Die with the boss [Quick Transmigration]

"Oh, Xiao Sheng, it's really hard work for you."

Dean Li walked in, and the nurse who was applying medicine to Luocheng put down the ointment in her hand, and exited to close the door of the office.

Luo Cheng stood up and said with a smile on his face, "Dean, sit down. Hey, I was too careless to say that I underestimated the patient's condition."

As soon as the office door was closed, the smile on Dean Li's face for outsiders disappeared, and he frowned and asked, "What's going on today? How did you make such a big commotion?"

Dean Li Weisheng, Sheng Changyu's number one dog leg and spokesperson, is also the person who paid a lot of money to hire Sheng Rongchuan to Mingshan Hospital.

Luo Cheng didn't understand what he was thinking - if there was something wrong with Zheng Meilin's death, Li Weisheng should avoid him; Impure people are recruited into hospitals—after all, there are so many famous hospitals and clinics with high salaries, both at home and abroad. With Sheng Rongchuan's ability, it is more than enough to open a psychological counseling center by himself. What about the less prominent mental institutions?

Either Li Weisheng is really confident that he can't find out anything, or Li Weisheng has two hearts under Sheng Changyu's hands.

No matter what it is, it is not a bad thing for Luo Cheng.

So he stood in front of Dean Li, bowed his head sincerely, and reflected deeply: "It was my dereliction of duty at work, and there will be no next time, Dean."

Dean Li leaned on the hard leather sofa like an old fox, and the old god looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly asked: "You know, the patient in 405 was the last patient your mother took care of before her death, right?"

Luo Cheng's heart moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "Dean?"

Dean Li pressed his palm: "You sit down first."

Luo Cheng sat down at the bottom according to his words, Dean Li rubbed his fingers, and the tone of his mouth was sincere, even revealing the earnest teaching of the elders to the younger generations: "Xiao Sheng, your mother and I He's a colleague and a good friend, and today he's calling himself an uncle with a shy old face—is it okay for uncle to tell you a few words from his heart?"

Luo Cheng immediately changed his words very politely: "Uncle Li, tell me."

Dean Li nodded with great satisfaction, and said: "Uncle knows, you have never been able to accept the cause of your mother's death, have you? When Merrill died, you were abroad, and the cremation of the body was too early. You can see her for the last time, so you have been reluctant to believe that Merrill died of a cerebral hemorrhage, right?"

Luo Cheng controlled the time and remained silent for a while, then nodded and said, "To tell you the truth, yes. My mother left in a hurry, and the body was cremated in a hurry within two days, and there were not many relics left... Uncle Li , Which son would be able to accept this result with peace of mind?"

Dean Li nodded in understanding, sighed and said: "Who says no, even I can't accept it! Meilin has always been in good health, and I have never heard of the problem of three highs. She is in her prime and healthy. If you are healthy, how can you just go like this, don’t you think? In fact, there is a situation that my uncle never told you about.”

Luo Cheng leaned forward: "Say it."

"Before your mother died, there was a period of time when your mother behaved abnormally. She arrived late and left early for several days, or was simply absent from work. I criticized her for this back then, but she not only didn't take it to heart, but she often looked out of her mind ——Thinking about it now, I should have realized something was wrong then.”

Luo Cheng: "Do you know why?"

"I don't know, but..." Dean Li changed the subject and said something surprising, "After Mei Lin passed away, I also suspected that there was something wrong with her death, so before her internal information was cleared, I secretly copied a copy of it."

All doctors' diagnosis and treatment records and audio-visual materials communicated with patients are backed up in the hospital's database.After Zheng Meilin passed away, all the data in her computer and the backup data in the hospital were quickly deleted, for fear that others would not know that she had a big secret.

Luo Cheng really didn't expect Dean Li to tell him this, and he reacted quickly with an eager expression on his face: "Uncle Li, are you willing to give me the information, even if I just let me see it? "

Dean Li smiled kindly: "Naturally, naturally, I originally wanted to give it to you. But before that, Xiao Sheng, can you do something for uncle?"

Yo, it turned out to be a deal.

Luo Cheng's heart was calm, but his face was filled with anxiety and urgency: "Say it."

Dean Li finally returned the folder of medical records in his hand to him, and asked with a smile: "The patient in special ward 401 was originally under the care of Dr. Wang. How about transferring it to you?"

Luo Cheng took over the medical records.

In Room 401 of the special ward, Zhang Yiman is the crazy woman who killed her husband.

He turned a few pages, closed the medical record and asked inexplicably: "Why? Isn't each attending can only have one special patient in his hand? I already have a 405 in my hand..."

Dean Li interrupted him: "Just transfer 405 to Dr. Wang."

"But I don't know anything about 401..."

"I won't stay in your hands for a few days," Dean Li smiled meaningfully, and pointed out, "After next month, you won't have to be in charge of 401, and you will be in charge of patients in 405 again, how about it? "

Luo Cheng stroked the cold medical record folder, doubts abounded in his heart.

