Life is unpredictable, and things are like dreams. What Han Ding encountered was unpredictable.

That afternoon, they arrived at the Chengbei District People's Court of Pingling City on time at the appointed time to participate in an out-of-court mediation meeting presided over by the court. Here, Han Ding saw the parents of the dead female worker and a dozen or so fellow villagers who came with them. The dozen or so fellow villagers were all young people who had come to Pingling with the deceased to work, and the leader was a stout man, slightly older, but only thirty years old. Han Ding heard those people call him Daxiong, according to Director Wang's muttering in Lao Lin's ear, this Daxiong is a foreman on the expansion site of the pharmaceutical factory, and he is also the leader of those Shaoxing migrant workers. Nobita wore a suit and tie that day, but he and his gang of migrant workers were stopped by the bailiffs outside the courtroom, leaving only the deceased's parents and their lawyers. For the people from the pharmaceutical factory, they were not stopped, and all four people in the group were put in. In the narrow corridor of the court, these tall and short migrant workers watched Luo Baochun and Director Wang pass by, glaring angrily, and even to Lao Lin and Han Ding, they also had a look of unforgiveness, and viciously watched them enter the mediation court, which was not too big.

During his internship at university, he attended and observed the trial of some cases, but he had never experienced the mediation process in court. The atmosphere in the courtroom today was far less formal than he had originally imagined. First of all, this house, which is called a courtroom, is really shabby, and its dilapidated degree is simply detrimental to the dignity of the law in Han Ding's opinion. The second is that the judge presiding over the mediation is too young, almost a little girl not much older than him, and she is not as mature as the clerk who is also a woman who makes the record. The two sides sat across a long, lacquered table, and the young female judge asked questions in the center, in a tone almost as rigid as a student reciting in class. She said: "Call both of you parties today, and let's mediate again on the issue of compensation for Siping's bereavement compensation." There was a mediation last time, but the attitude of both parties was not very good. This time, I hope that you can all take the attitude of solving problems, empathize more from each other's point of view, think more about each other's difficulties, and consider more for the stability and unity of society, so that the country, units, and individuals can try not to suffer losses, or suffer less losses. Ah, how's it going, what are you both thinking about these days? If you want to solve this matter, both sides must have a compromising attitude, and a lawsuit will not benefit both parties. We can't get busy with big cases right now, and we don't want you to drag it on endlessly. ”

As soon as the judge's opening remarks were finished, she began to do the persuasion work of both sides again without leaving any space, and she first faced Siping's parents: You two have come all the way to Pingling, it costs money for food and housing, and it costs money to fight a lawsuit, and it will not benefit you if it drags on. Our daughter is gone, and we are also very sympathetic, and the factory is also sympathetic, but you can't open your mouth widely, and you may not be able to do it if your requirements are unreasonable. I told you all the truth last time, how did you think about it this time?

The judge looked at them, waiting for an answer. Siping's parents knew at a glance that they were poor people from a small place, and their father was very strong and looked like a manual laborer. The mother is very thin, kind and melancholy. They all set their sights on the lawyers around them. The lawyer was hired from the local area, a man, in his forties, and he spoke: "I think this matter is actually quite simple, and how much money you pay is not the most important thing." The first thing to find out in this matter is that Baochun Pharmaceutical Factory is not at fault at all and does not bear any responsibility for the killing of the workers it hired while working in the factory? Is the security measures in the factory absolutely fine, and is the personal safety of the workers working in the factory completely guaranteed? Is Siping's death in the factory completely her own responsibility, and has nothing to do with the factory? These questions are a premise, and this premise must be clarified first. As for how much compensation should be paid, what difficulties the factory has, and whether it can give so much, this can of course be discussed. ”

The judge's face turned to the side of the pharmaceutical factory again, Lao Lin coughed, and was about to speak, but Luo Baochun took the lead. He said to the other party's lawyer with a tiger face: "If you were killed in the corridor outside just now, do you say that you should let the murderer pay you, or let the court pay you?" ”

Luo Baochun's words suddenly turned the atmosphere of mediation into an atmosphere of quarrel. The opposing lawyer raised his tone equally without showing weakness: "If it happens in a public area, the court can be irresponsible." If it was in the working area of the court, such as in this conference room, and I was killed, it would have depended on whether there were any loopholes in the court's security work. If the security work of the court has so many loopholes like your Baochun Pharmaceutical Factory, of course you will be held responsible! ”

