"Why?" Ren Yun looked at the two nurses and asked, "Why do you want her to live in the corridor?"
"Don't be so angry with us, it's the leader's order!"
"Yes, our leader is here... just communicate with him!"
Following the nurse's gaze, Ren Yun saw Song Zhiming walking over with his head held high.
Ren Yun immediately frowned. Shouldn't Song Zhiming stay at the police station? Why did he appear in the hospital today?
From this, we can guess that the person who made the phone call from the small bathroom just now was Song Zhiming.
"This is a hospital, it needs to be quiet! Why are you blocking the door and shouting?"
Song Zhiming glanced at Ren Yun proudly, as if he was showing off.
How about it? Even if I am caught, won’t I be released soon?
Before Ren Yun could speak, Wen Qinghua learned that Ren Yun had come to the hospital and ran over.
"Young man, Song Zhiming's problem is not serious. He was released last night." Wen Qinghua said with an apologetic look: "I also reported Song Zhiming's problem to the hospital this morning... Oh!"
The answer is obvious and easy to see. Song Zhiming is safe and sound, and the hospital leaders intend to protect him.
But it doesn't matter, Ren Yun doesn't mind taking care of Song Zhiming himself.
"Director Wen, you don't have to blame yourself, this has nothing to do with you!" Ren Yun smiled, and then continued to say to Wen Qinghua: "Director Wen, the patient still needs to be nursed back to health, why do you put her in the corridor?"
"This...I don't know!"
"Oh, Director Wen, it's like this!" Song Zhiming explained from the side: "The beds have been tight recently. Relatively speaking, this patient's condition is mild, so the bed should be given to people in greater need!"
In fact, the hospital did not have this rule, but Song Zhiming's words moved Wen Qinghua.
Just as Wen Qinghua was about to persuade him, Ren Yun sneered and said, "Song Zhiming, you received a red envelope worth three thousand yuan, why didn't you say something?"
"What do you mean? You are wrongly accusing me of receiving a red envelope?"
Song Zhiming was shocked at first. How did this kid know that he had received the red envelope?
But Song Zhiming soon calmed down. Does he have evidence? If not, it's a frame-up!
"Doctor Song, has my father's hospital bed been arranged?"
At this time, a middle-aged man came over supporting an old man.
Ren Yun observed the old man's face and found that he only had some old age diseases, but his health was not serious.
"It's arranged, it's arranged!" Song Zhiming almost nodded and bowed, but did not forget to say to Wen Qinghua: "Director Wen, I have left bed No. 18 to this old man!
Now that the old man is old, we can't let him lie in the corridor, right?"
The middle-aged man supported his father and was about to walk into the ward. Ren Yun looked at him and asked tentatively: "Mr. Tian?"
"Huh? Do you know me?" Mr. Tian looked at Ren Yun up and down, as if he were superior, patted Ren Yun on the shoulder and said: "You are a worker in my factory, right? Work hard, and I will give you a sister-in-law next year!"
Damn it! What a lunatic!
But Ren Yun can be sure that Mr. Tian in front of him sent a red envelope to Song Zhiming!
"Wait a minute!" Ren Yun stopped Mr. Tian and said, "We don't have any obligation or responsibility to give up the hospital bed to others! And the hospital has no right to kick Xiaojun's mother out of the ward!"
"Doctor Song, what's going on?"
Mr. Tian put pressure on Song Zhiming. He rolled his eyes and immediately shouted: "Then do you have any sense of social responsibility? This old man's condition is so serious, what's wrong with giving him the bed?"
"Doctor Song is right! Hospital beds should still be reserved for those in need!"
"Look at this old man, who is so old? Who can bear to let him lie in the corridor?"
"..."
There were many onlookers on the side, and they were all blaming Yun.
After all, Song Zhiming is their family's attending doctor, so of course he wants to flatter him when he gets the chance.
"You have such a sense of social responsibility, why don't you give him your hospital bed?" Ren Yun glanced at the patient's family members coldly, then took out his mobile phone from his body and said, "I'd better listen to this recording first.
Well, I think even if you are stupid, you can still tell the difference between right and wrong."
After speaking, Ren Yun turned on the recording in the toilet.
Ren Yun's mobile phone is not valuable, and there is still some lag when surfing the Internet. But Ren Yun has been reluctant to change his mobile phone because this mobile phone has a loud volume and is waterproof.
The recording was clear and everyone heard it.
Song Zhiming's face was sallow, and he was not in the mood to think about how Ren Yun had the recording. But Song Zhiming knew that once this recording was handed over to the relevant departments by Ren Yun, his career would come to an end.
"So that's it! Damn it, what kind of bullshit doctor are you?"
"The last time my mother had surgery, Song Zhiming asked me for a red envelope worth two thousand yuan!"
"Fuck, you have to live with me too!"
"This scum, beat him to death!"
"..."
As the first person attacked Song Zhiming, the patients' family members surrounded him.
Ren Yun was about to help send Chen Xiaojun's mother to the ward, but Mr. Tian grabbed Ren Yun's hand: "Give the hospital bed to my dad, and I can transfer you to a relaxed department!"
Go ahead! Why does this guy think he is working in his factory?
Although what Mr. Tian did was inappropriate, Ren Yun could understand his mood, which showed that Mr. Tian was still a filial son.
Therefore, Ren Yun did not intend to argue with him and said calmly: "Sorry, I don't work in your factory!"
"Stop talking nonsense, I want bed No. 18!" Mr. Tian suddenly became irritable. He took out his wallet and shouted at Ren Yun: "Then let the money speak for itself! Is this enough money? Poor guy!
"
Mr. Tian took out about four to five thousand yuan in cash from his wallet and threw it all on Ren Yun's face.
Ren Yun was very angry. Can just anyone throw money at himself now?
First, Han Zhendong offered 20 million yuan to ask Ren Yun to spare Han Long. Now, Mr. Tian dared to throw thousands of dollars in Ren Yun's face!
Both Han Zhendong and Mr. Tian are seeking death!
Just when Ren Yun wanted to speak, a strong voice sounded from behind him: "Sir, this kind of thing happened in our hospital, and I'm very sorry for it!
Can you come to my office so we can talk?”
"Young man, this is Vice President Qian Chengqian of our hospital. He is Song Zhiming's brother-in-law. It is because of Vice President Qian that Song Zhiming is so arrogant!"
Wen Qinghua whispered into Ren Yun's ear.
Ren Yun suddenly realized that it was Song Zhiming's backer.
Shrugging indifferently, Ren Yun said: "Okay, let's go to your office to talk!"
If Qian Cheng cannot give Ren Yun a satisfactory answer, then Ren Yun will let him destroy his future.
Ren Yun followed Qian Cheng, and suddenly thought of Mr. Tian, turned around and said to Shuang'er: "Let him have nothing and be burdened with debt!"
"Okay, young master, it will be done in ten minutes!"
Shuang'er had long been dissatisfied with Mr. Tian and dared to throw money at the young master's face. It would be a good idea to spare his life.
Taking out his mobile phone from his body, Shuang'er asked: "Mr. Tian, what is your name?"
"Tian Xuezhi...hehe, hurry up, I really want to try what it's like to have nothing and be in debt!"
"Thank you for providing the information!"
If Tian Xuezhi hadn't taken the initiative to say his name, Shuang'er might have wasted more time trying to deal with him...
[Author's digression]: Good morning, the first chapter has arrived! Anyone with a banknote smashed it over, oh oh oh oh, it's raining heavily outside.