A few years have passed, and almost nothing has changed, and there is still a hint of a smile line hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The reporters knew that there was a good show to be staged, and the order in front of the door was chaotic for a while, and the reporters grabbed a favorable position to choose the best shooting angle and the widest angle of view for the cameras and cameras in their hands.

Onlookers were also afraid of missing something, and crowded in the direction of the hospital gate.

The security guards inside the gate greeted them and shouted for this to maintain order.

Qin Yi was squeezed out of the parasol, and the young reporter was not far from Qin Yi, the camera lens was aimed at the group of people who were constantly approaching.

On the seventeenth floor of the Wanghai Hospital Building, in the lounge next to Mr. Snell's ward.

Mrs. Snell and Lord Hamilton were also watching the situation downstairs.

Anthony moved in with the U.S. Consulate General in Shanghai, and of course he wanted to use government pressure to forcibly remove Mr. Snell from Wanghai Hospital on the pretext that he had been abducted, or that he had been treated unfairly, or that his life had been threatened.

Mrs. Snell was a little nervous, and she held up a delicate telescope to take a closer look, and said to Lord Hamilton, "Look, Robert is here too." Didn't Mr. Anthony always look down on him? ”

"Anthony needs an excuse, he's just a housekeeper. Robert is the second son of Mr. Snell, who is one of Mr. Snell's heirs. Only with Robert. In the name of Snell, Mr. Consul had a reason to come forward. Lord Hamilton pushed open a window so he could see better.

Downstairs, the young photographer's lens covered the "miracle doctor Li Xiang", and suddenly, a burst of bright light shot upstairs, and the young man's eyes were blank.

"Damn!" He looked up with a low curse.

It turned out that someone in the Wanghai Hospital building was looking down through the window, and that person was none other than Lord Hamilton. The sunlight was originally a little northwest overhead, but the building of Wanghai Hospital was in the shape of a jade bottle as a whole, and the top was contracted inward, with a certain arc.

As Lord Hamilton pushed open the window, a brief reflection of light passed in front of the door. It was this casual action that disrupted the young man's plans and rhythms.

Qin Yi heard the young man's curse and couldn't help but turn his head to look over.

The young man pushed his sunglasses above his head and his eyes were on the camera again.

Qin Yi looked at his hands, his left hand was on the machine, his right hand was not placed on the top of the machine like other cameramen, but on the right side of the machine, and his index finger was hooked on a protrusion, like a ...... Holding a gun.

Qin Yi nervously looked at the other cameraman next to him, his machine didn't have that hook-like bulge.

He! It's an assassin! He's aiming at Li Xiang! A burst of blood rushed to her head.

Zhu Tong and his entourage got closer and closer, and they were less than twenty meters away from the gate. Qin Yi suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, she turned her head and stared at the young man's right hand carefully, and was surprised to see that his index finger ......

Qin Yi didn't think much about it, and struggled to squeeze in the direction of the young man, screaming desperately: "Don't shoot!" Don't shoot! Lee wants to go quickly! He has a gun! ”

The crowd was in an uproar! They all looked at the pretty female doctor, and then at the direction of her finger.

The young man holding the camera was stunned, and through the lens, he saw that Zhu Tong and Ouyang Fan had disappeared, and two people in security uniforms quickly appeared in the camera.

Knowing that his opportunity had been missed, he dropped the camera with his left hand, leaving only a stick-like object that looked like a microphone wrapped in a black foam coat in his right hand.

Qin Yi closed her eyes in fright, covered her head with her hands and tried to turn away from him, but the crowd restricted her movements.

There was a hint of hideousness on his face, and he tapped the stick-like object at Qin Yi, and then lowered down and burrowed under the crowd.

Qin Yi covered her head with both hands, and bright red blood flowed down from between her fingers, instantly staining the white coat on her body red.

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