Old man Liu's life of distributing money

Chapter 114 Critically ill
"Doctor, how are you?"

Seeing the doctor coming for an examination and putting away his stethoscope, Liu Bei asked quickly.

"The patient's consciousness is about to return, probably today."

"Really?"

Liu Bei was overjoyed when he heard it. Although all the famous doctors who came for consultation said that Liu Qingshi's time was short, Liu Bei still had a glimmer of hope and a little miracle in his heart.

"However, the patient should be feeling pain now to make so many expressions. Mr. Liu, do you want to consider giving the patient some painkillers." The attending doctor said with a frown.

"painkiller?"

Liu Bei didn't understand what the doctor meant by mentioning the medicine to him, "Do painkillers have side effects?"

"This? Alas," the attending doctor sighed, and continued: "General painkillers don't have much effect on the patient. We can only use morphine-type painkillers. This kind of painkiller may have a bit of side effects."

If it was just an ordinary painkiller, the doctor should have used it long ago, so why ask Liu Bei.

"Compared with the two, which one is better?"

Liu Bei couldn't make his own choice, so he could only ask again.

After all, it is estimated that the medicine that can make the doctor call out the side effects will not be used under normal circumstances.

"Mr. Liu, you can still feel pain in a coma. It's definitely not something ordinary people can bear. It's better to use it. Although the pain can make the patient wake up faster, but."

The attending doctor didn't say anything later. Obviously, for Liu Qingshi, a patient with almost no hope, they hoped that the patient would not suffer so much in the last period of time.

".use."

Liu Bei understood the meaning in his tone, and the discomfort in his heart was like a lump in his throat. It took him a while to say the word 'use' with difficulty.

With approval, the attending doctor arranged for the medicine to be administered, and after a while the nurse brought painkillers and injected Liu Qingshi intramuscularly.

The medicine started to take effect in less than half an hour, Liu Qingshi's wrinkle did not start to ease, and his face also relaxed.

Liu Bei and the other three were once again left in the ward.

From surprise to blow, Liu Bei's temperament was like a roller coaster, and in the end he seemed so powerless.

Sometimes, money is really not everything, especially in life.

Liu Bei, who was sitting on the chair in a daze, looked bewildered and completely lost the strength to flip through the materials.

Seeing that he was being hit again, An Susu couldn't help hugging him from behind. There was no words to comfort him, only hugging each other.

Seeing this, An Youyou felt that staying in the ward was a bit depressing, so she got up and walked out of the ward, leaving space for the two of them.

An Youyou, who doesn't smoke, has been a little tired recently. She couldn't help but sneak downstairs, bought a pack of cigarettes, and started smoking while standing in a corner.

"Suck~~cough cough, suck~~cough cough cough."

Taking a puff and coughing, and taking a puff and coughing, An Yong's bloodshot eyeballs were gradually moistened by tears. Of course, he also slowly got used to the smell of cigarettes.

"Crack-"

Two paparazzi squatting in the distance happened to recognize An Youyou and took a picture of him smoking with tears in his eyes.

"It seems that Liu Qingshi's condition is not very good, otherwise, why would this great-great-grandson hide here and cry." The tall and thin reporter caressed the camera and said.

"Hey, if you give this to the editor-in-chief, you will probably get a lot of rewards." The fat reporter with the binoculars replied casually with a smile.

"Hey, I think so too," the tall and thin reporter patted the camera in his hand, and said with a confident smile, "Exclusive headlines."

The speed of the news is very important. The two sent the information back to the company, and immediately the news appeared on the Internet. The news that Liu Qingshi was critically ill.

"The victim of the 20 billion M yuan kidnapping case is critically ill!!!"

As soon as the news came out, other media immediately followed suit, and the news of Liu Qingshi's critical illness spread all over the Internet immediately.

The living room in the presidential suite.

A lawyer in charge of collecting information directly sent the news to Fang Caizhong's computer as soon as the news came out.

"Ding dong."

There were just a lot of videos with Wang Yong on the computer, and when I clicked on the message, I couldn't help but stop talking.

"Talented, what's wrong?"

"Tan Jun's case needs to be sped up, Liu Qingshi is dying."

"Death is death. The progress of my negotiation with Tan's is not going very well. You should take this opportunity to talk to Tan Jun more."

"understood."

It is not Wang Yong's style to help others for no reason. If there is no benefit, it is too early to rush to Tan Jun's place. Wang Yong's goal is a piece of land in Tan's hands.

It's just that the relationship with Tan's real estate far exceeded Wang Yong's expectations. Without Tan Jun's help, it would be almost impossible for him to get the land from Tan's.

"President Wang, I haven't formally confronted Liu Bei yet, so I need you to try it out for me first."

"What do you need me to do?"

"There are only two projects in Liu Bei's hands that are worthy of his energy. If he can do something about the nursing home or Liu Bei's loan, he should calm down a little."

"Don't worry, I'll do all these things. Let Tan Jun make the move as soon as possible. I'm bound to get that piece of land."

"understood."

After finishing the call with Wang Yong, Caizhong recruited his subordinates to inquire.

"How did you find that person?"

"Lawyer Fang, that family has moved for more than ten years, and our people are working hard to find it."

"Make them go faster."

"Yes."

. . . . .

in the hospital.

The three of Liu Bei naturally also saw this report. An Susu saw that Liu Bei's face was getting worse staring at the phone, and couldn't help comforting him: "Brother Liu, these people are talking nonsense, don't take it to heart."

Liu Bei didn't answer, but with a sullen face, he looked at An Yong for a long time before saying, "If you can't smoke, don't learn."

How could An Yong know that he was just going down to vent his feelings, and he made the headlines directly.

Hearing Liu Bei's reprimand, he lowered his head and quickly admitted his mistake.

Then Liu Bei stretched out his hand, he thought he was about to be beaten, so he quickly raised his hand to block it, but he heard Liu Bei say two words,

"Bring it."

Anyou put down his hand carefully, with a confused look on his face, he asked tentatively, "What is it?"

"Smoke, what else can it be?"

"Oh."

An Youyou hurriedly took out the cigarettes and lighters in his pocket, and handed them all over, with a very cautious expression on his face. Seeing his cowardly look, An Susu couldn't help but put his hand on his shoulder and slapped him twice.

"I told you to be disobedient. After this time, you still make this kind of news. Do you want to make your Uncle Liu angry to death?"

"Susu, stop hitting. The news is not intentional. I'm going out for a walk."

After finishing speaking, Liu Bei got up and walked to the corridor outside, and lit a cigarette for himself with trembling hands until there was no one there.

Then he let out a breath slowly, as if he let out a sigh of relief, squatting on the ground leaning against the wall.

"Jingle bell~~"

"Hey."

"Mr. Liu, this side is ready, do you want to start?" The caller was Shen Yinghua.

Liu Bei exhaled the smoke slowly, and then replied: "Let's do it, remember to let them come one by one, don't give the other party any chance to breathe."

"Okay, Mr. Liu."

(End of this chapter)