The mediation was so tense at the beginning that even the judge didn't seem to expect it. Lao Lin looked at this posture and tried to take over the words of the opposing lawyer, but at this time, Luo Baochun's face was already red, as if he had drunk wine, and his emotions were out of control, and he shouted loudly: "Where is there no loophole in the security guard?" If criminals want to kill people with their hearts, where can't they do it? You just want to use the dead man to blackmail the company, it's not that I can't afford the 400,000 yuan, the total assets of our Baochun Pharmaceutical Factory, plus the intangible assets of our brand reputation, there are one or two hundred million, I can't afford to lose the 400,000! Didn't someone else come to me in private a few days ago and ask me to settle this matter with 100,000 yuan, I won't come out! Reasonable compensation, I can afford a million; Unreasonable compensation, I don't pay a penny! These people are simply the underworld, I just don't believe that the legal rights of our private enterprises will not be protected by the courts! ”

The opposing lawyer opened his hands and looked at the young judge who was a little helpless and couldn't control the scene, his expression and voice showed extreme indignation, he said: "Siping and these migrant workers came to Pingling far away from their hometown relatives and made such a great contribution to the Baochun Pharmaceutical Factory, and finally died at work, and they didn't even meet her parents who raised her since childhood." As a well-known private enterprise, Baochun Company is so sympathetic and has no minimum morality! In order not to lose money, not only did he not show pity for this young girl who suffered such an unfortunate thing, but also did not sympathize with her family, but also slandered them as the underworld. If you say this again, we will accuse you of slandering and insulting the personality of citizens. My client is poor, and their dead daughter and her partner are poor, but they also have personality and the right to protect their reputation......"

With the lawyer's strong protest, Siping's mother's face was filled with tears; Siping's father's forehead was bruised, and he shouted loudly in a rough voice with an accent: "Are you still human? Can you still represent the Communist Party? Yes? ”

Luo Baochun replied unceremoniously: "I only represent my factory, I am not **, I do not represent the Communist Party!" ”

Siping's father was hoarse: "Your factory, it's still ...... Is it still the world of the Communist Party? You're fucking more ruthless than the capitalists, than the bullying landlords of the past, has your conscience let the dog eat? Yes! ”

Siping's mother dissuaded her husband while crying: "Don't talk about it, let the lawyer tell it, you can't explain the ...... clearly"

And the husband's emotions have been uncontrollable: "I don't know what I know! I'm going to ask them if they still speak of justice? ”

Luo Baochun also tried his best to raise his voice: "Giving you money is axiom, is not giving you money is not talking about axiom?" Are you the axiom? ”

The room was cluttered up by quarrels and cries, and the young judge finally showed the late decisiveness, and she said sharply: "Since you both have such an attitude, it means that you have no sincerity in mediation. Let me ask you one last time, does the plaintiff have any willingness to mediate, and does there any new mediation plan? ”

The opposing lawyer was also very excited, and the scolding and cries of the deceased's parents aroused his righteous indignation, and he replied to the judge as if arguing: "Our position has just been stated, and if the defendant has such a scoundrel attitude, we have no choice but to fight the lawsuit to the end!" ”

The judge didn't say much, and finally asked the pharmaceutical factory: "Is the defendant still willing to mediate?" Are there any new mediation options? ”

Not allowing Lao Lin to speak, Luo Baochun took the case: "I will accompany you to the end!" See you in court! ”

The judge was irritated by Luo Baochun's attitude, and scolded him solemnly: "Luo Baochun, this is the court!" It's not your office, what table do you shoot? ”

Luo Baochun gasped, was stunned for a moment, but didn't talk back, and sat down again.

The judge frowned, and said the closing words with an unhappy face: "Okay, I announce that the second mediation of the Zhu Siping death compensation case failed, and the case has entered the litigation procedure in accordance with the law." The plaintiff is requested to send the indictment to this court at the specified time for a scheduled trial. ”

As soon as the judge's words fell, Siping's father scolded again. Luo Baochun got up and left his seat, and walked away with a straight face. Lao Lin and Han Ding looked at each other, probably even a lawyer with a little seniority like Lao Lin had never experienced such mediation: as a lawyer on one side, he didn't even have time to say a word, and the mediation ended; He and Han Ding didn't even have time to touch the taste, and the situation was out of control. Of course, they didn't think that the more serious was still to come, in the chaos of everyone leaving their seats, in the increasingly incomprehensible scolding of the deceased's father, they saw Luo Baochun's body walking towards the door suddenly shook, staggered under his feet, and stretched his hand forward as if he wanted to grab something, but he didn't catch anything, and the whole person fell down with a bang, and knocked over a few wooden chairs.

