Fall in love with your enemy

Continuing from last time, it really is worthy of being a top-ranked private hospital in the country, even the medical disputes are the loudest. I was lucky enough to catch this lively day. Uncle Hou himself found it very novel. He is a person who doesn't bother to take care of things for hundreds or thousands of years except for "harassing" his wife. He just had nothing to do today so he took a walk and happened to happen to happen to have a good time.

I was still listening to the old man on the steps cursing when Uncle Hou pulled out a pair of binoculars from somewhere. He squinted his eyes and looked down. He heaved a long sigh of relief: "It's not bad. It's not our nurse's blood. She just fell down."

After saying that, he patted my head, sat back on the sofa and made a phone call. The voice on the other end sounded familiar to me. It was Lawyer Zhang who always stayed with Uncle Hou: "Hello? Mr. Hou, did you hear the noise downstairs just now?"

"Not only did I hear it, I also saw it. It was quite spectacular. So, as someone who was closer, did you notice anything else? What's wrong with that old lady?" Old Hou sighed, feeling a little helpless and wanting to laugh.

Lawyer Zhang was also very annoyed, and calmly spat out two words: "Dead."

I was quite surprised, but Uncle Hou didn't react at all except raising his eyebrows. At most, he snorted tiredly: "Really? Was it intentional or accidental?"

"Judging from the expressions of these people, this should be unexpected. After all, buying two coffins costs a lot of money, so the price has been increased. I have already sent you the amount." Lawyer Zhang imitated Uncle Hou's deep and serious tone and said jokingly, "Mr. Hou, what should we do now? There are still many people watching the fun, and several media have also come."

"Save the people first. This is a hospital. Are you just standing there and not moving? Are you posing for the media to take pictures?"

Lawyer Zhang pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was going on: "She's already dead. Huihui fell with her. I felt her breath the first time and found that she hit the back of her head. She's dead."

"Why do you care whether she is dead or not? Did someone use a loudspeaker to shout that she is dead? Isn't there still time to rescue her after her heart stops beating? Just pretend to save her. After you have done your best and confirmed her death, give them the money. When the people leave, call the police to assess the damage. There are several broken devices in the operating room, right?" Lao Hou sneered, and it was even more interesting when he opened the reimbursement form. He waved for me to come over.

I looked downstairs and saw a group of nurses rushing out of the stairs and bringing the old lady in. I just saw this and then walked past. Uncle Hou was still staring at the string of numbers on his phone and laughing. He put it away when he saw me sit down. He shook his head and handed me a cup of tea: "Have you eaten? I'll ask them to bring some food up?"

I shrugged and said nothing, thinking that Uncle Hou was really careless. How serious would it be if something really happened in a sensitive industry like a hospital? He was still able to laugh and think about eating. After thinking it over again and again, I still pulled his sleeve and said, "Uncle, don't you want to go down and take a look?"

"What are you looking at?" Lao Hou looked at me with interest.

"Something happened. Two people died in just half a day." I replied.

"How many people die in the hospital every day? The most unlucky person in the world can choke to death by drinking cold water. The surveillance cameras recorded it clearly. The first person's operation failed legitimately, and the second one fell down by himself, dragging our nurse with him. We haven't asked him for compensation yet. Should I rush to apologize to them?" Lao Hou patted my shoulder and said, "And Shishi, do you know how much money they asked me for?"

"How much?" I asked in confusion. I was quite surprised to see him mysteriously holding up three fingers: "Three million?"

"He really dared to ask for three million. I told you they were decent people, but they only asked for three hundred thousand." Old Hou rolled his eyes in disdain.

I was even more shocked than before: "Just 300,000? Or is it what Zhang Lu just said, after the price has been raised?"

"Yes, it's just three hundred thousand and two lives, but the dead are both elderly people. For the young people who survived, not only did we not do anything bad, but we also lightened their burden. Their parents raised them with great difficulty, and one of them is a bargaining chip, and the other is a gun for coercion and kidnapping. And they want three hundred thousand. Don't you think this is just self-degrading? From time to time, some people are just so sad. You can put your sensibility on people of value, not these impersonators."

When Uncle Hou placed the fruit plate in front of me, he tapped it as if to warn me, then smiled and rubbed my hair. Actually, if I were to say I had sympathy, I knew they were here for the money, and it wasn't a big deal from the beginning. They were just like that to the dead old man inside. Maybe it was just that the color of the blood was too bright and it irritated my eyes, so I couldn't help but say it. Mainly, I was also worried about those reporters. In case they really took some inappropriate photos, it would not be good for Wen Yu.

"Then I'll go back and tell Fu Xu to block some of the news that should be blocked, and issue a few clarification drafts, okay?" I said with a breath of relief.

Uncle Hou still didn't care. He took a blank check from the drawer and filled it out in no time. After a while, someone came up to take it away. He also brought me a plate of dessert and put it on the table. He took the first piece and said he wanted to taste it for me to see if it was poisonous. When he saw me laughing, he continued, "There's no need to bother your young master. They are just spectators. Let them say whatever they want."

