1:53 p.m.

Because of the particularity of saving people, Li Yan did not bring a photographer anymore, and after approval, a pinhole camera was installed on her body.

Lin Ziqing turned on the computer and did the final foolproof confirmation work.

The scene of the press conference.

All the people were there, the door to the venue was suddenly pushed open, and the blinding flashing lights on the cameras were already frantically lit.

As the security guards in suits on both sides opened the way, a slightly older middle-aged man slowly walked in under the watchful eye of everyone.

He walked slowly, with solemnity and solemnity, and finally reached the middle of the press platform, raised a kind and charitable smile towards the end, and sat down.

Li Ningru, who was backstage at the venue, just hung up her phone.

An An, who was sitting in Li Ningru's arms, raised her head and asked curiously, "Sister, who are you talking to on the phone!"

An An's lips were finally a little rosy, but his eyes were dark, and his big eyes were full of haggard and tired.

Li Ningru couldn't help but tighten the person in her arms, rubbed his somewhat cold cheeks affectionately, and said gently, "It's my sister's friend."

"My sister has a lot of friends in the past two days!" An An asked innocently, with an envious look.

"When An An is fully recovered, you can make a lot of friends in school!" Li Ningru pinched the dry flesh on his face.

"Really?" An Anhu asked suspiciously, he felt more tired in the past two days than before the operation, and he almost felt that he had no chance to go to school.

"Really, when did my sister lie to you!" Li Ningru's eyebrows were straight.

An An immediately flattered and showed a sweet smile, nesting in Li Ningru's arms and sprinkling coquettishness.

One hundred fifty-eight.

Jiang Futing also hung up the phone in his hand.

The sound of Li Yan and the station tuning audio and signals was heard all the time.

"I'm ready on my side, let's start the pre-broadcast over there...... Good. ”

Li Yan turned around and made an OK gesture to the other three people in the car.

Lin Ziqing stared at the time of the computer and began to prepare for his first wave.

Jiang Futing and Bai Tang got out of the car quietly and gently closed the car door.

At the same time.

There were many men and women with red eyes standing outside Huaxia International Hospital, although they didn't know each other, they had the same thing in common, they carried the same kind of grief, sadness, anger and hatred.

The men gradually gathered around and slowly walked towards the outpatient hall.

No one knows what kind of monstrous changes are gathering momentum at this moment.

One hundred fifty-nine.

All the lights at the press conference were suddenly turned on, all the light sources were focused on the press table, which was white and swaying, and the cameras were all in place and focused on Song Minghui who was sitting in the middle.

In addition to the people on the stage, the reporters in the audience also sat upright and took the content of this work seriously.

At this time, the secretary who had been standing on the side of the stage suddenly stepped forward and whispered something in Song Minghui's ear with a solemn expression.

Song Minghui held the microphone in front of him and listened

His expression changed suddenly.

He groaned, his eyes firm, and then said to the secretary next to him, "Let Jiang Dong press it first, and the plan will not change." ”

The secretary nodded, carefully stepped aside, and seemed to be seriously admonishing something on the phone.

Two o'clock.

The entrance of the Seventh Affiliated Hospital.

Jiang Futing was leading Bai Tang to stride towards the gate with his head held high, his expressionless face was not angry and arrogant.

Li Yan behind him followed closely, and the hidden pinhole camera on her body had been connected to the live broadcast channel at the same time and in the station: "Audience and friends in front of the TV, good afternoon!" I'm a reporter from Huaxia Daily, Li Yan. ”

"According to insiders, the chairman of the Jiang Group and Mrs. Jiang were privately detained in the Seventh Affiliated Hospital of Huaxia International by unknown persons, and when our newspaper received a report from a mysterious person, it decided to sneak in for the first time to broadcast the report, and this report will continue until the hostages are rescued, please continue to pay attention to the follow-up content!"

With Huaxia Terrace. While the unique live content screen was broadcast on the screen, the pictures of other major websites and large and small TV stations were all gathered at the press conference.

This clarification is not only of great significance to Song Minghui, but also determines the life and death of the Song Group to a certain extent.

As a leading technology enterprise in China, Song's Group also represents the core values of most of today's social enterprises and the personality of most capitalists.

It is a product of this society, creating the largest charitable foundation in China, collecting a large number of information and donations from the children who have been helped, and every penny in the donation is the support of the children who are forced to the end of their lives, and the huge amount of funds is even no less than the amount of funds of an investment institution.

At the moment when the time came, Song Minghui slowly stood up and bowed solemnly to the camera: "Hello everyone, the audience in front of the screen!" I am the Chairman of the Song Group, Song Minghui, and thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to watch our press conference. Recently, there are unknown people in the society who have frequently maliciously smeared our company and used our foundation as a rumor. ”

"Our Yuanheng Charity Foundation has been established for nearly eight years, during which we have actively responded to the government's call and devoted ourselves to the construction of charity." Song Minghui said with a straight face and a high-sounding voice.