In the end, he dismissed Dean Li with "consider first". After Dean Li left, he immediately went to the special ward.

There are indeed problems in Mingshan Mental Hospital, not only problems, but also big problems.

Sheng Rongchuan secretly investigated this hospital for nearly three years, but found not many things, but one thing is worth noting.

Since the hospital was completed 16 years ago, mental patients have died every year.

It is normal for patients to die in a hospital, but what is abnormal about this hospital is that the number of deaths is almost the same every year—for 16 years, the number of deaths per year has been between 30 and [-].

This is just the number on the report submitted by the hospital to the local health bureau. As for whether it is actually this number, it is naturally unknown.The turnover of personnel in mental hospitals is very high. There are about tens of thousands of people for consultation, short-term treatment, and long-term treatment every year.

Although Mingshan Psychiatric Hospital is under the name of Shengshi Group, it has not been built into a high-end medical clinic like Shengshi Hospital, but a very friendly hospital for ordinary people. It even cooperates with the government every year to accommodate some The homeless man with mental disorder has thus become a well-known charity signboard of Shengshi Group-who would doubt that there is something wrong with this "golden signboard"?

Apart from the persevering Sheng Rongchuan, there is probably only Si Chen who has been here for ten years.

Luo Cheng came to the special ward again, and was greeted by many nurses and nurses, even a glance from nurse Zhou Luoer, which gave him goosebumps all over his body.

When he reached the ward on the fourth floor, he found two tall security guards standing outside Si Chen's door, and when he saw him, he stopped him from entering.

Luo Cheng took a peek through the small window, and saw that Si Chen was tied up on a small iron bed, his head and limbs were tightly assisted by restraint belts, and even the lower half of his face was shackled by a special shackle, which made him feel uncomfortable. He can't speak, can't put something in his mouth that shouldn't be put in his mouth, and can't bite his tongue and hurt himself-he's done this before, putting broken glass from a mirror in his mouth when people aren't looking Fortunately, the nurse found out in time, otherwise his tongue would be useless.

Si Chen couldn't move his whole body, so he glanced around restlessly, and soon noticed Luo Cheng outside the door, and smiled at him, his eyes bent into two beautiful crescent moons.

Luo Cheng said to the two security guards: "He is tied up like this, what can he do? Let me in, he is my patient, I will not be in danger."

The two security guards looked at each other and let the door open.

Luo Cheng didn't expect it to be so easy, and on second thought, it might be Dean Li's order.

He sneered in his heart.

Walking in and closing the door, Luo Cheng adjusted the drip speed for Si Chen, leaned over and touched his forehead, "Are you okay?"

Si Chen blinked and said "hmm".

After the accident happened, Si Chen didn't hold him down for long. The security guard who broke into the door came forward and pulled him away.

Luo Cheng almost couldn't control it at that time, and wanted to rush up and beat the nurse hard.

Although I don't know why Si Chen told him to "cooperate", but looking at him now, it seems that his purpose has been achieved.

Luo Cheng dragged the chair, sat down beside the bed, took out the mobile phone from the pocket of the doctor's robe, typed a line and handed it to Si Chen:

"I'll ask you a few questions, and you just answer 'yes' or 'no'. If yes, blink once, if no, twice."

He didn't believe the nonsense of "there is no surveillance in the room", otherwise, why did Si Chen just mention Zheng Meilin's death to him, and Dean Li rushed to talk to him about it?

Si Chen blinked his eyes.

Luo Cheng typed on the mobile phone: "Do you know the cause of my mother's death?"

Si Chen blinked his eyes.

"There is evidence?"

Blink twice, blink again.

Luo Cheng paused and typed: "You don't have evidence, but do you know where the evidence is?"

blink.

Luo Cheng hung his finger on the screen for a moment, but instead of continuing the topic, he changed the question: "Do you know why the number of deaths in the hospital is the same every year?"

Si Chen stared at the words on the phone screen, and after a while, he raised his eyes to Luo Cheng's face and raised his eyebrows.

Even though he didn't say a word, Luo Cheng could see the meaning from the upper half of his face: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Luo Cheng repeated: "Yes or no."

Si Chen blinked unusually slowly, and then seemed to relax suddenly, looking at him leisurely, faintly provocative, as if to say—"I know, I know everything, it depends on whether you dare or not asked".

With this appearance, he owes a beating, and also owes/fuck.

Luo Cheng suppressed the corners of his lips that couldn't help but cock up, and typed out a sentence smoothly with his fingers: "Is Zheng Meilin's death related to this incident?"

Si Chen blinked quickly.

The next question and answer will be much smoother.

"Is anyone going to die soon?"

a bit.

"401?"

blink.

Tsk, the one surnamed Li is trying to drag him onto a pirate ship to perish together.

Luo Cheng rubbed his chin: If he agrees to be Zhang Yiman's doctor, it's equivalent to being involved in this matter, how can he get away with it?