Not long after Mei Qian was pushed into the ward, Ning Chi rushed over after hastily finishing the questioning, and also brought back Mei Qian's personal belongings that had been taken away.
When Maomao also came to the hospital, because Mei Qian refused to meet him, Zuan Yi and Gong Baihe, who were waiting outside the ward, also fled in disgrace under the hostile eyes of the little girl.
Maomao snorted coldly before adjusting his mood and slowly opened the door.
Mei Qian's infusion has not yet been completed, and two nurses are turning on the monitor and putting on the ventilator.
Maomao looked at Mei Qian's bloodless face, walked to Ning Chi with some worry, and asked in a low voice.
The latter didn't look very good and only handed over the doctor's diagnosis report.
In fact, Ning Chi was always in a state of confusion.
When he first received the news that his eldest brother had relapsed from an old injury and was hospitalized again, Ning Chi didn't believe it at all.
After all, he knew better, and that night he saw with his own eyes Mei Qian's inhuman speed and agility when he got out of the commercial vehicle.
What's more, the eldest brother also rescued Zhang Yu and others who were trapped underground.
These were enough to convince him that Mei Qian's injury would be fine even if it didn't heal.
But when I arrived at the hospital, I couldn't help but feel numb when I saw the miserable state of the man on the bed. I heard the description of the injuries from the doctor and understood the diagnosis, and my thoughts were shaken.
However, he admired Mei Qian even more in his heart. The eldest brother is the eldest brother. He could go to the grave to kill monsters despite such a serious injury, and he could survive for so many days afterwards. No one noticed that his injury was getting worse. Just this
His loyalty, courage and perseverance are unparalleled, he is a true man...
"How about you still fooling around? Do you feel guilty?" After the nurse left, Maomao immediately came to the bedside, wiped the sweat on the boss's head with a tissue, and complained distressedly.
"I'm fine. I will stay in the hospital this time. I won't leave until I recover." Mei Qian, who was wearing a ventilator, looked at Maomao who was about to cry and comforted her quickly.
Now, Mei Qian's lungs are indeed injured, but they are by no means as severe as the medical images show.
This was thanks to the last time he was hospitalized, which allowed Mei Qian, who took a chest X-ray even if he had nothing to do, to fully understand the structure of the lungs.
Even though his internal strength is only at the intermediate level, he can barely use it freely. He can still do it by using some tricks to shock his lungs without causing too much damage.
As for the pale face and cold sweat, half of it is just an act.
The other half…
He really didn't expect self-inflicted pain to be so painful...
Mei Qian actually doesn't like being hospitalized, and she doesn't want to listen to Maomao's complaints.
To be honest, if there was a better way, he would never use his internal strength to injure himself.
Staring at the closed camera, my first thought was to break free from the handcuffs and blast the man named Gong.
But he quickly calmed down and thought of this way to get out of his own troubles.
Because whether it was tomb robbing or murder, he didn't want to admit to these two crimes.
Although, when he came to the hospital, the police kept explaining to him that Gong Baihe was just testing him and making a joke.
He even had Ning Chi deliver the message before.
He ignored him at all. If he hadn't kept a back-up, he would still be handcuffed in the interrogation room.
If an ordinary person faced this kind of police and accidentally got hit, who knows what would happen?
No matter what the original purpose of the person named Gong was, to induce, force a confession, or even fabricate evidence, these malicious intentions are obvious.
Now that things have come to this, what’s the point of explaining?
He Mei can't just be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, right?
Maomao chatted with Mei Qian for a few words and then went to find a doctor.
After Mei Qian watched her leave, his expression changed slightly.
Just one month after he was hospitalized here last time, this socially awkward assistant had already become friends with most of the medical staff on this floor.
Although Mei Qian received some special care, he was also miserable.
Without him, this is where Maomao’s light recipes come from.
Almost all the doctors and nurses here are her spies. Whenever he and Ning Chi have a midnight snack or stay up all night, Maomao will know about it immediately.
Now, Mei Qian can even imagine what life will be like for him in the future.
And once he recalled the salty porridge, even if his chest didn't hurt, his head started to hurt. If his head didn't hurt, his stomach also hurt.
Sure enough, while waiting for dinner, Maomao walked in holding a big lunch box.
Mei Qian didn't even need to look at it, she lost her appetite as soon as she smelled it.
I miscalculated. This time I injured the enemy by one thousand, but I suffered eight hundred losses...
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After Maomao left, only Ning Chi and Mei Qian were left in the ward.
Ning Chi finally couldn't hold it back anymore, dragged a chair and sat beside the bed, giving the boss a thumbs up: "Brother Qian is such a man."
Mei Qian glared at him angrily: "What's wrong." Do you think I am a man?
Then he ignored the crazy guy and suddenly pulled out a folder from his coat.
Ning Chi was stunned: "What is this?"
"I took advantage of the chaos to recover the evidence that the police tricked into confessing." Mei Qian opened the folder and took photos of each page with her mobile phone.
After throwing the file to Ning Chi, he thought about it and used the function of his mobile phone to mosaic the name of the deceased and the photo of the body in the file.
"Kill?" Ning Chi couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing the content clearly.
"This is the crime they want me to plead guilty to. Can I bear it?" Mei Qian gritted her teeth.
In other words, compared to tomb robbing and concealing arms, he felt that this crime was simply an insult to him.
Now that I think about it, my chest still hurts and I feel angry.
I immediately opened Weibo, pondered for a while, and then started typing on my phone.
[I have been irritated for a long time because my injuries have not healed yet. I am in a better mood today. I took my assistant downstairs to drink a cup of hot coffee and enjoy a rare relaxing time. But when a large group of policemen with live ammunition forced me to get out of the wheelchair,
At that time, this little beauty finally turned into a luxury wish...
May 6 is a day that everyone remembers. It is said that a large tomb was stolen that day.
Therefore, I, Mei Qian, automatically became a suspect in the eyes of the police...
I watched him turn off the camera with my own eyes.
I watched him slap a murder case document on my face.
Seeing his ugly face approaching with my own eyes.
I also saw the fierce light in his eyes with my own eyes.
"Suspected of tomb robbing or suspected of murder, you choose one."
Of course, Officer Gong would not say such straightforward words, but as soon as his words entered my ears, they automatically came to mean this.
If I hadn't happened to suffer a recurrence of my injury, at the time of posting this article, I would still be handcuffed in the interrogation room for cross-examination...
I, Mei Qian, have killed people, but whoever I killed is known to the whole country. And just because of this case record, in the eyes of some police officers, I will always be a criminal...]
Mei Qian typed out a long text in an eloquent tone, which was extremely sensational.
Afterwards, he uploaded the doctor's diagnosis, chest X-ray, and documents and photos of Jian's murder case, and explained them. Finally, he specifically contacted the police headquarters, the Xiadu Criminal Investigation Corps, the Xiaguo Discipline Supervision Committee and other authoritative institutions.
To expand influence.
In fact, he had thought about doing this after he was released from the detention center for the first time last year.
However, the police acted more restrainedly at that time. In addition, they had a preliminary understanding of some of the characteristics of the system. They knew that with the dog system, their buttocks would never be clean and they would be in trouble, so they did not intend to quarrel with the police, so they kept tolerating it.
He even carefully maintained the relationship afterwards and helped the police a lot.
I'm afraid that I'll be screwed by the system and won't get any good from the authorities.
This time, the man surnamed Gong really made him angry. If he didn't do something, he would be left to his own devices.