The dean also had a dark face and followed several policemen.
The technician took the group directly to the floor of the VIP ward. The large group of people attracted the attention of many people who came out of the ward.
Walking to the door of Song Beiye's ward, the technician turned around and explained to the police: "This is the registered ward."
"Open the door." The policeman had a cold face, not a good look on his face.
Ever since Song Beiye ran away and hid everywhere, they had spent a lot of effort looking for the person, but no matter how hard they searched, there were no clues. The superiors were increasingly dissatisfied with the efficiency of their work. Overtly and covertly, they had issued mission documents dozens of times.
But Song Beiye was still not found.
If there hadn't been some explosive email, they wouldn't have been able to find this place!
Upon hearing this, the technician immediately opened the door for him.
The police immediately walked in. The leading policeman glanced at the man on the hospital bed, compared it with Song Beiye's photo, and said, "This is the man, take him away."
Song Beiye had a dark face and looked at several police officers standing in the spacious ward. He knew what was going on without asking.
But he didn't know about the leaked email, neither Mr. Song nor Jiang Ni told him.
"I am a patient now, where are you going to take me?" He did not struggle, because his leg was in a plaster, and he knew that it would be useless to struggle.
Seeing the policeman walking over with handcuffs on his hands, his eyes were gloomy, but he could do nothing at the moment.
"Our police station has its own detention ward. Mr. Song Beiye, you are suspected of illegal financing, bribery, etc. Please come back with us to cooperate with the investigation." The policeman said, and was about to handcuff Song Beiye when he noticed that he was taking the needle.
So he looked at the dean at the end of the line and said, "Please come over and pull out the needle."
"..." The dean was watched by the police and could only walk in. Under the gaze of everyone and Song Beiye's gloomy eyes, he pulled out the needle.
After pressing it for a few seconds, he released his hand and retreated.
"Take him away," the policeman said.
With that said, several people helped Song Beiye get out of bed and let him sit in the wheelchair. Although his legs were inconvenient, out of caution, they still cuffed his hands to the wheelchair.
The cold handcuffs pressed against the skin of his wrists, and Song Beiye's face darkened.
A policeman was pushing a wheelchair to leave.
Xiao Sun walked to the door with a bottle of injection water. Seeing this scene, she was slightly surprised. She subconsciously turned to look at the dean, "Dean."
The dean shook his head and ordered: "You have nothing to do here, so go ahead and do your work."
Xiao Sun noticed that Song Beiye was handcuffed, and felt inexplicably excited. She could actually see this scene!
To be honest, she wanted Song Beiye to be punished by law more than anyone else. If the director of the hospital hadn't been a relative of hers, she would have secretly reported it.
Unexpectedly, Skynet was restored and she was not satisfied with the retribution. She did not report it, but someone still discovered that Song Beiye was in this hospital.
Xiao Sun thought of being harassed by his gaze in the past few days, so he stood aside and stared at his handcuffs. He couldn't help but hope that these handcuffs would last longer.
Song Beiye was arrested by the police. She will no longer have to work night shifts every day, nor will she have to be taken advantage of by Song Beiye...
Xiao Sun was very excited and said it was great.
When Song Beiye was arrested, Xiao Sun was cheering and happy, but the dean had a sad face. Although Song Beixi said that a doctor would cover all charges, he was still worried.
What if the doctor regrets it...
And if this matter is not handled well, it will have a very bad impact on their hospital.
The dean watched the police pushing Song Beiye away, and thought to himself, it seemed that he would not be able to get off work soon, so he would have to call all the people from the public relations department for a meeting.
When taking the elevator to the first floor, Song Beiye suddenly said: "I want to cover my face."
The two policemen looked at each other. They wanted to say that their police car was parked in the parking lot and reporters would not capture anything, but in the end they said nothing and directly covered his face with a hood.
Song Beiye was sent directly to the detention ward of the central hospital. The orthopedic surgeon on duty took the medical records transferred by the police and examined Song Beiye. After finding that there were no problems, Song Beiye stayed in the detention ward.
"I want to see a lawyer." Song Beiye said directly when he saw the orthopedic surgeon leaving.
It's possible that the Song family didn't know that the police were looking for him, but right now they were taking no action. He had to find a lawyer to find out what was going on.
"It's too late. You should rest first and find a lawyer tomorrow." The policeman said, not intending to interrogate Song Beiye at this time, so he refused.
Song Beiye's face was gloomy.
After a while, a nurse came in with a tray and said to the police: "These are all injections prescribed by Dr. Zhou. I have to give the patient injections now."
Dr. Zhou, the orthopedic surgeon on duty, had just examined Song Beiye.
"Yes." The policeman sat on a chair nearby and watched the nurse give Song Beiye an injection.
Apart from exchanging names with Song Beiye, the nurse had no other communication.
After giving the injection, the nurse said again: "If you run out of injection water later, remember to ring the bell."
This is what she told the police guard. There are no nurses in the detention ward. All these related matters are the responsibility of the police guard.
"Yeah." The policeman nodded.
After the nurse left, Song Beiye turned slightly sideways and found a comfortable position. Then he looked up and watched the liquid in the bottle being continuously poured into his body, his eyes deepening.
Finally, he looked at the policeman sitting there.
Although there was no one else around, the policeman still sat upright and looked directly into his eyes with a pair of righteous eyes.
Song Beiye said nothing, and neither did the police.
The two kept looking at each other, their eyes facing each other, as if they were exploring each other's bottom line. Finally, Song Beiye asked: "How do you know which hospital I am in?"
He wanted to know which bastard betrayed him.
The policeman said nothing.
Song Beiye said again: "Are you mute?"
"Mr. Song, if you have anything to say, we can wait until tomorrow." The police had no intention of revealing their case handling process to him.
The superiors have ordered that Song Beiye is not an easy person to deal with, and they must be cautious and meticulous when performing tasks.
The police even felt that if Song Beiye had not broken his leg, they would not be able to arrest Song Beiye smoothly this time.
Song Beiye rolled his eyes, simply lay down and said nothing.
One night passed.
The old house of the Song family.
After Mr. Song got up, he first read the newspaper.
As he expected, several newspapers published the report of the police operation to arrest Song Beiye last night as their headlines.
Mr. Song had a cold face. Although Song Beiye was not in the photo used by the reporter, the police's arrangement at the entrance of the hospital and the departure of the police car were all placed in the newspaper.
The housekeeper also knew about the news report, noticed that Mr. Song's face was not good, and carefully handed over the brewed tea.
The old man knew about this last night, but it was not convenient for the Song family to come forward at this time, and they had to clear up the matter with Song Beiye, so the old man took sleeping pills and fell asleep yesterday.
