Chapter 884： Medical troubles at Jiu'an Hospital

Yan Zhixu went upstairs to rest.

That night, the news that Rong Cheng and Hua Shiying announced their relationship spread all over the country.

Countless fans announced that they would lose their fans, and a large number of emotional fans ran to scold Hua Shiying, which eventually led to the paralysis of Weibo.

The next day, Yan Zhixu sat at the dining table, eating the little wontons in the bowl without the image of a lady.

Yan Jinxiu was wearing a school uniform, sitting across from her, thinking of the red carpet yesterday, the attack with a gun and a stick.

"The sub-zero weather in Beijing is showing your thighs. Is there something wrong with your brain or is your manager's brain lacking?"

"There are also people who dress so ostentatiously and don't know that they think you are going to receive the award, but they are actually going through the motions."

Isn't their family so poor that they can't open the pot, and they can't let her bare her thighs to earn money in the winter. Isn't it delicious to lie at home as a rice bug?

"Say it straight when it's itchy."

Yan Zhixu took the soup spoon in his hand and poured a spoonful of soup into his mouth. It was sweet and delicious, and the warm feeling filled his stomach when he drank it.

"Snapped--"

A crisp sound came.

Yan Zheng raised his hand and slapped it on Yan Jinxiu's head, "You can't keep your mouth shut when you eat. If you don't want to eat it, feed the dog."

Sure enough, the son was here to collect debts, and he was in a bad mood early in the morning.

It's still a good daughter, a caring little padded jacket.

Yan Jinxiu: "Eat, I eat!"

rub, why don't you eat it?

It's getting more and more excessive. In this family, wealth is more important than oneself.

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finish breakfast.

Yan Zhixu changed his clothes, put on a light blue medical mask, and drove out of the red flag car in the garage to Jiu'an Hospital.

In the surgical clinic, the lobby is noisy and chaotic like an early morning vegetable market.

In the middle, I saw a man in his thirties who was emotional, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and said fiercely.

"Bah, you are a black-hearted hospital. My wife and children were killed by you. If you don't give me an explanation today, I will bloodbath this place!"

The man had dark blue eyes and stubble on his chin, his eyes were full of red blood, and he was excited and paranoid.

The kitchen knife in his hand exuded a chilling light, and the surrounding doctors, nurses, and onlookers stepped back a few steps.

Sheng Jinyun, who was wearing a white coat, came over, "Mr. Chu, I am very saddened by the death of your wife and children, but they died when they were sent to the hospital."

The obstetrics and gynecology department of the hospital admitted a pregnant woman who had a car accident the day before yesterday, and the chief doctor was him, but Mrs. Chu died at that time.

Mr. Chu was deeply beaten and refused to accept it. He believed that the hospital killed the person and refused to admit it.

"What you say is high-sounding, in fact, you are all animals whose conscience was eaten by dogs, scum, and scum without medical ethics!"

Mr. Chu clenched the kitchen knife in his hand and waved it frantically at the people around him, making everyone pale and screaming to retreat.

"Ding-dong-"

The elevator door opens.

A man dressed in white, wearing glasses, and an indifferent and dusty man strode over.

Fu Shimo pushed the frame with his skeletal fingers, "If you have doubts about your wife's death, you can apply for a forensic autopsy. If the result of the report is the fault of our hospital, we are willing to bear the corresponding liability for compensation."

His voice was low and magnetic, clearly falling into the ears of those present, with an inexplicable comforting effect.

"Forensic?"

"You powerful people will be protected by officials. They are not credible at all. I will seek justice for my wife and children today!"

Mr. Chu clenched the kitchen knife in his hand gloomily and rushed in the direction of Sheng Jinyun, holding it up high, the kitchen knife exuded a chilling cold light.