I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei and Wen Dao walked out of the meeting room together.

They came here today to investigate a case, but the steel mill had experienced two accidents in a row and was already in a state of panic. They did not dare to be negligent and organized a meeting of nearly a hundred people to express the steel mill's collective welcome and cooperation to the working group.

As a result, this meeting turned into a unique criticism meeting, which made Chang Wei and Wen Dao very disgusted.

The old secretary left the meeting room in a huff. It was unclear whether he was going to sulk in the office or to complain to the ministry. He left the two of them hanging in the corridor outside the meeting room.

He had lost his composure.

Since the public-private partnership began in 54, the old secretary has been the top leader. He excluded Lou Bancheng, who was unwilling to join the factory, and the employees under him also obeyed his orders. He thought he had complete control of the situation in the steel rolling mill.

As a result, I failed in front of the working group today.

The people below were eager for him to step down and make way for someone else.

Deputy Director Li walked out of the meeting room with a smile on his face. Seeing that Chang Wei had not left yet, he quickly took a few steps to catch up with him and held Chang Wei's hand tightly again.

"Director Chang, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"It's okay. There's always noise and trouble when you're working." Chang Wei responded with a smile. He was afraid that Deputy Director Li would say something from the bottom of his heart, so he quickly interrupted and asked, "Why didn't the comrades from the security department come today?"

In fact, some people came, but they were all team leaders, and the head of the security department was not seen.

Deputy Director Li showed a trace of contempt, and said angrily: "He is afraid of taking responsibility, so he took sick leave and is staying in the factory hospital."

Chang Wei nodded, and when he saw the office director coming over, he asked Du Ye to ask him for a roster of the security department.

When the list was handed over, Wu Jimao leaned behind Chang Wei to take a look and asked curiously, "Guanyin, why did you choose such a name? Are you imitating Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Zhang Long didn't believe it, and ran over to take a look. Seeing that Jiang Hongxia and Fan Tuan'er were a little far away, he muttered quietly: "It's a shame to have Guan Erye's surname. But it's okay. If his surname was Guan, that would be a sin."

Wu Jimao retorted, "Is there a surname called Guan?"

"There are all kinds of surnames in the world, and there are even names with chicken feathers in them. What's so strange about that?"

"It's better than having my son's name be Zhang Haodiao."

Zhang Long got angry for a moment, then remembered that this name was a joke from Chang Wei. He glared at Wu Jimao without saying anything.

Only Chang Wei frowned and looked at him for a while, then recalled the past and said calmly, "Do you think it is possible that his name is Zheng Yue?"

He had some impression of this person. He didn't come to the table to accompany them the last time they came to investigate a case because his rank was not high enough. However, he had seen this name in Han Song's file, and he also saw him once outside the communication room when he left the factory.

Wu Jimao and Zhang Long came up to it from the left and right and carefully distinguished it, saying with disdain: "This handwriting is not even as good as mine."

"A grown man, naming yourself with the character '月' in your name doesn't seem masculine at all."

The hospital is located inside the factory, just a ten-minute walk from the office building. Now that they are there, Chang Wei plans to go and take a look with Wen Dao.

If there is something wrong with this person, then there will be a targeted direction for investigation, and it can also avoid causing trouble for him before the New Year.

Nowadays, all slightly larger factories have medical facilities. The average-sized ones have infirmaries, and large factories build their own hospitals directly, which are no less than hospitals in society.

Not to mention steel rolling mills, which are large factories with tens of thousands of employees and are physically demanding and somewhat dangerous.

The hospital is a newly built Soviet-style building, heavy and solemn. The three-story building has a very long horizontal facade, a lobby built in the middle, and driveways on both sides of the gate.

The entire hospital building has gray exterior walls and dark terrazzo floors, which looks very depressing.

I don’t know how such aesthetics were developed.

The factory hospital is well-built, with the lobby and outpatient department on the first floor, the surgery department and operating room on the second floor, and the internal medicine department on the third floor.

Chang Wei was surprised when he walked into the hall, which was full of employees and their families.

To be honest, the welfare these days is really good. Not only the employees themselves, but their immediate family members can also see a doctor in the factory hospital. And unlike social hospitals that have to advance the medical expenses and then get reimbursement, in the employee hospital, you can really enjoy free medical care with your work ID.

There were too many people in the infusion room, and there were many people in the corner of the hall holding IV stands and receiving IV drips.

Chang Wei actually saw Jia Zhang.

Her fat body took up the entire chair, squeezing the old man next to her so that only half of his buttocks fell on the chair, and she was cursing, "Officials can be hospitalized, but I have to dig a toilet after getting an IV drip. These people have no conscience."

The old man sniffed, silently grabbed the IV stand and walked away to find a new seat.

The young nurse who came to give the injection was probably a novice. She tried to insert the needle into Jia Zhang's fat hand five times but failed. Jia Zhang pointed at her nose and scolded her: "Little bitch, do you think I'm the sole of a shoe?"

The young nurse was thin-skinned and dared not to talk back when she was scolded and burst into tears.

The working class will be really awesome now!

In the end, it was the head nurse who came over and calmed Jia Zhang down, and the injection worked.

Chang Wei didn't want to pay attention to this old woman, so he took Wen Dao and the people from the Dragon Group directly to the internal medicine inpatient department on the third floor.

The ward here is a triple room, with an area similar to that of later generations. Because it is newly built, except for the slightly dull color, it is clean and tidy.

They walked along the long corridor and arrived outside the ward. An old man with gray hair but ruddy complexion rushed into the room from behind them. He nimbly climbed onto the bed, lay down with a few hums, adjusted himself to a comfortable position, leisurely drank a sip of tea, and picked up the newspaper to read.

Jiang Hongxia came close to Fan Tuan'er and whispered, "This old man doesn't look like a patient. He looks more energetic than me."

Fan Tuan'er sighed softly, turned her head and whispered, "He's a sick patient."

Jiang Hongxia took a close look at the old man and angrily cursed him, "Shameless fellow."

The young policewoman doesn't know how to swear, and this is probably the most vicious comment she has made about someone.

She did not suppress her voice when she said this, which was a little abrupt in the quiet ward, and the three people lying on the beds all looked over.

The old man happened to meet her gaze. Although he didn't know the reason, he knew that she was scolding him based on his fifty or sixty years of survival wisdom. His brows were furrowed, and just as he was about to sit up to show off his power, he saw seven or eight people following closely behind him.

The leader was a young man in a well-ironed woolen coat.

Following behind him was a soldier with the rank of lieutenant colonel.

There were six or seven young men behind, all with sharp eyes.

The old man didn't dare to say a word for a moment. He shrank down silently, pulled the quilt to cover his face and pretended to be dead.

"Zheng Yue?" Chang Wei walked straight over, lifted the quilt, and looked at him with a smile, "Your illness is not light."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and asked nervously: "Who are you?"

"My name is Chang Wei."

"Chang Wei..." The old man thought for a moment and immediately sat up straight, "Dragon Team Ya... Director Chang of the Dragon Team?"