"Dr. Xu, please, I have found a good job now, I am an actor, I can make a lot of money. As long as you can promise to help my son with his treatment, I will definitely be able to pay for your medical expenses. Also, I have now successfully joined the medical laboratory of Qingdao University as an assistant researcher, although it is still far from your threshold, but I will definitely work hard. As long as I can meet the conditions for entering your institute, I will definitely serve you for life in the future, except for basic living expenses, I can work for the institute for free for life. Please, let me meet Professor Redkill! ”

In a room in the backyard of the Lawrence Institute in H, a woman is crying to a doctor.

At this moment, Zhan Lichuan was already asleep, and Jing Qian was about to go down to the secret room to see who that group of SBs was, but he heard the woman's voice.

When the door to the doctor's office is open, the sound is louder. Listening to the familiar voice, Jing Qian stopped.

"Miss Ling, it's not that I don't want to take you to see our deputy director, but every hospital has rules. Your child's disease is not an ordinary disease, and only we at Lawrence can be treated. But as you know, there are not 10,000 people who want to make an appointment with our director for surgery. Although we also want to save the child, there is more than one person waiting for our director to save his life, and there is more than one child. ”

"Miss Ling, what are you doing here? Hurry up. It's useless for you to die here on your knees. If I could have operated on your child, I would have done it for you. But I can't help it. ”

"Then will you take me to find Professor Hongji? Please. ”

Jing Qian listened to Dr. Xu's words, walked away, and then called Honglu.

"Ling Siqi is an actor in our crew, her son seems to have encountered a little difficulty, you can help her if you can help her."

"Yes."

The backyard of the Lawrence Institute is a large quadrangular courtyard with many rooms on each side.

Jing Qian walked to one of the rooms and pushed the door in, the people inside respectfully entered the password, and the position where they were standing quickly sank to the minus fourth floor.

This is a soundproofed darkroom.

There is an iron cage in the dark room, and the people who have just entered the Lawrence Institute and are holding guns to find Zhan Li Chuan are locked in the cage.

These people were hung on chains, their hands and feet were tied, and there was no good place on their bodies, drenched in blood, flesh and skin, and dying.

Outside the cage was a group of Tibetan mastiffs with mouthfuls of blood, all with red eyes. If it weren't for the barricades, this group of people who had no power to resist would probably have been gnawed to the point that there were no bones left.

Who would have thought that in a sacred place where lives are saved, there would be such a miserable purgatory?

Jing Qian looked at the people in the cage through an interrogation window and asked, "Did they explain anything?" ”

"It's just a group of gangsters, they are mixed with 5 A-level mercenaries, they make deals with people in the secret network, and the other party gives these 5 mercenaries 10 million, so that they can be on call at any time these days. Today, it was close to noon when they suddenly received the news, and they immediately left. ”

"When did you get the news?"

"11:45 p.m."

Jing Qian raised his lips.

It was 11:45 a.m. when she drove to the Lawrence Institute.