Han Ding and Lao Lin were startled, thinking that he had tripped over something, so they both leaned over and tried to help him up, but immediately they all saw Luo Baochun's face. The color of the face had turned from crimson to gray, the brow was furrowed, the roots of the teeth were clenched, and the muscles of the cheeks were twisted into a pained expression. Han Ding was frightened, he copied a hand under Luo Baochun's body, and wanted to help him up, but Lao Lin shouted: "Don't move him!" Director Wang pushed Han Ding away, hurriedly rummaged for something in the inner pocket of Luo Baochun's suit jacket, and turned over to the second pocket and turned out a small bottle of medicine. Seeing the bottle of medicine, Han Ding realized that Luo Baochun had a heart attack. He watched Director Wang pour out the medicine pills and stuff them into Luo Baochun's mouth, Luo Baochun had the medicine in his mouth, and his face still had that painful expression. The young judge and the middle-aged clerk were stunned, probably because they were women, so they were a little helpless in this sudden situation. The opposing lawyer stood up and looked at the other side, showing some humanitarian concern on his face. Siping's mother was still crying with her hands in her hands, and her husband didn't persuade her, but she stopped scolding and looked at the chaos with cold eyes. Han Ding had never witnessed a heart attack, but he vaguely remembered the rescue method he had seen on TV, riding on the patient's body alone, pressing his chest with his hands, and doing artificial respiration; It is also necessary to grasp the patient's hands and do chest expansion exercises like radio exercises; And blow mouth-to-mouth...... He was about to propose such a measure, but at the same time he realized that he was the youngest of the group, and it seemed that he should have a voluntary attitude towards such manual work. Wanting to blow mouth-to-mouth with Luo Baochun, he instinctively hesitated for a few seconds. Before he could speak, Director Wang had already ordered him: "Go and call an ambulance!" This shouted to remind the two female judges, and they ran out of the conference room to make a phone call. By the time they returned to the conference room after making the call, Luo Baochun was already breathing weakly, and his face was also a little bloody. Han Ding only knew at this time that a person who had a heart attack had to let him lie quietly, and he must not move until he had to, otherwise it would be counterproductive. He thought with fear: If he really volunteered to give Luo Baochun artificial respiration just now, and finally tossed him to death, wouldn't he sit on wax?

The ambulance came, and the doctor rushed to the conference room, examined Luo Baochun, who was lying on the ground, gave him an injection, and then said that he could be carried downstairs. Han Ding and Director Wang lifted Luo Baochun on a stretcher, carried him downstairs, carried him out of the courthouse, and put him in an ambulance, and then they followed the ambulance to the hospital. Lao Lin was left by the judge to sign the mediation record and deal with other procedural issues.

On the way to the hospital, Director Wang used his mobile phone to inform Luo Baochun's only relative, that is, his daughter Luo Jingjing, of the situation, but the phone could not be reached, and the other party was never in the service area. Director Wang made other calls to inquire about Luo Jingjing's whereabouts, and after asking for a long time, he learned that Luo Jingjing happened to go to Nanjing with the hairstyle performance troupe to perform today, and had already left Pingling on the first flight in the morning.

The ambulance arrived at the hospital, and Luo Baochun was taken to the emergency room. Director Wang's mobile phone was also out of battery, and he panicked and didn't know where to run to find the phone, and Han Ding was the only one left outside the emergency room. There wasn't even a chair here, so Han Ding had to pace in place. Occasionally, doctors and nurses came in and out, all of them hurriedly holding instruments in their hands, and no one paid attention to him. I don't know how long later, a male doctor suddenly came out and asked, "Are you a relative of the patient?" Han Ding shook his head and said no. The doctor asked, "Did the patient's relatives come?" Han Ding shook his head and said he didn't come. The doctor asked, "And who are you a patient?" Han Ding said he was his lawyer. The doctor immediately said, "Lawyer? That's right, you come in, the patient has something to say to you. ”

Han Ding followed the doctor's ass into the emergency room. The door to the emergency room was a short, wide corridor, the first of which was an operating room, and the four doors were wide open, and there was no one in it except for a bed and some instruments. Further inside, there is a doctor's office. Beyond this office is the patient observation room. Han Ding walked straight into the observation room with the doctor.