“It’s bad for the hospital’s reputation.”

Old Hou sighed, and immediately the two expressions of helplessness towards me and contempt for the people downstairs were squeezed together on his face with great difficulty. He sighed slowly: "Shi Shi, have you ever seen a tall building destroyed by a few insignificant insults from a few insignificant people? Even if we don't talk about other things, our Wen Yu has saved more lives than died, right?"

I think there's nothing to say about this. After all, the hospital is not the King of Hell. No matter how good the medical skills are, there will be times when they are helpless. The worst that can happen is that the case can be taken to court. There are many ways to make the extortionate party speechless. It will just be a little troublesome. But if they are anxious to jump out to prove themselves before anything has happened, I can't imagine how much money the hospital has to pay to the media for treating a disease. Isn't that unfair?

I nodded, still thinking about the old lady who had passed away. According to Uncle Hou, she should be the mother of the old man who was cursing. Her accidental death only added 100,000 yuan to the family's original wealth. I wonder if she would think it was worth it in her grave? But this "worth it" was only short-lived, because her descendants who made trouble lost their temper and smashed the hospital's equipment in a hurry, which was worth hundreds of millions.

All in all, this trip is not worth the effort.

Uncle Hou was still cheerfully advising: "The first principle of being a capitalist is not to take too many things seriously, and not to take too many people as people. You have money and don't commit crimes, so you can live a very carefree life. This is God's reward for your good deeds in your previous life, so why not enjoy it? Don't let your imagination run wild."

I nodded, then remembered the joke again and gave Lao Hou a glare: "Why didn't God tell you not to bully me when He gave you the gift? Then I am a third-generation rich man, which means I was a good person in my previous life. Why am I treated differently? God is too partial..."

"Who bullied you? You little bastard is quite talkative." Old Hou laughed, and then he stuffed me with food as if to coax me. He stood up and picked up the suit jacket lying in the corner and put it on. "You're right, you came at the right time. I was thinking that if you didn't come, I would call you after I was done with my comfort. In addition to the chocolate from the Wei family, did you know that the old man from Song Jie's family was also furious?"

It took me a long time to remember the fierce old man named Song Xiaoliang. It was ridiculous that I always regarded him as the biggest rival during the trip to Malaysia a few years ago, but he disappeared in just a few years. Things are really unpredictable. I really didn't care about his news. After all, he was retired and there was no promising child to take over his business. The great Song family settled in Linjiang and could only be stuck in the middle like a "skinny camel". It was so pitiful and sad. I wanted to listen to his voice because I was bored.

So he is such a pitiful and miserable person, whose life is extremely boring. He suddenly becomes mentally disturbed and has to go out and become a "headache" for his former rivals of the same class. Uncle Hou is very distressed because the first person Song Xiaoliang approached was him, with the reason that the Hou family was meddling in other people's business and preventing his grandson from marrying the Han family.

Yes, he didn't look for the "brutal" Zhao family, didn't look for the "treacherous" Gao family, didn't look for my family who was reasonable, and didn't even rush to propose marriage to the Han family. He just made trouble. The first reason he looked for the Hou family was simply that this family has always valued harmony and turned a deaf ear to what is happening outside. It must be intentional for them to "bully" his family.

It's obvious that he is bullying the weak and fearing the strong...

But what made him feel that the Hou family was "soft"? We don't know, and we don't understand. Uncle Hou faced such a person, and he didn't know whether to resist or admit defeat. As soon as the old man found out, Song Jie and Song Fei came to apologize, and it happened several times in a row. No matter how tolerant he is to beautiful girls, he can't be so tolerant? Besides, Song Jie is old, and no matter how good-looking Song Fei is, he is still a junior. It's not appropriate for him to keep glancing at them.

I wanted to laugh, but I felt it was impolite. After all, my family had some reasons to target the Song family, so I stood up and handed tea to Uncle Hou in a flattering way. He knew what I was thinking at a glance and poked my head with his hand: "Laugh if you want to. You are so embarrassed that your face is red. You are really not suitable for lying."

I raised my head and roared like a dragon, but the sound was only loud for a few beats before my immune cells protested strongly again. It was hard enough to eliminate the virus in my body, and it was too much for me to waste my energy on such a boring thing. My head felt heavy and my legs were shaking so much that I could hardly stand straight. I had heard so many jokes that I had forgotten I was sick. I had to go downstairs to make an appointment later. It was so painful.

"So he's picking on you by using this kind of medical trouble?" I asked with a wry smile.

"There's also the drug issue. Wasn't there a new batch of vaccines released last month? They weren't even on the market yet, just in the trial stage, but he was so impatient that he rushed over and said there was a problem, and mobilized the people above to investigate - in the end, they found nothing. I can't say that I'm flawless, but how dare a retired person like him go against me who's in power? I've tried it, and my apprentices are sensible." Uncle Hou smiled very "evilly" and pinched my pulse again: "Do you know what there is a saying about master and apprentice?"

