Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

This time Duan Pengpu did not answer, Zhong Chenjun spoke for him.

"He lives in the ward next door and just climbed in through the window. Get him out right now!"

He feels goosebumps all over when he sees this man now.

Damn smiling tiger.

"Mr. Duan, please."

Qi Yan turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Duan Pengpu stood up disappointedly, and before opening the door, he turned back to look at the two of them.

"When are you going to finish talking? Then we can play chess together?"

"Damn it, you bastard, Duan Pengpu, why haven't you died yet?" Zhong Chenjun was so angry that his teeth were itching.

"Old Zhong, what you said hurts me, your old friend." Duan Pengpu covered his chest with his hands hurt.

"Get out! Get out!"

Just as Zhong Chenjun was about to grab the water cup from the bedside and hit him, Duan Pengpu ran away.

outside the hallway.

The bodyguard found that there was no one in the ward, so he hurried out to look for someone. He saw his boss standing at the door of the next ward, chatting with the policeman on duty.

"How is your salary? Have you received any salary increase in recent years?"

"Sir, please don't disturb me while I'm working."

"Let me guess. It's probably still the basic salary. Otherwise, I see you have a good physique. Why don't you just quit your job and follow me? How about I give you this amount?"

Duan Pengpu spread out his fingers and shook them.

"You are harassing the police." The police officer moved his eyes away from his five fingers.

"You think it's too little? The price is negotiable. I still have some money."

“……”The police officer ignored him.

"Don't be silent. If you don't want to resign, then don't resign. Let's chat. I'm an old friend of your director. How is his health recently? Is his high blood pressure still acting up?"

"..."

"Oh, I forgot, you are at the grassroots level, can you meet the director?"

Police officer: "..."

"Boss, boss, boss!" the bodyguard called him impatiently.

"I heard it, I heard it! It's like screaming for a soul. My brain is broken, not my ears are deaf!"

Duan Pengpu frowned and walked to the next ward in his slippers.

The bodyguard carefully glanced at the police officer guarding the door, leaned close to Duan Pengyu's ear, and whispered, "There's a phone call."

"Just call me, why be so mysterious?" Duan Pengpu pushed him aside and entered the ward.

As soon as I entered, another bodyguard handed me a cell phone with a communication interface of an unknown number on it.

He took a look, his face expressionless for a moment, then immediately put on a smile and took it.

"Hey."

……

In the ward separated by a wall.

Qi Yan directly threw the inquiry form that the police officer outside had just handed to her at Zhong Chenjun, and threw him a pen.

She leaned on the sofa in the ward and raised her eyelids casually, "Write."

"What to write?" Zhong Chenjun asked with a sullen face, knowing the answer anyway.

Qi Yan raised his chin slightly: "See for yourself."

"..." Zhong Chenjun wrinkled the paper in his hand, "Do you think I will still trust you now? Give you information? Qi, you are so shameless!"

"You have no choice."

Qi Yan announced the facts slowly and calmly.

"...You deserve to die!" Zhong Chenjun's eyes were bloodshot and he wished he could pounce on her and bite off a piece of her flesh.

Qi Yan tapped his temple, his laziness not gone, even stronger, "Hurry up and write, otherwise your enemies might have to fly to Country B to comfort your precious son."

"You beast!"

Zhong Chenjun cursed angrily.

"Thank you." Qi Yan responded with a smile.

Under her 'tyranny', Zhong Chenjun could only start to fill in the answers to the questions in frustration. He wanted to write nonsense to disrupt the police and take revenge on this woman, but...

He glanced at Qi Yan leaning on the sofa. She seemed to know what he was thinking, with the corners of her eyes raised.

"Think carefully about your son's life before you write."

"..."

Zhong Chenjun now felt that the pen in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He began to write word by word with trembling hands.

There was silence for a long moment before Zhong Chenjun put down his pen, raised his hand and threw the stack of papers hard at Qi Yan's face, but unfortunately she caught it in mid-air.

Qi Yan flipped through two pages casually, and after confirming that everything was correct, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't leave!"

Zhong Chenjun called her and pointed at the wall behind him.

"Get him out of here or transfer him to another hospital! I don't want to stay in the same hospital with that bastard!"

"Reason?" Qi Yan asked, crossing his arms.

"…Why are you pretending? Don't you know the reason?"

If this woman didn't know, he would eat the bed!

Qi Yan sighed and said in embarrassment: "I didn't open the hospital, so I can't ask him to move away. It's not my responsibility to apply to my superiors for your transfer."

"The surname is Qi!"

Zhong Chenjun was furious. Did he think he was a fool?!

Whether it was the dead thing being transferred to another hospital or him, wasn't it just a matter of a word for Qi Yan? !

"Why don't you just pretend to be dead? Tell me! What the hell do you want?"

After surviving the disaster, his mental state has been unstable and it is common for him to curse the police and nurses.

Qi Yan didn't care. He tucked the questionnaire under his arm and looked back at him with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Duan Pengbo sent someone to kill me yesterday."

"..."

The air suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Qi Yan's tone was calm, as if he was talking about yesterday's weather.

"Who do you think sent him to kill me?"

she asked again.

"..."

Zhong Chenjun did not answer. He clutched the quilt tightly. His bloodshot eyes moved around under his drooping eyelids.

They even killed the Qi family...

It's over, it's over, it's over.

Zhong Chenjun was dragged into the swamp full of fear, sweating profusely and having difficulty breathing.

It was Qi Yan who called him back to his senses in a loud voice, "Don't think about it, just tell me what you think of."

"I have to be transferred to another hospital!" He stood up directly from the bed and rushed out with the retention needle in his hand.

Qi Yan raised her hand to stop him, "Don't worry."

"Get out of the way! I have to be transferred to another hospital today!" Zhong Chenjun reached out to push her, but was suppressed by Qi Yan, who pressed his face against the wall.

Zhong Chenjun bared his teeth and said, "Let me go, Qi! If you want to die, go ahead. I don't want to die so early!"

"You won't die, at least not now."

Qi Yan said lightly.

"Tell me who they are, and I'll let you go."

Zhong Chenjun gnashed his teeth and said angrily: "What if I tell you? You have no evidence! They do it very cleanly and never get their hands dirty. If I tell you, I can only send another me in!"

Qi Yan listened quietly and slowly loosened his grip. Zhong Chenjun struggled to get up, pinching his chin which was almost dislocated, and spoke vaguely.

"Go get me transferred to another hospital, or even discharged. I can't stay here any longer. He dared to kill you, which means they have run out of tricks and are ready to push a scapegoat to take another gamble."

Although he felt disgusted by the hypocrite Duan Pengpu, he had to admit that he was the target this time.

"Duan Pengbo is different from me. He has a happy family, his parents are still alive, and he has a wife and children..."

Zhong Chenjun didn't say it explicitly, but his meaning was clear enough.