The hesitation on Song Minghui's face gradually condensed into a look of pain and worry, he didn't care about the current situation of the press conference, threw down the microphone, and hurriedly ran away.

His steps were unusually messy, and the uneasiness on his face completely overshadowed the thoughts ahead.

Everyone only saw Song Minghui suddenly act and leave in a hurry.

"Chairman Song?! You haven't answered the question yet, Chairman Song! ”

"What's going on? Is there an emergency in the group's internal affairs? ”

"Is it a serious accounting problem that the Foundation has been audited for?!"

Song Minghui didn't care about the unfounded suspicions of these reporters at all, and quickly left the scene. But the live broadcast of the press conference did not end, Song Minghui's face was nervous like this, this is unprecedented, something big must have happened!

The vast majority of reporters directly followed Song Minghui's direction to shoot all the way.

Jiang Futing in front of the computer guessed something, and looked at the person who was smiling sarcastically at the computer: "Let's go too, go to Huaxia International Hospital." ”

"Okay." Lin Ziqing responded, and immediately stepped on the accelerator happily.

Jiang Futing turned his head to Bai Tang, who was still playing with his mobile phone, and said, "Mr. Bai." ”

The person leaning in the seat raised his eyes and seemed to respond unwillingly, "Yes." ”

"It's up to you." Jiang Futing didn't think too much, but when he was tired again, he continued to speak.

When they arrived at the parking space at the entrance of the hospital, they saw a group of people gathered at the gate from a distance, and the live broadcast screen on the computer had already switched to the entrance of the hospital one step ahead of them.

The grieving cries of women and men kept coming from distant car windows and in the video, mingling with each other.

These voices, with their desolate and painful screams, rang out in the ears of everyone in the car.

Lin Jin had just experienced the pain of almost losing her son, and she had just come out of the emotions of losing and regaining, and the shouts of the crowd outside at this moment were more likely to cause her to touch the scene.

"Give me back my son! Give back my son! Ms. Meng huddled at the front of the crowd, howling in mourning. You killed my son, you killed it with your own hands! ”

"Don't talk nonsense! We are a hospital here, how can we kill people casually! A group of nurses and security guards panicked to stop the crowd in front of them.

These people are all families who had signed up for the Foundation's surgery at the beginning of the year, at least a dozen families, and there are dozens of people in total, and there are only ten more security guards who can stop them, and this will have been a whole trouble for more than half an hour, and they are exhausted.

"If you don't believe it, you can see it with your own eyes, this is evidence that I have secretly collected for nearly a whole year!" Ms. Meng couldn't stop gasping, took out the evidence that Jiang Futing gave her before, and showed it to the other people present on the side.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed reporter just interjected, and reacted quickly to let the camera point the lens on Ms. Meng.

"What do you mean by hospital killings?" The reporter asked quickly.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the little nurse asked the security guard to quickly push the reporter away and scolded:

"This is the hospital, did you have the consent of the hospital for the interview? Don't influence other people's medical treatment here!"

The reporter was not afraid to question her at all, and reprimanded: "First of all, this is outside the hospital, and I haven't entered the outpatient clinic yet, so it won't affect anyone's entry and exit, and secondly, I am seeking justice for the victims' families. ”

"She's influencing our order! Can you afford to delay other patients' medical treatment? The little nurse said encouragingly.

"Really? So what I just heard them say about their own child dying in this hospital, are you responsible? The reporter continued to ask sharply.

"That's their nonsense!" The nurse exclaimed angrily.

The reporter couldn't help but sneer after hearing this, and looked at her sharply: "One person is talking nonsense, is it possible that dozens of people are talking nonsense?" ”

The little nurse was suddenly choked by his words, and her face turned red and her ears were red, and she couldn't squeak.

The reporter ignored her, turned around and spoke a lot more kindly, and said softly to Ms. Meng: "You say, what have you experienced in this hospital?" ”

Ms. Meng relieved her breath, rubbed her red and swollen eyes, and then said sadly: "My son's name is Lu Hao." I was born with congenital heart disease, I applied for the Yuanheng Charity Fund at the beginning of the year, at that time the foundation promised to give our son surgery, the week before the operation was fine, no illness, but the night before the operation, the doctor told me that he suddenly died of heart failure! ”

Her fingers trembled and she flipped through the contents of the phone to him, "You see this is the information I finally collected, this is the medicine prescribed by the doctor behind our back, we didn't know these things at the time!" ”

The camera moved along her crying heart-rending face to her mobile phone, and in the case list taken on her mobile phone, the attending doctor was Gao Changzhou's name.

The reporter suddenly thought of something and asked, "Your son's attending doctor is Gao Changzhou?" ”

Ms. Meng nodded incessantly, and then looked at the other victims' families who were surrounded by water, and all of them had the same look in their eyes.

