After Mei Qian posted an announcement on the handling of the forced confession incident, he deleted the previous article accusing the police.
In fact, as he said, public opinion has already been formed, and it is of little use whether he deletes it or not. It is just to express his attitude.
After all, he can't really fight the police and fight to the end.
Regardless of whether Gong Baihe's original intention was as he explained, he clearly sensed the other party's hostility.
But at present, he has no energy to conceive a new book, so he can only leave the idea of torturing Gong Baihe for later.
Except for this little discomfort.
In addition, in order not to be seen as a flaw, he did not take Da Huan Dan to relieve the injury, which resulted in some pain when he moved his chest.
Mei Qian's mood is generally pretty good.
After the police representative left, he took his mobile phone, chatted with his friends on Weibo, and even took a selfie of himself and posted it.
Of course, he looked pale and haggard in the picture.
It appropriately defends the character of a poor little person who is discriminated against and treated roughly by the police because of his background.
But near noon, his good mood disappeared.
Because Maomao will bring food later, which he hates deeply.
Glancing at Ning Chi, who was having fun while scrolling through a short video, he couldn't help but start thinking about how to convince this guy to buy some barbecue to bring back for toothpaste. Well, it would be even better if there was a bottle of beer.
But when he had just finished making up his words and was about to speak, he suddenly felt a shock in his chest, and there was a sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, as if it was burning. He couldn't help but groan in pain, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.
My eyes went dark and I didn't know anything anymore...
"Exclusive interview? I can only ask for you, but there's little hope." Maomao held the lunch box in one hand, whispered to the cell phone, and slowly stepped out of the elevator.
She smiled and nodded at a nurse who greeted her, and continued: "Because the police have reached an agreement with him this morning, Brother Yi Qian's personality will definitely not escalate this matter. You are so petty, I
What you mean? Impossible, how could I accuse Brother Qian of being petty behind his back?"
At this time, she had already seen Mei Qian's single ward and said, "I'm here. I'll give you a message later. Bye." Then she put down her phone and walked faster.
But just as he was about to enter the ward, he heard a burst of noise coming from behind.
Then she saw several medical staff trotting past her and rushing into the ward without even looking at her.
I could only vaguely hear "The patient's breathing has stopped, prepare for defibrillation..."
Maomao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but pause at his feet. Then, he met Ning Chi, who was driven out of the ward by the nurse, and his lips were pursed tightly. He happened to see his extremely ugly face and the panic that could not be concealed in his eyes.
With a "pop" sound, the lunch box fell from my hands, and the soup inside splashed, and then spread all over the ground...
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Zhang Yu scanned the QR code to pay and held the fruit basket in his hand.
I couldn't help but yawn, then walked across the sidewalk and headed towards the inpatient department.
Although traveling is pleasant, it is quite tiring afterward due to the long journey and travel.
He got the news last night that Mei Qian was hospitalized again. At that time, he and his wife gave up their vacation and planned to rush back. Unfortunately, they couldn't book a flight ticket, so they had to get up early today and take the bus and the plane. It was quite a hassle.
But on the plane, I was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep. As a result, I had no energy all morning.
I just sent my wife home and drove to the hospital. Even lunch was hastily prepared.
He felt extremely tired at this time, and he had secretly decided in his mind that we would talk about taking over as captain or something tomorrow.
Anyway, after watching Mei Qian today, I went home to catch up on some sleep.
Originally, his wife saw him like this and advised him to rest for a while and come back tomorrow when he is free.
Although, based on the energy of his speech in the Weiwei group this morning, Zhang Yu felt that Mei Qian's situation should be good.
But he knew that the recurrence of Mei Qian's injury had something to do with him.
If he hadn't gone to the tomb to save him, how could Yimei Qian be hospitalized just because of his physical condition?
When you are facing a life-or-death crisis, there is someone who will come to save you regardless of the risk of being liquidated and imprisoned later, and endures pain to save you. This is a brother.
He had to come over and take a look to feel at ease.
However, when they arrived at the single ward that Mei Qian had told Wei Wei about, there was no one inside, not even a bed.
He glanced at the miscellaneous items on the cabinet in the ward, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned around and ran to the front desk.
It was only from the nurse that she learned that Mei Qian had suffered massive pulmonary hemorrhage in the morning, went into shock, and was now being treated in the operating room.
"How could this happen?" Zhang Yu's expression changed, and after asking for the route, he ran towards the operating room.
When he arrived at the operating room, he saw Maomao curled up on the chair with his head in his arms, and Ning Chi with a dull expression.
Neither of them seemed to see him, and neither of them reacted until he came to them.
Zhang Yu sighed and found a place to sit, staring at the ground and falling into a daze...
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Mei Qian woke up in the intensive care unit two days later and had no idea that he had been rescued for more than seven hours.
But the discomfort in his body and the memory before coma all told him that he had encountered a problem with his body.
Fortunately, although he was extremely weak and had difficulty moving a finger, his mind was already clear.