I thought about it and shrugged: "Teach the apprentice and starve the master to death."

"That's right, you said that he was a big shot in the outside world. The older he gets, the more confused he becomes. What era is this? You can't expect a person who is climbing up the social ladder to have a conscience! Hey, it's rare. Tsk, you're still hot, why didn't you say so earlier." Uncle Hou was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses. Probably because he had just drunk some wine and was confused, he remembered that he didn't wear his tie, so he casually pulled it up and pulled me out: "Let's go, I'll go downstairs to get you some medicine. Ahem, Yanyan is still with you for the time being. Uncle is indeed busy..."

"And yet you still say that my husband Fu's child was born to me, his elder sister, so shouldn't I still raise your daughter?" I complained.

Lao Hou may have been in the wrong so he ignored me. It was not until I went to the medicine place that he started to lecture me, saying that I didn't take care of my body, didn't know how to rest, and didn't know how to enjoy myself... Alas, this is finally his territory. It's strange. Why am I standing here and listening to his lecture? He is obviously a pediatrician! How can I treat him when I am over 20 years old?

Yanyan squinted her eyes and pursed her lips towards her father, her expression squeezed into the shape of the word "囧". Old Hou reeked of alcohol. Yanyan was reluctant to leave me in the first place, and now it goes without saying that she quickly hid behind me and asked me if she could pretend that she had never been here. I said of course I could, after all, your dad doesn't want you very much, and you two father and daughter are in a strange "two-way running" relationship.

I took the medicine and went to meet up with Chengcheng. When passing by an empty ward, I saw the family that had caused the medical trouble just now. Most of the people who had been making trouble were not there. There was only a so-called "representative" and two corpses inside. Lawyer Zhang was sitting opposite and wrote something calmly and handed it to me, along with a check. The old man who had been yelling and cursing immediately fell silent and took it quietly. He was now tolerant and filial. He knelt down in front of the two corpses, kowtowed heavily, and covered them with white cloth, ready to take his loving parents home.

I wanted to laugh when I saw him. Lawyer Zhang happened to be bored, and he saw me through the crack in the door. He smiled and nodded to say hello. I greeted him back, and that was it. I thought that Yanyan was still by my side after all. She was so young, and I didn't want her to see too many tragedies in the world. It was so shameless, but in just a moment, the old man also saw me. I didn't know him, but I could see the sudden change in his eyes to a cold and terrifying look, which was ferocious and scary, which made me shudder.

I was not sure who his eyes were directed at, so I quickly protected Yanyan behind me and left in a hurry. I felt so strange that I didn't even react when I passed by Chengcheng. He came to hold me and asked me what was wrong. I didn't answer. My sixth sense was still clear. I tried my best to swallow the breath and then I could hold Yanyan to him calmly.

"Go find a place to sit and wait for me. I remembered that I left my bag at Uncle Hou's place." I smiled and glanced around. Feeling uneasy, I pinched Yanyan's face again: "Be good. It's a mess today. Don't leave your brother one meter away! Do you know how long one meter is?"

Yanyan smiled and stretched out her arms: "This long."

"By the way, you're really smart." I stroked Yanyan's hair and gave him a kiss. I was about to leave, but Chengcheng entangled me and held me back. I really wanted to use my Nine Yin White Bone Claws to pinch his face: "You're so good too!"

"How perfunctory." Cheng Cheng waved his hand and let me go.

I hurried back to the inpatient building. It was still quiet here, with no signs of any trouble. The group causing trouble were still sitting in front of the registration office opposite, taking fruits and food from their pockets to eat. The reporters and onlookers were also quiet, sitting on the flower beds, chatting and laughing. They almost diluted my sense of crisis, but I knew clearly that the look in their eyes was not an illusion.

Uncle Hou just told me about the Song family, and I began to have doubts. If this is another disaster for the Song family, we can't expect all of Song Xiaoliang's disciples to be ungrateful. After all, it is a public problem, and it will be too late to save it if something goes wrong. I wanted to call Uncle Hou right away, and stay away from Yanyan to avoid any trouble of "kidnapping" for me, but I never thought about what I should do if it is my problem.

Before I finished dialing the number, the group received the second order, carrying pots and pans and making a commotion, rushing towards the inpatient department. I subconsciously walked up the stairs and hid by the glass door, thinking that it would be enough to not hinder their way. But who would have thought that even if I was clinging to the door, I would be pushed down by everyone? It is really hard to say whether it was a deliberate plan or an accident, until I looked up and saw my brother in the crowd of people watching the excitement.

I didn't have time to call him or think. The pain all over my body inexplicably gathered in my lower abdomen, and my lower body felt sticky and hot. I covered my stomach, unable to speak due to the pain. I wanted to call for help, but no one dared to help me when I fell to the ground. All that came over me was astonishment and accusations against the "murderer."

My brother just stood silently behind the crowd, hiding his disbelief, with his hands clenched tightly.