There are three beds in the observation room, two of which are empty, and on the outermost bed, Luo Baochun, who has just been rescued, is lying. Luo Baochun's face was still ugly, and his breathing was weak, but the signs of life were much stronger than when he was sent in. The doctor walked to the bed, attached his ear to Luo Baochun's side and said softly: "The person you are looking for is here, do you want to speak?" ”

Han Ding hurriedly approached the bed and leaned over to see Luo Baochun. Luo Baochun opened his eyes with difficulty. Han Ding immediately spoke: "Mr. Luo, I am Han Ding, a lawyer from Beijing Zhongya Law Firm, do you still recognize me?" ”

In fact, Han Ding has just graduated from college, and he is just a trainee lawyer, but he didn't say the word internship. Luo Baochun's eyes were cloudy, his eyebrows were dark, and he looked at Han Ding blankly. Han Ding thought that he couldn't recognize him, but he didn't expect Luo Baochun to suddenly raise a hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to draw him closer. Han Ding leaned down, his face close to the cloudy gaze.

He raised his voice a little and asked, "Do you want to say anything?" ”

The corners of Luo Baochun's mouth moved, and he said tremblingly: "Factory ......"

Han Ding tried his best to get close to him, trying to understand what he meant: "What are you talking about, Chang?" ”

Luo Baochun drew a trembling circle in front of Han Ding's eyes with the raised hand, and squeezed out a few more words with the same trembling strength:

"Factory ...... And also...... Give Jingjing ......"

Han Ding seemed to understand what he meant, and the few words were almost like Luo Baochun was confessing his last words. Realizing his last words, Han Ding immediately thought of death, and when he thought of death, he immediately subconsciously said comforting words: "You are okay Mr. Luo, you are well recuperated, you will get better soon, you can rest assured......"

The doctor observed Luo Baochun's face, and stopped him from saying in time: "Okay, you have a good rest, sleep for a while, sleep for a while." Then he motioned to Han Ding to retreat with his eyes, and Han Ding retreated.

Han Ding walked out of the observation room, lowered his head and thought about it, thinking that he was a lawyer after all, if Luo Baochun really died, wouldn't those words just now really become a dying will? He was conscious of his identity and responsibilities, and he couldn't finish listening to the few words in Luo Baochun's mouth just now, so he took out a pen and paper from the leather bag he was carrying, and wrote down the following lines:

"I have decided that all the property of Pingling Baochun Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. and my other property will be inherited by my daughter Luo Jingjing."

He stopped the male doctor who had just come out of the observation room and said, "The patient has just left a last word, and I, as his lawyer, have made a record. Now, while the patient is still in his mind, it is necessary to ask him to look at it and sign it immediately. ”

The doctor walked into his office, waving his hand as he went: "No, no, no, now the patient can't talk anymore, it's too dangerous to talk too much." ”

Han Ding said: "He can not speak, I will show him this, and he will just nod and sign." ”

The doctor glared and said, "You see him like that, can you still sign it?" ”

Han Ding said: "I think I can." ”

The doctor said: "Now try not to excite the patient, he must be quiet now, you toss him so much, in case the condition deteriorates, are you responsible?" ”

Han Ding said: "In case he dies, his relatives and the people in his unit are not there now, and there will be a dispute over the will in the future, will you be responsible?" In the future, when they quarrel, I let them find you, okay? ”

The emergency room was heavily grounded, and the word "quiet" was written in large letters on the wall, so their arguments were silenced. But an elderly female doctor in the doctor's office could still see that something was wrong from their expressions. She walked out of the office separated by a large glass partition and asked what was going on, and both sides of the argument seemed to have found a referee, and so on and so forth, they scrambled to state their points and at the same time knew what was at stake. The female doctor seemed to be the male doctor's boss, and she whispered to the male doctor almost before she finished listening: "You take him there, let him be simple, and ...... while the patient is still awake" Han Ding also said this just now, but now from the female doctor's mouth, Han Ding actually chuckled in his heart, and he felt that there was a lot of bad luck. But he didn't have time to think about it, and followed the unhappy-looking male doctor back into the observation room.

