More than an hour later, Hua Nianping was sent to the emergency center of the Medical University Hospital.
The blood flowing from his head also dripped from Xishan Cemetery to the hospital bed.
The doctor measured Hua Nianping's blood pressure, listened to his heart, opened his pupils, took a look, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid there is no hope!"
General Lu didn't seem to believe in the doctor's judgment.
But the son's love rival in front of him was indeed lying there stiffly with no sign of life.
Did he really die because of Lin Sirer's death, sacrificing his life for love and not being treated?
General Lu hesitated for a while, perhaps for the sake of Uncle Lin Sirer's face, or perhaps because of his conscience. In short, he said to the doctor in his usual commanding tone: "No matter what the outcome is, I still ask comrades doctors to work hard."
Rescue it."
Representative Tan, a small man, was left to take care of General Lu.
"What is the name and age of the injured person?"
The doctor found several examination and laboratory tests and prepared to write a medical record.
"Don't know?" Representative Tan answered fluently in his Cantonese Mandarin.
"To be honest, we don't know this person. We found him on the road!" He then added.
"It turns out that you and the general just now are both courageous people who act for justice..."
The doctor looked at the little Cantonese man seriously with an expression that could not be described as respect or suspicion. He began to feel a little troubled and the pen in his hand was thrown aside.
At this moment, a woman and a man walked into the doctor's office one after another.
When the doctor raised his eyes and saw it, he dropped the conversation with Representative Tan, stood up and said, "Han Shengmei, why are you here?"
"I just arrived this morning and stopped by to visit your old classmate."
Han Shengmei smiled and introduced the man behind her: "This is Manager Zhou from our Walter Company's Beijing office. He came with me."
"Hello, Manager Zhou!" The doctor nodded politely and asked Han Shengmei, "I came here this time because of my uncle's condition. How is his old man?".
"I just met Professor Yu Jiandi and asked him to watch the film my father just took. Professor Yu said that I'm afraid I can only survive a few more months!"
Han Shengmei looked sad.
"Professor Yu is a well-known pulmonary expert in China. You have to believe what he says. You still want to prescribe some medicine and do your best to be filial!"
The doctor looked sympathetic and sighed deeply.
A nurse with dyed red hair came in and asked the doctor what kind of rescue preparations he should make for the emergency patient who had just been sent.
The doctor then looked back at Representative Tan and said: "Let's do a brain MRI first to see if there is really any need to go through more trouble. Just pay the fee. From the general's tone, it seems that he has already commissioned
I’ll take responsibility for you.”
"We really have nothing to do with this guy!" Representative Tan looked innocent.
Of course, what he said about him being unrelated to Hua Nianping is indeed true.
"Then..." the doctor hesitated.
"A good man will fight to the end!" Representative Tan smiled bitterly and said, "Even if we are strangers, I am still willing to spend all the money I have on me to help. However, I have another idea. Can I ask the nurse to take me with me?
Let’s first check what items the injured person had on him, maybe we can find clues and find someone we can contact.”
He watched the doctor's reaction.
Perhaps because she heard the familiar Cantonese accent, Han Shengmei couldn't help but glance at Representative Tan.
However, her glance was just an understatement and very unconscious, and she did not notice the injured person mentioned in his conversation with the doctor.
The doctor thought for a while and thought that what the Cantonese man said seemed reasonable, and he couldn't think of any better way, so he nodded in agreement.
Han Shengmei saw that her old classmate was really busy in the emergency room and couldn't bear to disturb him anymore, so she took the initiative to say goodbye and left with Manager Zhou.
The doctor got up and took Han Shengmei to the door of the emergency center.
They passed by the emergency room, and Han Shengmei heard the red-haired nurse shouting at the top of her voice:
"The injured person turned out to be a lame disabled person. He did have a mobile phone on him, but it seemed to have run out of battery, and there were several used tickets... From Shenzhen to Beijing, and then from Beijing to Sanlan, five days ago
Return to the capital soon from Sanlan."
Hearing the word "Shenzhen", Han Shengmei couldn't help but glance at the emergency room. She saw a bloody head and a stiff body of a man covered in mud.
The doctor said to Han Shengmei: "That guy is hopeless!"
"Oh!" Han Shengmei just responded indifferently.
This person may have been involved in a car accident, or he may have been beaten. In the hospital, we encounter this kind of thing every day, so Han Shengmei didn't find it strange at all.
"In the pocket of the patient's jacket... there is a wallet, and a passport..." the nurse continued to shout, "but there is no money in the wallet, but there is a bank card and ID card, and the name is
…….”
Han Shengmei had something important on her mind, so she walked in a hurry and walked very fast. She was unable to hear the next few words of the red-haired nurse.
What she was thinking about at this time was that when she came to the capital from Shenzhen this time, in addition to wanting to know about her father's condition from Professor Yu in person, she was also anxious to contact someone immediately to see him.
What Manager Zhou drove to the hospital was a small truck with a closed box specially designed for company delivery.
In the past few years, Walter Company's funds have been tight, and the funds of the Beijing office have also been restricted. Even if Han Shengmei goes there as the general manager, the office can only use the only delivery vehicle left over as her transportation.
tool.
In order to reduce rent expenses, the office moved from an office building to a residential building a few years ago.
When Walter Company was in its glory days, there were dozens of people in the Beijing office, but now only Manager Zhou and a male student who had just graduated were left.
Even this newly graduated student would probably have died long ago if it weren't for the fact that there was a bed in the office for him to sleep on and serve as a place to stay before finding his next job.
On the way back to the office, Han Shengmei checked the time. It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. She found a number on her mobile phone and dialed it.
This is Hua Nianping’s mobile phone number. The call reply prompts “temporarily unavailable”.
At this moment, maybe he was taking a break at noon.
Han Shengmei thought of this and sent a text message, hoping that Hua Nianping could have a meeting with her after class in the afternoon.
More than ten days ago, Hua Nianping led the spring study class research team of the Central Party School to Yangcheng.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of social practice, he took time to go to Shenzhen. Together with Li Li, he conducted a two-day management diagnosis of Watt Company and put forward several ideas for improving the business philosophy of Watt Group.
Han Shengmei came to the capital this time to listen to Hua Nianping's specific guidance on some specific implementation plans based on the ideas she and Li Li had discussed.