How many red lights Mu Changqing ran and how many cars he overtook didn't even know himself, and when the car stopped steadily in front of the central hospital building, there were two traffic police motorcycles that stopped at the same time.

The two traffic policemen rushed up to stop Mu Changqing as fast as they could, "This gentleman, please show your ID card and driver's license." ”

Mu Changqing was irritated and threw his car keys directly to the traffic police, "I don't have time, you go in and find it yourself." ”

"Sir, please correct your attitude and cooperate with our work, the consequences of obstructing the work of the traffic police are very serious."

"My wife is crying, why do you want me to cooperate with you?"

"I'm sorry, but I ask for your cooperation."

Mu Changqing was blocked from the way, and he had no choice but to take out the phone and dial, "Bureau Liu, your people stopped me at the door of the inpatient department of the Central Hospital, yes, give you thirty seconds to transfer the person to me, my wife is still crying in the obstetrics and gynecology department, thirty seconds later, if something goes wrong with her, I want your entire traffic police department to be responsible." ”

Mu Changqing's aura was extremely strong, his voice was unprecedentedly cold, and his whole body exuded a dangerous black mist, like Satan who had just come out of hell.

With that, he hung up the phone and started the timer.

When the second hand of the watch on his wrist jumped five times, the walkie-talkie on the waists of the two traffic policemen rang, and then the thunderous voice of the director came, "You two speed up and let me go, you dare to stop the prince of the Mu family, don't want to live?" Give you three seconds to release the people, and the speed is !!! ”

"Director, we ......"

Traffic police officer No. 017 wanted to talk back, but the walkie-talkie was snatched by Mu Changqing, and said coldly: "Let them go back to work, you, roll over and help me look at the car." ”

After speaking, Mu Changqing dropped the walkie-talkie and ran into the building of the inpatient department.

The elevator in the hall on the first floor was already crowded with people, so Mu Changqing climbed the stairs directly, and when he climbed to the 15th floor like crazy, his hair was messy, and millions of sets of high-end custom suits became wrinkled, and he didn't know how embarrassed he was.

He called his son again, "I've arrived, where are you?" ”

Mu Libai on the other end of the phone said in a milky voice: "On this side of the East Building, at the end of the corridor." ”

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone for a while, Xiao Tuanzi saw his father rushing towards him, his little heart tightened, his father didn't lie to him, his father really came.

Seeing the man stop in front of him, Xiao Tuanzi raised his head slightly, and called out very politely and timidly, "Dad." ”

"Hmm," Mu Changqing lowered his eyes and replied lightly.

"The pretty aunt is inside, and she's still crying."

"I see."

From the day Mu Libai entered the gate of Mu's house, Mu Changqing left him to his grandparents to take care of, so in the past five years, they have basically only met once a week, and they haven't even said much, although they are father and son, their feelings are very rusty.

Fortunately, Mu Libai was taught very well by his grandparents, especially educated and polite.

Looking at his son's small figure, Mu Changqing had the urge to touch his little head for the first time in five years.

His hands were halfway outstretched, and Mu Libai was also looking forward to it, but in the end, he still didn't do that, but pushed open the door and went straight into the stairwell.