Yang Bei didn't know about the phone call between Shen Hongyan and Zhang Huimin.
When he returned to Nanshan Medical Center, Chu Yuelian went to work at Qipin Hall.
Yang Bei sat back and received a call for a medical visit. He heard that he was an acquaintance: Uncle Sun Xiushui.
It was the old man who Wang Qiang was responsible for before who needed massage. After Yang Bei gave him acupuncture last time, his symptoms should have been relieved a lot.
Why did it not take long for me to need treatment again?
The medical clinic was not busy today. Yang Bei immediately rushed to the community where Uncle Sun was located after receiving the call. No one answered the door, so after asking around, he found out that Uncle Sun had gone to the city library across the street to help.
Yang Bei had no choice but to rush to the library again and found Uncle Sun in the lounge.
The library seemed to be organizing an event to donate books to children in mountainous areas. Uncle Sun was here to help. Seeing Yang Beilai, he took his hand and smiled bitterly: "Doctor Yang, you are here. Hey, I am an old man who wanted to help, but it turned out that But it’s not helpful.”
“It’s good to have this kind of intention, but sometimes you have to act within your capabilities.”
Yang Bei checked his condition and said with a wry smile: "You have a back injury like yours, you have to take care of yourself and do less physical exercise, you know?"
Uncle Sun just laughed and didn't refute.
It was already noon, and the activities on the other side were coming to an end.
There was no one in the library hall at this time, only a few girls were sorting out the donated books.
Among them was the girl who lived in Uncle Sun's house.
She seemed a bit special, guarding a table alone, while the other girls stayed away from her, arranging books on another table.
Suddenly, the door opened and a group of people rushed in with a rumble.
Most of them were women, with a menacing look, as if they were here to accuse them.
"what happened?!"
"We have collected all the books, but why are there two thousand yuan missing from the donations raised before?"
"Hurry up and check the receipts and bills to see if they were checked by mistake."
The leader of the woman was full of authority, and anyone who walked in front of her would have a look of fear.
It can be seen that this woman usually has a lot of authority.
"Hurry up and check, they will ask for it soon. Our bills are not correct. The two thousand yuan missing is a small thing, but the attitude problem is a big one!"
"When the time comes, we will lose the excellent rating again. Who among you will be responsible?!"
The man was making rounds while talking. When he came to the girl from Uncle Sun's house, he frowned and said, "Yue Lingxi, isn't it you, a sick boy like you, who has a problem?"
Yue Lingxi is the girl's name.
Her snow-white face was slightly raised, and her neck outlined a touch of tenderness. She was very beautiful, but sickly, giving people the impression that she didn't need makeup to play Lin Daiyu.
But her eyes were firm, and her tone was tougher than ordinary people: "It has nothing to do with me. There were no mistakes on the day I sorted out the account books."
Among these girls, she was the only one who dared to face the official authority so forcefully.
This made the female leader a little unhappy: "You said it doesn't mean it doesn't exist? Check!"
Yue Lingxi frowned slightly and took out the small bag that had been hanging on the back of the chair.
Many people looked at her with ridicule when they saw the cheap bags at her street stall that cost only a few dozen yuan.
Yue Lingxi, however, regarded it as nothing, took out a few bills from the cheap bag and handed them over: "Monitor Zhao, this is a copy of my bill for that day. If you don't believe it, I also have photos of that day on my phone."
"a copy……"
Zhao Donglan lowered her head and looked even more unhappy: no one had copies, let alone took pictures on their mobile phones to save them.
What does Yuelingxi mean?
Are you afraid that I will slander her?
Zhao Donglan became even more upset: "What kind of evidence can this be? We have worked for so many years and have never made any mistakes. But you missed it once last year, which caused us to lose the evaluation, and you still made mistakes this year, right?"
Yue Lingxi gritted his teeth: "It wasn't me last year. It's just that I didn't have evidence. Today I have evidence. You can't slander out of thin air..."
Perhaps because he was angry, Yue Lingxi turned pale and hurriedly covered his abdomen.
Zhao Donglan took a step back in disgust: "Forget it, forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with a sick guy like you. Everyone, check it out quickly and make sure the accounts are aligned!"
Soon, everyone was busy again.
But after checking for a long time, the difference was only two thousand.
Everyone raised funds to donate to children in mountainous areas, but two thousand yuan was lost inexplicably, which made the atmosphere at the scene very strange.
Zhao Donglan gritted her teeth and stood there angry: "You guys stand up, who took the two thousand yuan?!"
"For the sake of my colleagues, as long as I make up the money, I will forget about it."
But after a while of rustling below, no one said a word.
Zhao Donglan became even more impatient. She kicked the table next to her and let out a fuss. The books she had just sorted fell off the table and scattered all over the floor.
She was still angry: "What do you mean? You don't want to admit it, do you?"
"Everyone of you, do you dare to do it or not?"
Zhao Donglan walked up to the girls one by one and scolded: "Hong Mei, is it you? From the first day you went to work, I've seen you with a sly look on your face!"
The latter shook his head hurriedly. After repeatedly denying it, Zhao Donglan walked towards the next girl: "Zhang Yue, is it you? You went out for activities yesterday and you stopped. Did you take the money away?"
Zhang Yue was so frightened that she quickly said: "Sister Zhao, it's not me, yes, yes..."
Who it was, she didn't dare to say.
Zhao Donglan's eyes widened and she was about to explode when Yue Lingxi stood up.
Zhao Donglan's eyes immediately shot up and she shouted angrily: "Yue Lingxi, I knew it was you! You are the poorest in the office. You buy second-hand clothes and only wear two clothes a year. Take two thousand yuan to get it."
, have you been cured of your bad disease?!"
"not me."
Yue Lingxi shook his head, looked at Zhao Donglan and said, "Squad leader Zhao, if I remember correctly, we were looking for helpers for our event the day before yesterday. You found ten people, but reported twenty."
Her voice was calm: "You ate the extra ten heads of money, but you miscalculated."
"Originally, you can only eat 2,000 yuan for twenty people, but you took away 4,000 yuan."
"The two thousand extra are the two thousand missing."
After Yue Lingxi finished speaking, shut up.
The entire place fell into silence for an instant.
Zhao Donglan was also stunned.
This is not the first time that she has falsely reported her manpower for activities and made money from the difference in expenses.
Even she herself had forgotten about this matter.
After being reminded by Yue Lingxi, she remembered it, and then her face changed drastically, from red with embarrassment to ashen with exposure.
The corners of his eyes twitched for a long time, and then he said: "You, how dare you spit on others? Yue Lingxi, do you still want to do it?! Believe it or not, I will fire you now. I think you have no salary, how can I treat you?"
You have a genetic disease that damages your body, let’s see if you can survive the next month!!”
Zhao Donglan roared like a demon, but Yue Lingxi was like a skinny plum blossom branch, facing her roar without changing his expression: "I didn't slander you. If you don't believe me, you can check the wages of the helpers that day."