In the observation room, Luo Baochun's eyes were still closed, and his face was pale. They walked to his bed, and Han Ding immediately spoke, calling Luo Baochun:

"Chairman Luo, Boss Luo!"

Luo Baochun didn't open his eyes and didn't answer.

Han Ding didn't dare to amplify his voice, and continued to call: "Boss Luo, I'm lawyer Han Ding!" ”

Luo Baochun's eyes slowly opened a slit. Han Ding hurriedly unfolded the blank paper on which he had written the sentence in front of his eyes, and said, "Mr. Luo, is this what you just told me?" ”

Luo Baochun's eyeballs really moved, stared at the piece of paper, looked at it for a while, and nodded slightly with his eyes. Han Ding and the male doctor both felt it—Luo Baochun was nodding.

Han Ding said: "Can you sign, I need you to sign on this, can you?" ”

The male doctor's attitude was quite cooperative, and in a voice louder than Han Ding, he also asked, "Can you sign?" ”

Luo Baochun still nodded with his eyes, Han Ding took a medical record folder under the male doctor's armpit, put the paper on it, put it in Luo Baochun's hand, and then put his pen through the gap between Luo Baochun's index finger and thumb. Luo Baochun took the pen in vain, stopped for a while, and actually trembled on the white paper where only that sentence was written, crookedly, trembling, wandering dragons and phoenixes, as if writing a book from heaven, and wrote "Luo Baochun" three unrecognizable big characters.

Han Ding was relieved.

He and the male doctor walked out of the observation room, folded the suicide note signed by Luo Baochun, and carefully put it into the purse, at this time the only thing he was worried about was Luo Baochun's safety. But the situation was not as bad as Han Ding imagined, before dark, Luo Baochun's condition finally stabilized and began to improve, and various indicators such as blood pressure and heart rate gradually approached normal values. Han Ding never left the hospital, and Director Wang also returned to the emergency room after making an unknown number of calls. The director of the Baochun Pharmaceutical Factory, a middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual wearing glasses, also brought a few cadres from the factory, and as soon as he arrived at the hospital, Director Wang led the doctor to ask about the situation, and the rest were waiting outside the emergency room. Han Ding and these people don't know each other, and they don't talk to each other. He didn't tell anyone about Luo Baochun's last words. Because from the doctor's tone, Luo Baochun didn't seem to have a big problem, and the expressions of the factory director and Director Wang after they came back from talking with the doctor also seemed to tell everyone that the danger had passed and everything would be fine. However, according to the doctor's opinion, Luo Baochun still needs to stay in the observation room for one night, and then he can be transferred to the ward the next day. Director Wang has already contacted Luo Jingjing, Luo Baochun's daughter who is far away in Nanjing, and according to him, if Luo Jingjing can buy a plane ticket, she will rush back tonight. Han Ding thought that if everything was normal, there would be no need to show the will.

After dark, the director of the pharmaceutical factory arranged for two cadres to stay on duty in turn, just in case something happened to keep in touch with the factory leaders at any time, and the rest, including him and Director Wang, went home to eat and rest. Although Han Ding was eager to stay—because he might see Luo Jingjing who had returned from Nanjing in the evening—there seemed to be no reason to stay. After talking to Lao Lin on the phone on his mobile phone, he left the hospital with everyone and went back to the hotel.