It was the same painful struggle after learning the truth as her, as well as guilt and remorse.

Not only do they hate the hospital, but they also hate themselves, and it is their own ignorance and simplicity that push their most cherished people into the abyss.

They also have their own inalienable responsibilities, and the more they feel like this, the more guilty they feel and the more painful they are.

As if plunged into a never-ending hell, their souls were constantly roasted by the scorching flames.

Most of these people have lost the brilliance of life, and the gray and tightly wraps their bodies, and the onlookers on the side are breathless.

"These people are just like me." Ms. Meng choked up, looked at the reporter with a hint of hope, and prayed with some sadness: "We don't ask for anything else, we just want to ask for an explanation, we just want to hear the truth with our own ears." ”

"yes!" A man behind him had already disintegrated his proper temperament, leaving only an insignificant begging pity: "Whose child?"

The son is not the flesh of his own heart, the first second is fine, and the next second is gone! My daughter was arguing with me that morning about eating meatloaf, and she said she wanted a Barbie doll too! ”

The man said and touched his reddened eyes and sniffed: "As a result, it turned out that this person said no in the afternoon and it was gone!" I was thinking about her all my dreams, and I always felt like my daughters weren't dead, and they must be lying to me! How can you say that death is death! ”

"We're not here to ask for money! We just want to know what's going on! The person behind him said in grief.

"Just let us in, give us the truth, don't let people die unclean!"

"That's it!"

At this moment, even the nurses and security guards who stopped them looked a little hesitant, but due to the regulations of the hospital, they did not have the right to let people in casually.

At this time, the outermost part of the crowd didn't know who shouted excitedly: "Chairman Song is here!" ”

"It's really Chairman Song!"

The reporter who just asked the question quickly squeezed in front of Song Minghui and asked, "Chairman Song, you should have heard what these people said in the distance just now, is what these people said true?" These family members are just ordinary people, they just want to know the truth. ”

Song Minghui lowered his head, and the secretary on the side tightly protected him, and pushed away the people who were around them rudely, and said in a loud voice: "Let me go, Song Dong is in a hurry now, and it is inconvenient to be interviewed!" ”

Although Song Minghui hid it tightly under the support of his secretary, his pale face that was haggard in an instant was still recorded by countless flashing lights.

The reporters who followed from the press conference behind him kept shooting like a kraft candy that couldn't be shaken off.

"Chairman Song, it's just a matter of one sentence, they just need a simple truth! Why don't you say it? The reporter still persistently asked.

The secretary on the side turned his head and glared at the reporter impatiently, and then directly and savagely pushed the person down, ignoring the crowd behind him who was agitated, and hurriedly escorted Song Minghui into the hospital.

Jiang Futing indifferently looked at the live broadcast in the video and laughed coldly.

This familiar picture impressed him deeply, just like the picture when he attended Chen Jianan's funeral.

The pain that was once experienced on innocent people is now being doubled from Song Minghui's fulfillment.

Several people in the car looked at the noisy scene outside the outpatient clinic with some embarrassment, and the crowd of people who were asking for explanations did not leave because Song Minghui got into the hospital, and still stood outside with unwilling faces, expecting him to give an explanation in person.

For a while, the small space fell into a dull atmosphere, until the car suddenly rang with the continuous ringing of mobile phones.

The ringtone was unfamiliar to him, Jiang Futing turned his head to look at the source of the sound, Bai Tang was carelessly taking out his mobile phone, and the caller was shaking Jiang Futing's eyes, it was Song Minghui's.

After waiting for Jiang Futing's head, Bai Tang answered the phone and turned on the amplification, and there was an impatient panic over there

The voice: "Master Bai, please save my son!" My son is really dying! ”

The moment Bai Tang heard Song Minghui's voice, his easy-going peach blossom eyes were a lot more indifferent: "Mr. Song, I told you before that the cause of Song Gongzi's illness is that you have done too much evil, and these things themselves are not malicious, if one or two are fine, but you are too contaminated, it should be on your son's body." As long as you are willing to repent honestly and make up for them, there is still hope! ”

"Make it up? Make up for what! The voice on the phone screamed as if someone was stepping on the root of his life, and then turned his tone and pleaded weakly: "Master Bai! I just want you to save my son! As long as you can save it, I'll give you as much as you want! ”

"Mr. Song, do you still think it's a matter of money?" Bai Tang snorted coldly at the obsessed voice.

The voice on the phone suddenly choked and was quiet for a few seconds.

Seeing that there was no more sound over there, Bai Tang sighed in disappointment: "Then there is nothing you can do about it." ”

"Mr. Bai!"

(End of chapter)