After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

I'm not sick!

Hokkaido Mental Hospital.

Dean Jiro Ono was sitting alone in his office.

The bag is on the table.

There is a lot of money, enough to share.

There are not too many patients in the hospital, less than 400.

Each person has a separate ward, and the food is not really too bad because the cost of food is also very low.

After all, Hokkaido has relatively abundant resources, but its population is too small.

The key point is that the cost of medicines and equipment required for treatment is quite high.

Jiro Ono thought about it for a long time and finally decided to divide all the money.

As for himself, well, he has already received an additional 50 million, and the money will be divided among everyone according to their positions.

Let’s divide it today.

Divide the money after get off work!

After making up his mind, he looked at some documents in the office. When it was almost time to get off work, he got up and went to the ward.

He still doesn't know the patient's name, but that doesn't matter.

The important thing is that this person must become a real mental patient as soon as possible, that's why he takes the money.

Ordinary people don’t know this, but those who study medicine know it well: if drugs for treating mental illnesses are abused, a normal person will soon develop symptoms of mental instability or confusion.

Even if someone from above were to investigate, they wouldn't be able to find anything.

There are three inpatient buildings in total.

There is usually no one in that last building, but there is now.

Fang Junhong has a building to himself.

Jiro Ono walked slowly with his hands behind his back. Along the way, he met hospital staff who bowed and greeted each other. This is etiquette and he would never forget it even if he died.

"How is that person now?"

He walked to the door and asked the two strong men guarding the door in a low voice.

"I just had an injection and am resting now."

Ono Jiro nodded and took a look through the small window which was only a crack.

It's clean inside, really clean.

Fang Junhong was sleeping on the bed, with the belt still tied around his body.

The towel in his mouth had been removed and he looked peaceful.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Ono Jiro smiled and nodded.

The two strong men immediately bowed and said, "This is what we should do. You are very polite."

"Well, you're doing great. I'll let you know about the meeting later, don't forget to come."

Jiro Ono was not worried that the patient would escape.

He turned and left.

At the end of the day, 5000 million yen in cash was divided among 117 employees of the Hokkaido Psychiatric Hospital.

Even the lowest-paid cleaner received five 5 yuan bills.

That’s equivalent to an extra month’s income.

……

It was already the next afternoon when Chen Ping'an returned to China.

There are only four personal bodyguards, and the others are all Chen family bodyguards.

He didn't plan to take all of them to Austria, just leave them to Chen Shaokai and Chen Shaowei.

The biggest problem has been solved, but there is only one thing left, which is that the bastard Huo Xiuwen promised Zhao Wei something, and he still has to settle it.

It’s just spending a morning with Zhao Wei!

As for Fang Junhong’s disappearance, haha, by the time the police intervened, he should have already boarded a direct flight to Vienna!

Just fly directly from Beijing.

While he was thinking, there was a knock on his door.

Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment, then walked over and opened the door.

Huo Shijun must have just taken a shower, her hair was still wet.

She was standing outside the door in a pair of denim shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt, with a fragrant smell.

"Won't you invite me in?" She smiled.

He pressed his thumb against his palm so hard that the manicure almost penetrated his palm.

This was the first time Chen Pingan saw Huo Shijun like this, and he couldn't help but look Huo Shijun up and down.

He glanced at the wet spot on her shoulder, stepped aside and said, "Come in."

After Huo Shijun came in, she closed the door and walked straight to the sofa to sit down, watching Chen Pingan standing at the window and lighting a cigar.

"...You're leaving, right?" she asked.