In the evening, Lao Lin's old classmate who was a criminal policeman in the Pingling Public Security Bureau drove to the hotel, and he had to take Lao Lin and Han Ding out for dinner. Lao Lin caught a little cold in the court during the day, and his body was cold, so his old classmate dragged them to a nearby Sichuan restaurant to eat hot pot, which made Lao Lin sweat. Lao Lin's classmate's surname is Yao, his name is Yao Dawei, his appearance and name are very matched, he was born both Sven and literate, and tall and big, although he has been a police officer in the Pingling Public Security Bureau for 20 years, but he only got a second-in-command position in a detachment of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and he is regarded as a deputy section-level cadre. However, although this Yao Dawei's position is not big, his tone is not small, so that Lao Lin can find him if he has any difficulties, and there is nothing uneven in Pingling. Lao Lin asked him: "Is there any progress in the case of Siping's murder?" Can it be broken or not? Yao Dawei didn't know if he drank too much and praised Haikou or was really sure, and said with a smile: "This kind of case, nine times out of ten, it was done by insiders, and it is easy to solve!" Lao Lin asked, "Is there a clue?" Yao Dawei said: "The person has been on the right number for a long time, but he hasn't caught it yet." This morning, I went to the house of Professor Liang of the Pingling Institute of Biological Products to collect evidence, Professor Liang was a special expert of the Baochun Pharmaceutical Factory, and Siping worked as an hourly worker at Liang's house before his death. Yao Dawei's words came to an abrupt end, it can be seen that his alcohol consumption is far from bottoming out, although he has a red face, but he has not leaked too much of the case, and he took the initiative to change the topic without waiting for Lao Lin to ask again, and asked Lao Lin to go to the Yellow Crane Lake Scenic Area to play together after finishing his work. Lao Lin also understood the rules and stopped asking, and clinked glasses with Yao Dawei and said, "Okay, I'm having this interest." ”

Before the meal was finished, Yao Dawei was called away by a phone call, Han Ding heard that there was an emergency in the case and had to deal with it immediately, and he thought that it was really hard to work as a public security officer. After Yao Dawei left, there were only two people in front of the leftovers, he took out the will signed by Luo Baochun and showed it to Lao Lin. Lao Lin didn't say anything, but just expressed some disapproving views on Luo Baochun's attitude during the court mediation today, or complained, which was also a helpless tone. Lao Lin said: "With the temper of a boss like Luo Baochun, that is, he was discharged from the hospital this time, and if the court judgment is unfavorable to him in the future, he will still have to die of anger!" ”

Before the voice fell, Lao Lin's mobile phone rang, and it was Director Wang calling. Lao Lin answered the phone, and responded to Director Wang with a big call with his cold nose, "Uh-huh, oh-oh", and finally said "Okay, see you tomorrow", and hung up the phone. He lowered his head and took a sip of hot soup, then slowly raised his head and said to Han Ding:

"Luo Baochun has passed away."

Han Ding was chewing on a mouthful of vermicelli, and the wisp of vermicelli was half in and half out of his mouth, and he said in a daze: "Huh? ”

Lao Lin lowered his head to drink the soup and stopped talking, as if Luo Baochun was cursed to death by what he said just now, as if his mouth was not lucky tonight. He didn't speak, Han Ding didn't speak, they finished their meal silently, and returned to the hotel, Han Ding turned on the TV and wanted to watch the news, and saw that Lao Lin didn't even wash his head and fell asleep, so he turned off the TV and went to bed like him.

Han Ding couldn't sleep in the first half of the night, thinking about Luo Baochun's death, it was so sudden, a man who was so impassioned and red-faced a few hours ago, but now he has passed away and gone back to another world. Han Ding is young, this is the first time he has personally felt the fragility and impermanence of life, and he inevitably sighs repeatedly in the bed. But more is to sigh Luo Baochun's baby daughter Luo Jingjing, who has just grown up and has no relatives and no support, and has a net worth of hundreds of millions and a well-known company just after entering the society, such a girl, I don't know what kind of life should I have in the future? Will she continue to be her model, or will she inherit her father's business and sit on the throne of the chairman of Baochun Pharmaceutical Company? Will she, the new owner, be the king of her father's corporate kingdom and dominate like her father? Han Ding thought like this, thinking that he had fallen asleep in the second half of the night. I just slept for a while and it was dawn. Lao Lin next to him saw him turn over, so he called him: "Han Ding! Han Ding agreed in a daze: "Huh? Lao Lin's voice was hoarse, and he said weakly: "You ask the waiter for a quilt again, I'm a little cold." ”

Han Ding got up, called the waiter to ask for a quilt, and after making the call, he pressed his quilt on Lao Lin first, and touched Lao Lin's forehead, which was so hot that his forehead was hot.