It didn't take long to figure out my current situation.
Dog system!!
I cursed secretly in my mind.
Needless to say, if such an abnormal condition suddenly occurs in a good body, it must be something caused by the system.
Most likely it stems from the miserable Weibo post I posted.
At that time, in order to win sympathy, he deliberately wrote the process in a more affectionate way.
Out of writing habits, he slightly exaggerated his injuries in the article.
Perhaps because this Weibo post was full of gimmicks, the number of reposts was sky-high, making it much more influential than him. So, I got "feedback" the next day.
Still 99% of the time it will be returned to him.
At this time, I can only be thankful that the system still has some conscience, otherwise if it were to be like what he described in his article, even ten Mei Qian would not be enough to die.
This time, he really lost his temper and made himself miserable.
But it is also certain that the materialization of the system can also affect the individual. And because he is the host, this materialization may come more directly and faster.
Well, this time he has more experience in using the system.
Mei Qian's awakening naturally alerted the medical staff, and his attending doctor came over immediately to check on his physical condition.
During the examination, Mei Qian turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of Maomao with his pretty face pressed against the glass and Ning Chi behind him. He twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hand reluctantly to make a V, and under the influence of the drug
Fell asleep again.
But before closing his eyes, his last thought was that when writing articles in the future, especially when the protagonist is named Mei Qian, he must restrain himself and restrain himself, and completely get rid of his bad taste. Abuse of the main article must not be written.
Already...
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Mei Qian's attending physician was very confused. How could the patient, who clearly had no major problems on examination and seemed quite energetic, become more injured overnight and even more dangerous than when he was first injured?
So much so that for a while, he even had doubts about his own medical skills.
Fortunately, I consulted well-known experts, invited my own teacher, and watched the film of Mei Qian's second hospitalization before rejecting the possibility of misdiagnosis.
All I can say is that this kind of emergency is extremely rare.
Fortunately, after being able to communicate, Mei Qian took the initiative to say that the injury was his own fault and would never make it difficult for the hospital or doctors.
Although he didn't understand how the other party put himself in such a state, the doctor, who had heard many medical troubles, was still deeply moved by Mei Qian's reasonableness.
As a result, when he treated this patient later, his attitude was obviously better and he was more attentive.
But he didn't know that as the person being cared for, the patient Mei Qian actually didn't appreciate this kind of thoughtfulness at all.
Without him, daily X-ray examinations and detailed diagnosis meant that Mei Qian had no chance of making small moves. He could only use his inner strength to quietly warm and nourish his body. The effect was faster than that of ordinary people, but not as intuitive and comfortable as the powder of Da Huan Dan.
Mei Qian even had the urge to transfer to another hospital.
However, in the hospital, moderate to severe critical patients like him have little say. They either have to listen to the doctor or to the attendants like Maomao and Ning Chi.
After receiving his request, both the doctor, Maomao, and his younger brother Ning Chi looked at him like an idiot.
Transferring? This is the most authoritative place in Xia Capital. Where else can I transfer?
Mei Qian didn't say that he couldn't achieve his goal, but he was very angry.
But I have no choice but to endure it for now.
Finally, after a few days, his injuries improved and he returned to the single ward, where he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Now that he knew the new function of the system, Mei Qian naturally couldn't stay still.
I got my phone back as soon as possible, took a beautiful, no, handsome, strong, miserable selfie for myself, and then started editing my Weibo.
The content has already been drafted in my mind.
His fingers were fast, and before long, a blog post titled "I'm Struggling on the Edge of Death" was published.
He first briefly introduced how he was suddenly seriously injured and survived seven hours of rescue operations.
He also used the simplest language in his life to describe his mental journey of struggling on the line between life and death.
After that, there was a burst of boasting. In the article, he said that his physical fitness was several times the limit of human beings, he was proficient in using various thermal weapons, his marksmanship was superb, he was proficient in eight languages, he was proficient in knife skills, stick skills, and even used his bare hands.
A super master who can defeat hundreds of strong men without even taking a breath.
Unfortunately, after this article was published, not many people reprinted it.
This was also expected by Mei Qian, after all, it was definitely not as good a gimmick as the police suspected of forcing a confession.
The only thing that made him unhappy was that half of the comments below thought he was bored because he was in the hospital and was just writing to make people laugh.
As for the other half, they thought he was so sick that he was delirious and started talking nonsense.
Of course, apart from being a little angry at first, I later thought about doing good things.
As an experiment, he should wait slowly. No matter if he goes crazy, more people will watch and his popularity will increase, and benefits will naturally come to him.
"Brother Qian, we don't brag like that. I don't know what's going on, but your marksmanship is an eye-opener for me. Can you create a human shape while aiming at someone?" Ning Chi laughed so hard that he almost couldn't hold the phone in his hand.
"You know what the heck." Mei Qian cursed. Ever since Ning Chi ruthlessly rejected his simple request of letting him secretly bring him delicious food, he didn't have a good face towards this little brother.
