Smith did not say where the jade seal was. Gentlemen have the right to keep secrets. Mr. Carr did not ask further:

"The director believes that there are two possibilities. One is that this jade seal is really, as everyone thinks, the last key to unlocking a certain treasure. If this is the case, it can completely exchange for your life. But, so

The director believes that there is another possibility. China is a country with the most dynasties in the world and has a very complicated history. In order to save your life, the committee paid a large sum of money to invite top Chinese experts to investigate the history related to the treasure, and came to the conclusion that

Yes: This treasure is probably a scam."

Smith sighed in disappointment. If the whole thing was a scam, the Plum Blossom Jade Seal would be worthless, and his life...

"Watson, I just said he was Hermes; pay attention to what I said, someone must arrange the scam. If he is the person who arranged the scam, what can you think of?" A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Carl's mouth.

"Yeah, if it's a scam he set up, I'll be safe." Smith was about to sit up in high spirits, but he didn't expect to touch the injured area, and he ejaculated in pain.

"It's not that simple, Smith. On the contrary, the director believes that if he is the master of the scam, you will be more dangerous."

"Why?"

"Because you are facing more than just Hermes, think about your men, think about who caused you and them injuries? In this land, they have mysterious power, and the foundation of the Blue Stone Family is here

.You and I must be extremely careful under the current circumstances. The Jade Seal will be our only bargaining chip. Besides, the committee has to do more than just save you. We have to come and make a fortune here. I'm sorry.

Watson, for the sake of everyone, you have to suffer more. Dr. Brown was once the best urologist in the world because he thought Dr. Li was better than him. For the time being, you have to be Dr. Li's patient. This is also

Everyone’s opinion.”

Smith nodded helplessly. Karl was not discussing with him, but giving an order.

"Watson, you said about the friend in Shanghai, he..." Carl sat on the edge of the bed. Smith felt a chill in his heart and responded: "Uncle Carl, I only had contact with that friend once."

He didn't dare to say too much. Friendship did not exist in the world of crocodiles. If he was considered a useless waste, the kind Carl might turn into a crocodile at any time.

Tian Xuyang, Smith closed his eyes and thought about this strange Chinese man. Maybe he should agree to his conditions?

At this time, the little liar was also full of doubts.

It is said that the police have obtained preliminary results in their investigation of the "10.9 Incident", but they did not arrest anyone. They only asked the unlucky "Dr. Deep Man" for questioning. What Zhu Tong is confused about is that the black and white evil spirits are definitely not as good as Taiwan Haiyan.

The police didn't even track them down?

Zhu Tong asked Liu Yilan what to do if someone from the Treasure Hunting Alliance came, and Liu Yilan said that they should ignore those people for the time being. This disaster has been big enough, and the Shanghai police are doing their best to trace the participants of the "10.9" incident. They have recently

Don't dare to take any action.

Liu Yilan also told him to be careful and just watch him to ensure that he can get the Plum Blossom Jade Seal.

During dinner in the evening, members of the emergency medical team were urgently summoned to the conference room for a meeting by Wang Juefei.

Zhu Tong was very unhappy. He had just prepared rice and was preparing to enjoy a sweet dinner with Ye'er.

In front of Ye'er, Zhu Tong could only show the ethics of a professional doctor, say sorry, and hurried to the conference room.

Wang Juefei was very excited. He was a veteran of Shanghai's financial industry. He stomped around and followed the man who shook the world: Mr. Song. He personally came to the hospital to express his extreme concern for the foreign friends who were injured in the "10.9" incident and accompanied him.

All of them are officials of considerable rank.

The theme of this meeting is to make every effort to ensure the life safety and health of the injured.

Mr. Song cordially expressed condolences to each of the injured, especially in front of Mr. Smith's hospital bed. Mr. Song said that he would definitely give an explanation to the world, asking Mr. Smith not to lose heart in Shanghai and welcome friends from all walks of life to come to Shanghai for development. Mr. Song also asked Wang Juefei,

We must arrange for the best doctor to ensure that Mr. Smith can recover as soon as possible with as few sequelae as possible.

Mr. Song told the accompanying Director of the Health Bureau Gan that Shanghai's medical force should fully support the Ocean Hospital; he was very satisfied with the work of the emergency team and the work of Director Wang Juefei.

Wang Juefei immediately said that after the Ocean Hospital's full rescue efforts, Mr. Smith's injury was steadily improving, and he promised that there would be no accidents. Wang Juefei specially handed Zhu Tong to the front, saying that it was this young Director Li who used the combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

This method preserved Mr. Smith’s male function; he also said that after seeing the case, Dr. Brown, the world’s urology expert from the UK, praised Ocean Hospital’s treatment of Smith as a miracle in the medical field.

Mr. Song held Zhu Tong's hand, encouraged him cordially, and asked him about his work and living situation, and if he had any requirements?

The little liar pushed up his glasses, pretending to be a shy nerd, and said that he was a student of Wang Juefei, and that this patient had better results because of the joint efforts of all the medical staff in the hospital. This vague answer made Mr. Song very confused.

Wang Juefei was impressed, so everyone smiled with satisfaction.

Smith also smiled with satisfaction. The only one who seemed dissatisfied was the little liar.

The arrival of Mr. Song invisibly made him feel tremendous pressure, and he was still so sensitive to time. There must be a reason behind this. However, at his current level, he could not figure out where the problem lay.

