After Song Weiping and Luo Zhishu made such a fuss, Mo Ziqian couldn't help but want to play tricks on Xiang Schumann again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, 'jealous', your name is a woman! This is what Shakespeare said, what he said is really the best thing!" Mo Ziqian sat in the back row and looked at Xiang Schumann with slanted eyes.

"You...... You are less stinky and beautiful!" Xiang Schumann glared at Mo Ziqian fiercely.

"Okay, you two, should you go back to Yuncheng directly or buy some things? Anyway, it's still early! Xiao Xiang, you say, go back first or go shopping!" Song Weiping thought that if he asked two people together, it would be difficult to unify their opinions, so it would be better to ask Xiang Schumann directly.

"I want to buy some clothes!"

"Okay, let's park the car here first, for an hour, we came here to concentrate, I also buy something, it's inconvenient to take the car out, it's hard to find a parking space!"

"I slept in the car, I was tortured by someone last night, and now I am dozing off!" Mo Ziqian looked at Xiang Schumann with a blank look, then crossed his hands on each other, pillowed behind his head, spread his legs, and leaned comfortably on the seat.

Hearing this, Xiang Schumann didn't quarrel with Mo Ziqian, and after a while, the depiction became darker and darker.

"Then I'll accompany Song Zhen for a walk, Xiao Mo, then you are in the car, the car key is still inserted, remember to pull out the key when you go out!" Luo Zhishu also got out of the car.

Mo Ziqian didn't go with them, he really didn't want to go shopping, and he was most afraid of shopping, especially with women.

Time passed slowly, Mo Ziqian pretended to sleep in the car, now it was ten o'clock, the temperature began to rise, fortunately Mo Ziqian and their parking place was in the corner of the wall, not exposed to the sun, otherwise he would not have stayed in the car for long.

Provincial Inpatient Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, in the monitoring room.

"It's him!" Lin Tianzhong stared at the screen on the monitoring table, which was Mo Ziqian and Song Zhen standing at the entrance of the inpatient department.

"It should be him, that's right, the clothes, shoes, and pants are all on the right number!" Yang Qingfeng said staring at the picture.

Lin Yuxin on the side was also looking at the screen on the monitoring table from the side, and saw three men and one woman, especially the man, how to look at it became more and more familiar.

"Is it him?" Lin Yuxin looked at the picture strangely, turned her head to look at her father, and asked, "Dad, what are you looking for him?"

"Xin'er, do you know him?"

"A disciple of Deng, he was teasing me just now! Dad, you continue to watch the picture. Lin Yuxin pursed her mouth.

The monitoring screen continued to play, and then, Lin Yuxin appeared in the picture.

"Hey, it's Xin'er...... Why are you down there?"

"Just now, Sister Hong and I went down to look for you, and we ran into him, what are you looking for him?" Lin Yuxin was very strange, how could a disciple attract his father's attention.

"Did he tell you anything?" Lin Tianzhong looked at the picture and saw Mo Ziqian come up to talk to Lin Yuxin, so he asked.

"Didn't say anything...... Oh, by the way, he seems to say, maybe he can help us, what can he do to help! Dad, did he know who you are, deliberately approached you, and then ...... Don't believe him, there are a lot of charlatans like this, be careful of being deceived!" Lin Yuxin said vigilantly.

Hearing this, Lin Tianzhong and Yang Qingfeng couldn't help but look at each other, it wouldn't be like Xin'er said, but just now on the roof of the building, they suddenly disappeared, what was going on, and how to explain it?

"Are we too sensitive?" Yang Qingfeng glanced at his old friend, and after listening to Lin Yuxin's words, the two of them were a little shaken in their hearts.

Hey, after living for such a long time, I still believe that there are strange people and strange things in this world? Is it because my desire to survive is too strong, or I can't let go of everything in front of me? Lin Tianzhong shook his head.

"Do you want to see it?" Lao Lin!" Yang Qingfeng asked.

"I'm curious if he's going to cough up...... What are they doing in the hospital, and what are the patients the four of them coming to see in the hospital?"

"Okay, I'll rewind the picture and take a look, the four of them are together, it shouldn't be difficult to find!" Yang Qingfeng, holding the mouse, switched from one camera to another, and slowly screened ......

"Hey, I went to the neurology department, the first intensive care unit, but I don't know which patient came to visit, so I had to ask the neurology department to find out. Yang Qingfeng's eyes widened.

"It's supposed to be to see the patient, let's go. Lin Tianzhong looked at it for a long time and didn't see anything.

However, when they turned the surveillance footage back to the normal recording state, they saw that the corridors of the neurology department and the intensive care area were crowded with people, mostly doctors and nurses, and a small number of patients' family members.

"What's going on?" Yang Qingfeng frowned, this neurology department is one of the departments he is in charge of, although he is not the attending physician of this department, but he can't let anything happen here, let alone any medical accidents, so Yang Qingfeng called the attending physician.

"Your neurology department, what's going on, the aisles are crowded with people!" Yang Qingfeng said in a somewhat blaming tone, this is a provincial hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, a tertiary hospital, not a small local hospital, the media from all sides are paying attention to it all the time, and if you are not careful, the newspaper network is flying all over the sky.

"Ahh

"Woke up? Ward 2? Isn't it a patient with a cerebral hemorrhage? Hospitalization for more than ten days, isn't it all the time in a coma?" Yang Qingfeng said to himself, he remembered that there was such a patient in his impression, not that this patient impressed him, but the patient's family, who guarded his wife all day long, and slept directly on the chair in the aisle at night, for more than ten days, which made him very moved, and he also talked to this family, so because of this person, he remembered the patient lying in the intensive care unit.

Yang Qingfeng was silent for a while, and then looked at his old friend.

"You go and see for yourself what's going on!" Two old friends, who have been friends for decades, can see what each other is thinking in their hearts with a look.

"Okay, then do you go to the ward first, or my office?"

"Go to your office, I'll wait for you!"

What the two of them said was something that only they could understand, and the others could hear it in a fog.

......

Thirty minutes later.

Yang Qingfeng appeared in his office, there were Lin Tianzhong in the office, Lin Tianzhong's lover Yang Rong, and his daughter Lin Yuxin, as for Secretary Chen Hong, he had already gone out.

"How is it, old friend!" Lin Tianzhong was also a little tired, and now he was a little weak to speak.

"I suggest, call him, the number is here!" Yang Qingfeng handed out a small note, which was Mo Ziqian's number.