On the other hand, Ning Chi didn't get angry when he was scolded. He touched his nose and went to comment on Weibo. He also laughed while reading, which made Mei Qian so annoyed that he smashed a book next to the bed.
During the fight, Zhang Yu walked in carrying a lunch box.
This guy probably just saw his Weibo, and the smile on his face looks abnormal.
Mei Qian was too lazy to respond, but she was still looking forward to the lunch box.
Yesterday, he asked Zhang Yu if he could bring some delicious food over. There has been no taste in his mouth recently.
Sure enough, Zhang Yu would never disappoint him. He quickly opened the lunch box and said with a smile: "This is the pork rib soup your sister-in-law made for you. Eat it quickly."
Mei Qian smelled it, not to mention how good the cooking was, it was indeed more attractive than Maomao's bland porridge and soup. Without saying anything else, he picked up a rib with a kuaizi and started eating it.
Since he was transferred back to the general ward, no matter how busy Zhang Yu is, he will still take time to come and take a look. Maomao said that when he was in a coma in the intensive care unit, the other party also stayed outside for a long time.
Knowing that the other party had misunderstood something, he had actually explained that the injury had nothing to do with Zhang Yu.
But Zhang Yu just smiled. As for whether he believed it or not, that's two people's guess.
Of course, it's not without its benefits. At least it can be a toothpaste. Even if Maomao sees it, it's hard to say anything. After all, the girl is not familiar with Officer Zhang.
However, Zhang Yu was obviously busy today. Even Ning Chi, who was silently playing with his mobile phone, felt it. After receiving Zhang Yu's eyes, he glanced at Mei Qian again. Seeing the boss nodding, he walked out consciously and smoothly.
He also closed the door.
"What's the matter? Tell me!" The ribs were stewed soft and the soup was delicious. Mei Qian quickly ate up everything in the lunch box, then wiped his mouth with a tissue with satisfaction and asked.
"How much do you know about the grenade used by the masked man in the ancient tomb?" Zhang Yu asked directly without being polite.
Mei Qian has spent a lot of time thinking these days, and he also guesses that he was targeted by Gong Baihe and arbitrary even if he violated discipline, and the problem probably stemmed from the grenade.
But when he heard the exact answer from Zhang Yu's mouth, he was still slightly stunned. After a while, he answered the question differently: "Is this bag yours?"
"The appearance of foreign jun equipment in the jurisdiction is not a trivial matter." Zhang Yu smiled bitterly, looked at Mei Qian's face, and explained: "The superiors suspect that this case is involved in an underground jun fire circulation channel, which is related to the safety of Xiadu.
, of course we need to investigate clearly."
"I don't think things are that complicated." Mei Qian put on a nonchalant expression: "Maybe the masked man was picked up in a backpack when he went to the grave?"
"Picked it up? Are you sure there are no other weapons?" Zhang Yu was shocked and asked hurriedly.
"I'm not a masked man, so how would I know?" Mei Qian said with a smile: "Didn't you find the body of the tomb robber in the ancient tomb? Didn't they bring it in? Didn't you have contact with the masked man? He carried a backpack
Can you hide other things?"
Zhang Yu thought for a while and actually nodded: "That's probably it. Then as long as I catch those tomb robbers according to the clues, I can probably solve the problem." However, after catching him here, he stared at Mei Qian again: "No.
Will it implicate you?"
"Bah! Why do you just slap the label of a tomb robber on my head like any other?" Mei Qian replied angrily. But, well, you have to find the tomb robber first.
Zhang Yu let out a breath, stood up immediately, picked up his lunch box and left.
"Let's go now. Bring some fish soup over tomorrow." Mei Qian waved his hand.
"Got it!" Zhang Yu stopped, glanced at him a little tiredly, and seemed to suddenly remember something, and said: "By the way, after you completed the rescue, your family Maomao sued us in anger and went to the Xiadu General Administration Bureau.
, down to the police officers who were involved in the interrogation, none of them were spared. I was asked by the superiors to come to you to plead for mercy. I can pay you any amount of money, but can you not make it larger?"
"Is that so?" Mei Qian replied with two words in surprise, and then fell into silence.
After a long time, he asked again: "What's your opinion?"
"It has nothing to do with me, and familiar colleagues won't be too involved, so I just sent a message. Once the message arrives, the task will be completed." Zhang Yu shrugged and answered nonchalantly.
Mei Qian thought for a while and then sighed: "I will explain to Maomao that the serious injury this time has nothing to do with anyone else, and the matter ends here. However, I want you to inform Gong Baihe's situation at any time. You don't need to be too specific. You know whether he is okay or not.
Just make it more difficult for me."
"Good bearing." Zhang Yu gave him a thumbs up.
Mei Qian just smiled, watched him go out, and then put his body back on the hospital bed.
His choice was not out of magnanimity, but because he still had fewer test subjects.
Even if the lawsuit goes forward, Gong Baihe will at most pay for the police uniform and may cause trouble for him secretly. It is better to leave him on the surface and let himself torment inside.