Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 460: Dare to make money!

I heard this.

It all became clear at once.

My aunt died yesterday at ten o'clock, but they recorded the use of imported resuscitation needles three times.

No needles were used, but they still charged money.

The anger in my heart suddenly rushed to my head, and I felt like I was going crazy. I wanted to curse people, I wanted to beat people, I wanted to kill people.

Next to me, the doctor holding the body bag suddenly pushed me and said, "What are you standing there for?

Help with the burial!"

I suddenly exploded, slapped the other person in the face, and roared, "Fucking your mother! This is my aunt's body.

He died last night, yet you falsely reported three imported life-saving injections.

Can you give an injection to a dead person?

Are you all crazy about making money?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, then pointed at me and said, "You...you are not a doctor?

You pretended to be a doctor and entered the operating room?

You are violating the rules!"

I was so angry that I almost went crazy: “I am a doctor in this hospital.

What rules are being violated?

You deliberately fabricated medication records.

You are the ones who violated the rules.

I'm calling the police now!" I had just finished speaking when I felt something heavy hit me on the head.

Then everything went black and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself tied up.

His hands and feet were tied up and he was lying on the sofa.

This is an office with several security guards and Director Zhang from the hospital.

I saw Director Zhang and hurriedly shouted, "Director Zhang, call the police immediately.

They falsified medication records to defraud money!

Call the police quickly!"

Director Zhang was not anxious at all, and said sarcastically: "What I saw was you breaking into the operating room.

Disrupting the work of doctors and nurses.

Unable to accept the death of a loved one.

Just make up a lie and call the police. "You...

You're talking nonsense!

I felt like I was going crazy: "I'm not going to talk to you about this, it's useless. I'm going to call the police.

I'm going to call the police now.

Let me go. "

Director Zhang stared at me fiercely and said, "You don't agree, right? After my diagnosis.

You are mentally ill.

Let me give you some neurological drugs.

Let me calm you down first."

As he spoke, he waved at a doctor.

I saw the doctor actually take out a syringe, then take out a box of medicine and open the package.

The room was filled with glass bottles of injections. The doctor opened five bottles at once and drew all the liquid into the syringes.

Walked towards me.

My scalp tingled.

Generally, injections come in one bottle and one needle, which is for the convenience of injection dosage.

And this syringe actually contains enough for five injections.

Injected into the body.

Even if I were a normal person, I would go crazy.

I remember yelling, “What do you want?

People will die.

Have you thought about the consequences?"

Director Zhang said nonchalantly, "It's just four people. A hospital this size can afford the compensation."

At this moment, I didn't care about anything else but to save my life: "Mr. Zhang, what do you want to do? As long as I don't get the injection.

I won’t call the police!”

Director Zhang said nonchalantly, "I'm not afraid of being called to the police.

The doctors and nurses who performed the operation all gave altered statements.

The surgical log has been rewritten.

There is no charge for the three imported rescue needles in the bill.

I just want to warn you today.

Don't talk nonsense, just pretend that this incident never happened.

If you dare to speak nonsense."

Having said that, he suddenly snatched the syringe from the doctor's hand and thrust it hard into my buttocks.

I was suddenly pricked and started to shiver in pain.

He yelled, “You…you are crazy.

Stop it, it will really kill people." Director Zhang's eyes were like a venomous snake, fierce and cold, and even his voice was filled with heart-pounding viciousness:

I'll let you go.

I know you will call the police.

I've already greeted the people over there, so I don't care if you call the police.

But I don't want to get into trouble.

As long as this matter gets out.

Next time I catch you.

It will definitely push these drugs into your body."

After saying that, he pulled out the syringe and waved the syringe filled with medicine in front of me.

There was still blood on the needle that came from my body.

Although it didn't push the medicine into my body.

But the feeling of walking through the gates of hell was even more terrifying. It was the first time I witnessed the madness of some people.

For the sake of money, people are treated as if they are not human beings.

I'm scared.

I don't know how I left.

I returned home feeling like a lost soul.

I took out my diary for some unknown reason...

Ye Changqing closed the diary, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Let's go!

I'll take you to seek revenge on Director Zhang!"

Tang Zhongzhong's face turned pale and his body trembled: "How can I seek revenge on him?

Aren't you afraid he'll inject you with psychotropic drugs too?"

Ye Changqing recalled the last time he was sent to a mental hospital.

That time he killed so many people that the asylum was littered with corpses, and the rain on the ground was dyed red.

The murderous intent in his chest surged: "I won't give him the chance to inject.

Today is the day he dies.

I'll send him off."

Tang Zhongzhong looked at Ye Changqing in shock, stuttering a little: "You...you...you want to kill someone?"

Ye Changqing's voice was as cold as if it came from a thousand-year-old ice cave: "I can't get rid of the hatred in my heart unless I kill him!"

Tang Zhongzhong looked at Ye Changqing carefully and saw that Ye Changqing's eyes were as sharp as a cold ray.

The expression on his face was filled with murderous intent that was chilling.

He knew that Ye Changqing really dared to kill people.

He became inexplicably worried.

What should I do if I kill someone?

Wanted by the police, by... He couldn't believe how this would end after committing murder.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Can you not kill people?"

Ye Changqing frowned and looked at Tang Zhongzhong: "How can I get rid of my hatred if I don't kill people?

How to take revenge?

Tang Zhongzhong was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly an idea flashed in his mind:

Give him a fivefold dose of psychotropic drugs!

Correct!

Just give him five times the dose!"

Ye Changqing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay!"

The words fell.

The car shot out like an arrow.

The tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

This caused passers-by to exclaim in surprise.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the hospital.

Ye Changqing got out of the car: "You lead the way."

Director Zhang’s office at the hospital.

Sitting on the sofa was an old man, probably in his fifties or sixties, with very fair skin and a Mediterranean hairstyle.

He sat and smoked.

Director Zhang next to him picked up the purple clay teapot and poured a cup of tea into the teacup.

Then he held the teacup in both hands and gently placed it in front of the old man: “Dean.

This month's performance is good.

I have asked the finance department to transfer three million to that account."

Dean Zhou nodded: "I understand.

I'm about to retire and won't be able to earn money for a few years.

Don't be envious of me because when I retire, you'll be the dean. You'll have plenty of time to earn money."

Director Zhang smiled and said, "The Dean took me out to play because he thinks highly of me.

I have no other ideas.”

Dean Zhou nodded and said, "You are a wise man, and your future will be brighter than mine.

And I'll back you up.

You just do it and no matter what goes wrong.

I'll take care of it for you.

Let me tell you this, don’t worry about breaking the rules or the law. Even if a few people die, I can handle it for you!

I have two words for you!

Let go.

Be bold and make money! "

Upon hearing this, Director Zhang felt more at ease. "With your words and your support, I will go all out and do my best. Dean, let me express my position to you."

Next month's income will increase by at least 20% compared to this month."