He spoke loudly, and his face was filled with righteous indignation in response to the doubts of the outside world: "In the past eight years, we have built nearly 100 primary and secondary schools in poor mountainous areas!" In addition to children with heart disease and children with various congenital problems, the total number of children we help is tens of thousands! In eight years, the total amount of philanthropy in all aspects has exceeded 1 billion! ”

His eloquent and moving words touched everyone watching the live broadcast.

When Jiang Futing entered the hospital lobby, the LCD screens in the waiting area and lounge were broadcasting Song Minghui's passionate speech live at the moment, and the camera of the live broadcast would occasionally sweep over other reporters who were listening carefully.

Most of the people have been moved by his affectionate words, and some reporters who have entered the camera have listened to it all

was engrossed, and even some of them had red eyes.

"I don't know what the purpose of these rumors is! But I know that if a charitable foundation is really so unbearable, how can it survive under public scrutiny for eight years? How could it be possible to help so many recipients! I know the truth of the tree, and I also know that in the face of huge interests, it is inevitable that people can't withstand the temptation, maybe some people in our internal because of greed, because of their own selfish desires, swallowed a lot of donations! ”

"We have specially asked the audit of the four major accounting firms to verify these things, if there is really any problem, we will definitely not run away from the problem, everything is handled in accordance with the law! The vacant funds, our Song family will fill them by ourselves, and make announcements at all times! ”

Jiang Futing listened to Song Minghui's voice from the TV screens in all directions in his ears, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a mocking smile.

He followed Bai Tang into the special inpatient department.

The Seventh Affiliated Hospital is the best psychiatric hospital in the city, including the inpatient department set up in separate areas, with mild and non-aggressive patients in the general inpatient department, and serious patients with severe mood swings in the special inpatient department.

The requirements for visiting patients in special inpatient units are also very strict, and no more than three family members of a patient can visit at the same time. There are also strict time requirements, and each visit requires a clear confirmation of the identity of the family member at the nurse's desk on the first floor before they are allowed to enter.

Jiang Futing looked at the nurse's desk in front of him, which was strictly guarded, and grabbed Bai Tang, who was about to go forward: "Are you sure this is it?" ”

"Yes." Bai Tang turned around and nodded as a matter of course.

"You can't just go in." Jiang Futing observed the very strict process of visiting the patient at the door, and said in a deep voice: "You need to register your name and time when you go in." ”

Only then did Bai Tang notice that there were many people queuing up at the nurse's desk, frowning and complaining, "Why is it so troublesome!" ”

Jiang Futing looked back at Li Yan, who was carefully photographing her surroundings, and gave her a look, signaling that as a reporter, she had no permission to enter this kind of place.

Li Yan shook her head helplessly, the places where reporters can enter and exit are also limited, and most public places can enter and exit with permits, not to mention that the hospital is relatively special, and permission is required for honest interviews, not to mention that she came here this time or made an unannounced visit.

Jiang Futing stood aside and observed the workflow of the nurse's desk for a few minutes, his current name must not be written, he has been issued a death certificate by the hospital, and he is a dead person in the public eye, not to mention that it is difficult to guarantee that the nurse standing at this time is not a person carefully arranged by the Jiang family.

"If that really doesn't work-" Bai Tang said thoughtfully, glanced at Jiang Futing, and whispered in his ear: "If the electricity is stopped for a few minutes or something, it shouldn't be a big deal." ”

Jiang Futing's expression darkened at Bai Tang's casual peach blossom eyes, he thought for a while, and watched the progress of the press conference on the TV in the hall.

Many people at the scene have been completely brainwashed, and most of the reporters and cameramen are on Song Minghui's side at the moment.

Although this method was a little disgraceful, after half a minute, he still made up his mind

Heart: "Okay. ”

After Bai Tang asked for his consent, he rubbed his fingers, and people who didn't know would only think that he had something dirty on his hands, and he was rubbing it sloppily.

Jiang Futing clearly saw that between Bai Tang's two fingers, a curling black gas continued to float out, and the rich black gas spread throughout the hall on the first floor, like a fog, covering every corner.

The power supply in the place where the black gas touched seemed to be short-circuited, and there were two sparks, and then the power supply of the entire inpatient building was suddenly extinguished.

The bright space suddenly became a little dark.

"What's going on? Why did the power suddenly run out? ”

"See if it's tripping or what's wrong?"

"It's not just the lights, but the machine on my side is out of power, and the electricity for my work here is pulled separately!"

"Find someone to see if the main gate has dropped!"

"Families, I'm really sorry, because of the unexpected power outage, the afternoon visit can only be canceled, if you want to see a patient, come back tomorrow morning!" The little nurse at the nurse's desk couldn't figure out the computer in front of her for a long time, so she could only say apologetically to the people in line.

(End of chapter)