A circle of people accompanied Mr. Song around, and when he was finally about to leave, Mr. Song covered his head and said he was dizzy.

The emergency system of the Ocean Hospital was activated again, and Mr. Song was placed in the senior cadre ward for a thorough examination. An hour later, a preliminary conclusion came out: Mr. Song was old and had been too busy with work recently, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the heart, resulting in hypoxia to the brain.

, requiring hospitalization for recuperation.

Huang Hai was on duty at this time, and Wang Juefei was personally responsible for Mr. Song's illness. Zhu Tong was bored and couldn't walk away, so he and Huang Hai stood at the end of the corridor chatting.

Huang Hai said that Mr. Song has been operating in Shanghai for many years and has been in charge of the financial department for a long time, which has a great influence. His appearance here is surprising.

At around ten o'clock, Assistant Wu came to call Director Li for a consultation. The results of Mr. Song's examination came out. There was a blood clot in his brain, in a very dangerous part.

The marine disease that Wang Juefei is concerned about focuses on pathological research. He can be regarded as a cardiovascular and cerebrovascular expert. As a graduate student of Wang Juefei, Zhu Tong has read some relevant books. After listening to the introduction by the director of the cardiovascular department, he understood that Mr. Song was not pretending to be ill. Now he really has it.

Life is in danger.

At 10:40, the medical team specially responsible for Mr. Song and two cardiovascular and cerebrovascular experts from other hospitals arrived. If it were an ordinary person, such a consultation would only have one result, and surgery would be performed as soon as possible to clear the blood clot.

Mr. Song already has intracranial hypertension, and the degree of lumen closure exceeds 50%. Without surgery, he is prone to disease, and hemiplegia in mild cases may be life-threatening in severe cases.

However, due to Mr. Song's status, no one dared to make the decision to perform surgery. It was said that the decision would be reported to superiors and the opinions of family members would also be sought.

The conclusion was reported, and the experts were idle and gathered around the conference room to discuss professional issues. Everyone was surprised that Mr. Song was not very fat and had no history of high blood pressure and diabetes; it was normal for him to have mild heart disease at his age.

, not enough to cause cerebral thrombosis. Experts speculated that Mr. Song may have been too tired with his brain recently and did not pay attention to rest.

Zhu Tong flipped through the medical books, savored the words of the experts, and gradually understood the subtext that no one had said: Mr. Song must have been strongly stimulated recently, or had a fierce quarrel with others, and this was the main cause of the disease.

At 11:10, Mr. Song's family members rushed to the hospital, and Zhu Tong saw an acquaintance, Mr. Song Zhongren.

At 11:20, government officials rushed to the hospital and immediately began to discuss Mr. Song's condition.

Zhu Tong himself was still ill, so he slipped out of the conference room at 11:30 and ran to the Aromatherapy Center, where he took a golden elixir to calm down and heal his wounds. He sneaked back into the conference room after one o'clock.

This time he was shocked. Wang Xiangjian was also in the conference room, sitting on a chair in the front row and listening quietly without making any comments; Ye'er sat next to him and lowered his head to record.

The meeting lasted until two o'clock. Wang Xiangjian went to Mr. Song's room to express his condolences without anyone accompanying him. Everyone waited outside and was busy until about three o'clock before it came to an end. Ye'er and Huang Hai both left with Wang Xiangjian. The little liar was very

I wonder why Mr. Song's illness involves so many people and things? Why did Wang Xiangjian call his men back in the middle of the night?

The next morning, when Zhu Tong was about to attend his daily routine inspection, Wang Juefei informed him in a low voice that there was a car waiting at the door and someone wanted to see him.

Zhu Tong walked out of the senior cadre ward, and there was indeed a car parked in the parking lot in front of the building, a black Audi A8; Huang Hai was sitting in the driver's seat, and Ye'er was waving to him from the side of the car.

As the Audi A8 drove out of the Ocean Hospital, Zhu Tong pretended to be puzzled: "Where are we going? It's mysterious."

"The chief wants to see you." Ye'er sat with him in the back seat, and their hands crossed as soon as they got into the car.

"Why do you want to see me? The experts are inside."

"Here!" Ye'er waved the document bag in his hand; "Here are all the cases. You are a Chinese medicine practitioner and you didn't speak last night. The chief needs to know more about the situation and would like to ask your opinion."

Huang Hai smiled through the rearview mirror: "The chief thinks you must have a better way, but he didn't say it."

"Cerebral thrombosis, it might kill someone, what can I do?" Zhu Tong smiled bitterly.

"The chief is afraid that such a situation will arise, so he invites you to attend another consultation. Mr. Song...can't die." Huang Hai wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back halfway.

There was a brief silence in the car. Zhu Tong looked outside the car, thinking rapidly in his mind.

Wang Xiangjian is concerned about Mr. Song's illness. Does that mean that Mr. Song is also his target? It's too complicated. He is just a doctor. It's okay to deal with Smith. If he gets involved in such a thing, he won't cause any trouble, right?

Huang Hai's expression was solemn, and he focused on driving the A8 quickly; Ye'er didn't seem to be so stressed, and his soft fingers gently slid on the palm of his lover's hand, itching. Zhu Tong couldn't help but regret a little. If he had known better, he should not have agreed to Huang Hai's advice to Ye'er.

It's dangerous to work next to Wang Xiangjian and wade into this muddy water.
Chapter completed!