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The textile factory's business suddenly boomed. He Xiao was not only responsible for the guidance of production technology, but also for quality control. The supply and marketing department came to him every day to ask for quotas.

The factory has transferred most of the workers to the Doliang production line and started working overtime day and night to catch up on the goods.

Xue Mei, who had gone to Yangcheng to study with him, was heckled by colleagues in the supply and marketing department:

"You were the lesbian who went on an inspection with Factory Director He last time. Go talk to him and ask him to increase production. He will definitely listen to you."

Xue Mei was very pleased with what she heard, but her face was twitchy:

"Congratulations to the factory director on your wedding. I don't dare to disturb you. Accountant Song will be jealous by then."

"Accountant Song, how can she compare with you? If you had come to our factory earlier, nothing would have happened to her. Maybe you would be the one to marry him."

Xue Mei only entered the factory after He Xiao and Song Jia decided to have a relationship. As soon as she entered the factory, she took a job with a high-quality job. Her background was quickly revealed. I don't know how many people flattered her and tried to get close to her.

Xue Mei didn't know He Xiao at first, but later they went to Yangcheng together and got in close contact with him. She was immediately attracted by his handsome appearance and rich knowledge.

Of course, she quickly found out that He Xiao's parents were not ordinary people. They were both government cadres. They were only a little lower than her father, so they were well matched.

When he came back from Yangcheng that day, He Xiao suddenly talked to her a lot and even smiled, and she was completely smitten.

Unfortunately, he married Song Jia so quickly that it was shocking.

Several people were talking, and someone hurried over and asked anxiously:

"Has any of you seen Factory Director He? Go and inform him quickly. Song Jia has fainted."

Everyone was stunned. Why did they find Director He and the Supply and Marketing Department?

Xue Mei immediately responded: "I know where he is, I'll go and notify him."

She rushed to the office in a hurry. Others really thought she was going to find He Xiao.

In fact, she had no intention of telling He Xiao about this and had been killing time.

Unexpectedly, while she was walking outside the factory, He Xiao walked to his office with a pile of documents. There was a problem with a machine, and he had to find the technical information and repair it quickly.

When He Xiao entered the factory office, he would definitely hear others talking about Song Jia's fainting.

She was anxious and stopped him:

"Director He, I have something to ask you."

He Xiao said as he walked: "Are you anxious? If not, we can wait until later."

Xue Mei walked in front of him and forced him to stop:

"Our section chief asked me to ask you, can the production volume be increased? There are too many orders coming now..."

He Xiao was furious after hearing this, and turned away from her with a black face: "Tell your section chief that production cannot be unlimited. As the section chief, he has to strike a balance."

Seeing that she couldn't stop him, Xue Mei suddenly tilted her body and fell to the ground, rubbing her ankles and shouting "Ouch".

"Director He, my ankle is sprained and it hurts so much." She said in a coquettish tone.

But He Xiao was immersed in work and didn't hear what she said, or pretended not to hear and went straight into the office building.

After entering the office building, someone immediately asked him:

"Didn't you see Xue Mei? Song Jia fainted."

"What?" His mind buzzed, and he felt like the sky was falling.

He said to the person reporting to him:

"You go and cooperate with the workshop to repair the machine. I'm going to the hospital."

He Xiao forced himself to calm down and rode towards the hospital as fast as possible.

When she arrived at the hospital, Song Jia had already been pushed into the operating room for gastric lavage.

According to colleagues in the Finance Department, she was drinking water and then suddenly fell to the ground.

The hospital initially judged that it was poisoning, but it did not know the source of the poison, so it could only perform preliminary gastric lavage and blood transfusion. As for subsequent detoxification, the conditions of the county hospital were simply not met.

After hearing this, He Xiao's vision immediately went dark and he almost fainted. His colleague supported him on a chair in the corridor and quickly comforted him:

"Don't worry. When she comes out of the operating room, the factory will definitely transfer her to the city hospital."

At this time, the head of the supply and marketing department also appeared at the hospital to comfort him.

Finally, the conversation changed and he said: "I heard that a machine broke down in the workshop and it can't be repaired without you. Since Accountant Song is inside, you can't help. Why don't you go back to the factory to guide the repair..."

He Xiao's lungs were about to explode after hearing this. His wife's life or death was uncertain in the operating room, but he only thought about repairing the machine and rushing to give birth.

He suddenly stood up and punched the section chief in the face.

"Your grandma's, get out of here!"

The section chief wanted to fight back, but when he saw his unprecedented anger, he covered his face and left.

"It's unreasonable!"

Other colleagues supported He Xiao, who was almost collapsed, and called the doctor to give him some sedatives.

His condition is so bad that he should take a rest first.

One day later, He Xiao woke up slowly and hurriedly asked the doctor where Song Jia was.

"She is in a special ward and is still in a coma. If she is transferred to a higher-level hospital, her family's consent is required."

As the doctor spoke, he gave him a sheet to sign.

The list said that the patient's vital signs were stable and further diagnosis was needed, which made him unbearable again.

"You call an unconscious person's vital signs stable? I don't care, she must wake up."

The doctor shook his head helplessly: "Comrade, it was not the hospital that caused her to be like this. You should go find the murderer who made her like this. She was obviously poisoned."

Only then did He Xiao realize that Song Jia must have been poisoned by someone else.

He quickly borrowed a phone from the doctor and reported the incident to the police station.

The police station rushed to the hospital, investigated the situation, and then sent people to the textile factory.

After all this time, the evidence in the office has been wiped away, and the police have found nothing.

After interrogating the people in the Finance Department, no reason was found.

When the superiors learned that the textile factory was indeed producing good cloth, they took it very seriously and ordered the factory to race against time to produce to meet the people's demand for cloth.

The machines in the factory are still running rapidly, people are engaged in intense work, and the finance department is back to its busy appearance. It has not been greatly affected by this incident.

The police station even asked him to withdraw the case due to insufficient evidence.

He looked at Song Jia's bloodless face through the glass of the ward. The blood in his body seemed to be solidified and he could hardly breathe.

Just when he was on the verge of collapse, Jiang Ning and Lin Chen rushed over.

They came to the county town originally to discuss purchasing goods.

I went to the textile factory to find Song Jia, only to find out that she was hospitalized again.

This time it was even worse than last time, and I was already unconscious.

Jiang Ning quickly found an opportunity, entered the space, and then walked into the special ward.

"Song Jia, you must hold on."

She poured the spiritual spring water directly into the infusion bottle...