Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Professor Wen raised his hand and motioned for her to sit down first.

Luo Shuwan sat down obediently and looked at him eagerly, "Professor Wen, please speak quickly."

"The painter from the criminal investigation department drew a portrait of Mr. K based on Shen Zhiyi's description." Professor Wen turned on his phone and forwarded it to Luo Shuwan.

Luo Shu later opened WeChat, his eyes touched the portrait, and he was suddenly startled.

The portrait is of a back view, tall and thin, with slightly long and slightly curly hair, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

This back... looks a bit like Brother Chi!

"Where's the face? What does it look like?" she asked impatiently.

Professor Wen looked regretful, "Shen Zhiyi only saw a back figure and no more information."

"Actually, this information has no other use than causing us trouble."

"Perhaps, the police can use it in combination with criminal investigation methods."

"Things about K are things that we adults should worry about. Don't worry about that. We are about to take the postgraduate entrance examination and take the re-examination. How are you preparing for it?"

Luo Shuwan smiled awkwardly, "It's been either this or that lately. I haven't read a book properly yet."

Professor Wen gave her a look of approval, "With your background, it's no problem, but you can't take it lightly."

"On the day of your interview, as your future mentor, I have to avoid it, so I still need to prepare a little bit."

Luo Shuwan nodded repeatedly, "I'll start reading from tomorrow."

Professor Wen took out his laptop from his bag and handed it over. He smiled and said, "Let's read it now. It's a bit of a distraction. It's just too anxious to wait."

Luo Shuwan picked at his forehead in embarrassment, "Professor Wen, you think too highly of me. In this situation, I really can't calm down and read a book."

"Is this just your ability to withstand stress? In the future, when you practice law, you will encounter various emergencies and unexpected pressures. You have to learn to adapt and cope with them."

Professor Wen opened his notebook and clicked on the webpage to search for a popular variety show. "If you can't concentrate on reading, just watch some entertainment programs. In short, don't stare at one thing."

"Ah Chen's operation will take at least 8 hours. You just go out for a day and come back, and he is still in the operating room."

"Waiting here is already a kind of torture, why do you continue to treat yourself emotionally?"

"Everyone's illness starts from their emotions. You must first take care of yourself before you can take care of the sick person."

"You make sense," Luo Shuwan nodded and clicked on the variety show to watch.

But I was still worried.

My eyes were fixed on the screen, my thoughts focused on the operating room, and I would look up at the indicator lights above the operating room from time to time.

At 7 p.m., the door to the operating room slowly opened.

The director of the burn department, Fu Sichen's attending doctor, came out.

Luo Shuwan didn't even have time to put down the computer. He held it unconsciously in his hands and ran to meet him, "Doctor, how are you doing?"

The director had a tired smile on his face, "The operation was successful. The patient needs to be observed in the operating room for half an hour. If there is no problem, he can be transferred to the ward."

"Thank you, doctor, for your hard work!" Luo Shuwan bowed deeply, and when he looked up again, his vision was blurred by tears.

Professor Wen came over and handed over a tissue, "I know you have been suppressing it for a long time. Just cry."

Luo Shuwan slowly squatted down holding the computer, biting his lips to prevent himself from crying, and his tears fell like broken beads.

Professor Wen knelt down beside her and gently stroked her back, silently comforting her.

Half an hour later, the medical staff pushed Fu Sichen out of the operating room.

Luo Shuwan subconsciously threw away the computer, wiped his tears and went forward.

Fu Sichen opened his eyes slightly, looking a little distracted.

His lips moved, trying to say something.

"What did you say?" Luo Shuwan leaned forward and put her ear close to his mouth.

He murmured weakly, "Did you have a good meal today?"

Luo Shuwan was poked in tears and burst into tears.

She bit her lip and nodded vigorously, her throat so choked that she couldn't make a sound.

Fu Sichen twitched the corners of his lips and forced a smile, then closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Why are you still closing your eyes?

It's like saying goodbye!

Luo Shuwan was so nervous that he hurriedly asked the medical staff next to him, "He...what happened to him? Why did he close his eyes?"

The medical assistant sighed helplessly, "I'm tired! What else could be wrong?"

A nurse said with envy on her face, "You are really envious of others! Your husband has been talking about you since entering the operating room, saying that you have a bad gastrointestinal condition and asked us to remind you to eat on time."

"When I woke up after the operation, I kept chanting your name and worried that you hadn't eaten all day."

Luo Shuwan cried and laughed, felt happy and distressed.

Back in the ward, the medical staff worked together to lift Fu Sichen to the bed, and turned on various instruments such as ECG monitoring.

The assistant physician held the medical record folder and explained the precautions. Before leaving, he deliberately joked, "Eat well. Your husband has repeatedly told me."

Luo Shuwan smiled awkwardly, "Thank you, doctor, for making you laugh."

When she raised her head, she met Professor Wen's gentle eyes. Her face turned red and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do.

At this time, the ringtone of the mobile phone broke the awkward atmosphere.

Luo Shuwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This call came at the perfect time!

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and pressed the answer button, "Dr. Nan, you..."

"Miss Luo, we were attacked by K's people, and Mr. Chen was taken away by them!"

"What?!" Luo Shuwan's heart dropped hard.

"I'm injured and my car was damaged. Hurry up and arrange for someone to rescue Mr. Chen!"

Luo Shuwan's heart was beating loudly and she clenched her hands unconsciously, "Send me your location and I'll call an ambulance to pick you up."

"You call the police immediately and explain the situation clearly to the police. I will immediately arrange personnel to rescue Chen Lin."

Professor Wen looked serious, "What happened?"

Before Luo Shuwan could speak, a message popped up on Fu Sichen's phone.

Professor Wen rushed to the bedside and picked up his phone to check.

Luo Shuwan also came over to take a look.

An unknown number sent a photo.

In the photo, Chen Lin was stuffed in the trunk of a car, covered in blood.

Attached to the back: Let Mr. Fu personally bring 20 billion in cash to redeem the person, delay it for a day, and chop off a toe.

Luo Shuwan's brows knitted into knots, "Damn K, didn't he do this on purpose? Fu Sichen has just had surgery and won't be able to get out of bed for a week!"

Professor Wen also frowned, "K is really not that simple. He knows everything about what's going on with Ah Shen!"

"!!!" Luo Shuwan was startled, and gusts of cool wind blew across his back.