After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

"Boss! You're going to go to jail, what about my resettlement allowance?

You will still admit it, right?

Boss! My whole family is waiting for my resettlement allowance!"

The little brother was almost kneeling down to kowtow to Basong. He didn't want to work in vain.

If Basong had ended up going in, his sacrifice would have been meaningless.

Maybe Basong will even default on his debt.

"Shut up! What resettlement allowance? What acknowledgement?

You did what happened to Jin Xi alone!

I don't know anything! Shut up! "

Basong gritted his teeth and glared at the younger brother, his eyes full of threats and intimidation.

The younger brother was indeed frightened by his eyes at first, but he was not a fool and did not want to go to jail for nothing, so he shouted unwillingly,

"Boss! I'm afraid that if you go in, you won't have the chance to help me!

You must admit it!

I promise I won't talk nonsense!

But you must do what you promised me!"

Because the younger brother struggled so violently, he was pinned to the ground by the police and kept shouting.

Basong was so angry that his face turned blue, and he wanted to kick away the younger brother who was kneeling in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly grabbed his ankle tightly, looked at him pleadingly, and insisted that he make a promise.

Basong was furious and tried to kick the other person away, but the younger brother held on too tightly and pulled Basong off the wheelchair.

With a bang, Basong fell on his butt.

The next moment, Basong's shrill screams were heard in the corridor.

He fell onto the cold floor tiles. The stitched wound had not yet healed completely, and the fall caused it to open again.

Originally, the thickest needle was used for sewing. It would be fine if it was not moved around. If it was moved around, it would crack directly.

It felt as if blood was spurting out from the eye of the needle.

Basong was in so much pain that he couldn't move, not to mention the other injuries on his body.

Basong, who once called the shots and did all kinds of bad things in the base, now suffered from incontinence and was covered in dirt.

"Ah! It hurts!

help me!

"Hurry up and save me!"

"I don't want stitches! Get me a new doctor!

Don't use this needle! Give me a smaller one!

What are you doing? Why did you pour out the whole bottle of disinfectant?

Aaaaaaaaaah!!! You are committing murder!"

"I want anesthesia! Anesthesia!

Did you hear me?! I want anesthesia! I want a small needle! I don’t want an intern!”

The sound of Basong crying and wailing was heard again in the treatment room.

This time was even more painful than the previous one.

Basong still can't figure out what method Zhan Yan and Wen Rao used to get the Special Crime Investigation Team to be dispatched!

He felt that if he didn't leave here, he would no longer be like a human or a ghost.

Basong was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. Wen Rao listened for a while, then turned around and prepared to go see Jin Xi.

Tell Jin Xi the good news.

But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by Zhan Yan.

"Raorao, go home."

Zhan Yan's voice was deep and rich. When he said "go home", Wen Rao felt a little soft-hearted.

She asked softly after she stood still.

"Then are you still insisting that I should never appear on the front line again?"

Wen Rao was not sure what Zhan Yan was thinking now, so she had to ask clearly.

"……Yes."

Zhan Yan's answer was somewhat difficult.

But he didn't want to lie to Wen Rao.

He still didn't want her to take risks.

She can stay, but she only needs to sit behind the scenes and give advice and wait for news.

"Zhan Yan, have you forgotten what you promised me before?"

Although Wen Rao was angry, she still maintained basic calmness on her face.

But my heart feels a little cold.