"Shut up!" Wu Mian got up and walked out, roaring in a deep voice.

In the hall on the first floor, a middle-aged rural woman in her fifties sat cross-legged on the ground, her hands clapping her knees and chest indiscriminately, and she howled dryly without tears.

This is the traditional skill of rural women in the surrounding provinces of Montenegro, and if they go to someone's house to scold someone, they will not be afraid to scold in this standard posture for a day and a night.

Of course, crying is also one of the skills. Some people's family members are not prosperous, and when they are mourning, they are invited to help howl and express their grief, which has formed a habit.

Wu Mian got up very angry, and finally fell asleep, and was howled, and was in a very bad mood. An angry roar startled the middle-aged woman, and she forgot to cry, and looked at her handsome offspring with a stunned eyebrow.

"Hey~hey~"

The people in the back had just come in from outside, and they didn't know what was going on, and eight young men walked in carrying a black solid wood coffin.

"Put it this way!" commanded a middle-aged man in a gray and choking black suit.

"What are you going to do!" Section Chief Duan's legs trembled, his eyes were dark and he looked at them, and asked with a stern expression.

"Old immortal, get out of the way!" said the middle-aged man in a suit disdainfully, "It's an empty coffin, fill it for me." You can see what to pretend! I don't care if it's money or people. ”

In the face of such a straightforward threat, Section Chief Duan almost ran out of urine.

Dealing with them this night, Section Chief Duan understood what Wu Mian meant by speaking at the meeting. Not only are there people from the village, but also outsiders give them advice, and the one in front of them is the one in charge.

This man is fierce and cunning, and he bites to death in millions of compensation.

The informed consent form became ironclad evidence, only signatures, and no words from the patient's family to write the words to give up the rescue, in their words, this is bullying the common people and not understanding.

Even in the end, the man in the suit in front of him took out a copy, and if he didn't agree at noon, he would forward it through various means.

Section Chief Duan immediately thought that Wu Mian had said that the matter would be sent to the New York Times...... When he saw this copy, Dean Zhou almost didn't have a heart attack.

Now, they have carried the coffin to the administrative building...... Everyone's hearts were under great pressure. As for these cloves of garlic in Bajingzi Township Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, all I think about every day is what vegetables to buy after work, and I feel that there is no need for intrigue in the hospital, who has ever seen this kind of formation.

If you don't let the money go, then let people in...... Are they soft or hard to hard?

Section Chief Duan's face was as if he had just come back from the ground, black and red, his hands trembling and he couldn't hold the cup steadily, and the tea was spilled all over his body and pants, as if he had urinated. Seeing the black coffin fall to the ground, he wanted to turn around and leave, but his legs were weak and he sat directly on the ground.

"That's all for now, don't be afraid, the patients you died of calamity are not in there. ”

Several young men put down the heavy coffin, and someone behind them began to set up the mourning hall again. The man in the suit patted the coffin with his hand and sneered, "Coffin coffin, get promoted and make a fortune, I wish all the bosses a promotion and a fortune." ”

"You're going to have to put something in it today. ”

Chu Zhixi was a little scared, she hugged Wu Mian's arm tightly. Wu Mian looked at the man in the suit indifferently, patted Chu Zhixi's hand, and said coldly, "Hold the bed and futon for me." ”

"Huh?"

The two staff members around him were stunned for a moment, and Chu Zhixi immediately said, "Is there a room in Section Chief Duan?"

"What?"

"Futon. ”

"Yes, I sometimes ...... Sometimes...... Sometimes......"

Section Chief Duan sat on the ground and stammered. Before he finished speaking, Chu Zhixi had already run over.

She didn't know what Wu Mian wanted the futon for, but what her brother wanted, she had to bring it as soon as possible.

The man in the suit was also stunned, just this hand, he walked all over the country, and he was not afraid after seeing it. What's going on today? Could it be that this handsome, sunglasses descendant is blind and doesn't know what's going on?

The atmosphere in the hall was depressing, and the people who were setting up the mourning hall behind the man in the suit didn't know what was going on, they were still busy in a mess.

Soon, Chu Zhixi came back with a futon.

Wu Mian took Chu Zhixi's futon, walked to the coffin, and kicked it. The thud startled everyone.

Although there are no dead people inside, the coffin is more or less taboo in everyone's hearts. Seeing the young man in a khaki trench coat, sunglasses and black lambskin gloves come to the coffin, he doesn't know what he is going to do.

Wu Mian tested the hardness, and then spread the mattress into it.

"It's all quiet!" Wu Mian looked coldly at the people who set up the mourning hall and said in a deep voice. Then he lay down in his arms.

He lay in!

He lay in!!

He lay in!!

The man in the suit had a vague guess, but when he saw Wu Mian lying in with his own eyes, the whole person was not good.

The horizontal ones are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned ones are afraid of dying.

used to be bloody and bloody, and the man in the suit was not a particularly awesome master, and those legendary awesome big brothers have long been beaten into the black and evil, and they are reflecting on their lives in prison.

The man in the suit is to scare and scare the group of people who have never seen the world in Bajingzi Township, and he is also cowardly when the bayonet is bloody.

Wu Mian lay in, tried the hardness and felt good, and comfortably pillowed the quilt.

"Brother......" Chu Zhixi whispered.

"It's okay, I'll sleep for a while. Wu Mian got up and was in a much better mood.

Over the years, he has actually gradually become accustomed to insomnia. It's just that Mr. Cheng's matter has been haunting his heart yesterday, which makes him feel a block, so he can vent it.

It's okay in the coffin, what if the lid is closed? Wu Mian suddenly thought.

This is equivalent to a separate space, can it increase the quality of sleep? Hypoxia is a problem, but it seems to be easy to solve. This is a hospital, and it is not difficult to get in by a random oxygen pipeline. Even if there is a difficulty, there is always an oxygen cylinder.

Thinking about it, Wu Mian felt a little sleepy.

He snorted, put his hands on his chest, and began to brew sleep.

Although the hall of the organ building is not large, there are more than 20 people standing. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.

The man in the suit secretly complained in his heart, what is the matter! There is still such a boss in the Bajingzi Township Hospital, why didn't he come out yesterday! If he had been there during the negotiations yesterday, the matter would have been resolved long ago.

The man in the suit scolded viciously in his heart.

Scolding and scolding, the man in the suit is really confused in his heart. In the past, I walked the rivers and lakes and saw all kinds of people, but I have never seen this kind of person who dared to lie down in a coffin and sleep.

What should I do next? Wu Mian lay down in the coffin and kicked the question to the other party.