Han Ding said, "You have a fever! ”

When Han Ding helped Lao Lin to rush to the hospital, the hospital was not yet working, and they went to the emergency department. The doctor gave Lao Lin an injection and arranged for Lao Lin to be hospitalized. After settling down in Lao Lin's ward and watching Lao Lin fall asleep, Han Ding used his mobile phone to call the head of the institute to report the situation: 1. The person concerned is dead. Second, Lao Lin is sick. 3. What should he do now? The head of the office asked Han Ding to stay in Pingling to take care of Lao Lin first, and if the court and the plaintiff have any statement about the case, or if the pharmaceutical factory has any new attitude, report it in time.

As soon as I finished calling from Beijing, Director Wang of the pharmaceutical company called in. said that he would come and pick them up and take them to Luo Baochun's villa. Director Wang said: "Luo Jingjing rushed back from Nanjing last night and has already seen her father's body. This morning, the leaders of the factory also went over and went to Mr. Luo's house to discuss the future, including how to deal with the case next. ”

Han Ding asked, "Is Luo Jingjing here this morning?" ”

Director Wang said on the phone: "Of course, what's wrong?" ”

Han Ding said, "I'll go and talk about it, I also have something to look for you." ”

When Han Ding walked out of the hospital, the wind was blowing in the sky, and he stood in the wind for ten minutes before Director Wang drove the car over. They went out of the city in the same car, and when they arrived at Luo Baochun's villa in Yellow Crane Lake, they saw that two cars had been parked at the door of the villa. The winter sun was just shining on the secluded lake, and when they walked into the living room of the villa, the sunlight was streaming through the slender old-fashioned windows. The room was a mess, and everyone's faces were bathed in sunlight, but they were all lifeless like wax figures.

Han Ding looked around, the living room was full of men, and he didn't wait for them to say hello before asking, "Is Luo Jingjing there?" I have something to see her. ”

There was no one in the room for a moment, and after a few seconds, the director of the pharmaceutical factory asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Han Ding hated him a little as soon as he saw the bespectacled factory director yesterday, and he couldn't explain the reason, but he always felt that he was a bit of a villain. He wanted to say solemnly: "I want to announce Luo Baochun's will to her and to you, from today onwards, all the movable and immovable property of Baochun Pharmaceutical Factory and Luo Baochun will be owned by Luo Jingjing!" But when the words came to his lips, he stopped them again and did not say anything. He had an instinctive wariness of the strange men in this room, who knew if they were a loyal man who could be trusted to be alone, or a traitor who wanted to abolish his lord and stand on his own and replace him?

So he tried his best to say quietly: "Luo Baochun had a few words to tell his daughter when he was awake yesterday, and I want to tell her." ”

The factory director turned his face and whispered to one of his subordinates: "You go and see if she is better." ”

The men went to the study next door. The factory director disdained to talk to Han Ding too much, and turned his face to ask Director Wang: "What about Lawyer Lin?" ”

Director Wang hurriedly replied: "I'm sick, I'm in the hospital." ”

"Oh." The factory director nodded, and also walked towards the study, walked a few steps and turned his head to look at Han Ding, his demeanor became more friendly, and said: "Mr. Luo left more suddenly, his daughter can't accept it emotionally for a while, after all, this is her only relative, if it stimulates her feelings too much, it's better to wait a few days." Come along. ”

He led Han Ding into the study, which looked even more ancient than the living room, with dark wood panels on all four walls, fixed bookshelves, and intricate wood carvings in the corners. The curtains were ajar, the light was half-bright, and everyone's face looked half-light and half-dark because of it. But as soon as Han Ding walked into this dim study, he still found the center at a glance - in the middle of the study, behind an old-fashioned writing desk, sat a girl, her face was dirty from crying, her hair was messy, her expression was haggard and trance, but her face was still dazzling. Beside her, the old nanny of the Luo family and another middle-aged woman with kind eyes stood beside her, who were persuading her. Seeing someone coming in, the girl raised her eyes and stared at Han Ding among the four or five men who walked into the study at the same time. Maybe because he's the strangest, maybe he's the youngest, maybe because he's clearly the main character in this group.

Han Ding and Luo Jingjing looked at each other for a moment, and then he opened his mouth and asked, "Are you Luo Jingjing?" ”

Luo Jingjing didn't answer, and continued to look at him with some confusion in her eyes. The nanny and the middle-aged woman also looked up at him, and the men who came in with him all looked at him.

Han Ding continued: "I am Han Ding, a lawyer from Beijing Zhongya Law Firm, and before your father died, there was a will signed by him, and I will now read it to everyone present in front of you!" ”