Sitting in the car, I had already thought of a countermeasure. No matter what Zhao Wusheng thought, if he really wanted to push Zhang Yujie out as a scapegoat, then I would definitely stand up and expose him.
No matter what, I can't just watch Zhang Yujie suffer this unjust injustice!
Because, we are brothers!
I made good plans and felt a lot more relaxed in my heart. The Chen Zhipeng incident and the first time Zhao Wusheng took advantage of me made me feel vaguely unhappy.
Now he is addicted to taking advantage of me, treating me as a chess piece in his palm again and again. Does he really think that I am a sick cat? [
When I arrived at the city hospital, I jumped out of the car and ran inside. It turned out that the hospital was so big that I was confused by the dazzling topographic map.
It was now past three o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were not many people in the hospital. There were two napping nurses sitting on the service desk at the door. I walked over and knocked on the table and said, "Where are those people who were sent to the 120 ambulance earlier?"
According to Zhang Yujie's words, I already knew that Uncle Wu was already in the ambulance.
"I'm still undergoing surgery, what can I do for you?" A nurse raised her head slightly.
"Can you tell me where the surgery will be performed? There are friends of mine there."
Following the nurse's instructions, I walked left and right to the operating room. I also thought that with so many people working together to rescue me, where could I wait for Uncle Wu?
I stood in the corridor waiting for a long time, and happened to see a nurse wearing a large mask. I rushed up and asked: "A monk with an eye injury was brought in just now. Do you know where he is?"
"I don't know." The nurse said coldly and left.
"I..." I held myself back from swearing. This service attitude was too bad.
I walked around in the corridor and somehow reached the backyard. I saw several ambulances parked inside and several caregivers packing things around.
My eyes lit up, and I ran over and asked, "Did you just pick up a monk with an injured eye?"
"Yes." One of the caregivers said, "I was deeply impressed by that monk. Even though he was seriously injured, he refused to lie down and insisted on sitting in the car to meditate!"
"Where is he?" I asked quickly.
"He's still undergoing surgery, but I think he can't save his eyes." The nurse sighed.