The special assistant was stunned, and all the flashes suddenly stopped. A female reporter was beaten. She fell to the ground, reached out to hug her head, and blood flowed out from her fingers.
Qin Huan stood in front of the hospital bed, with his hands hanging beside him, and his right hand was bleeding from his wrist. The blood was much thicker than water. At that slow speed, it flowed through his palms, jumped into his fingertips, and then slowly
Slow dripping on the white floor.
There were so many people in the ward, but the sound of blood dripping on the floor seemed to have clearly reached everyone's ears.
Maybe ten seconds later, I don’t know who shouted, “The mistress is openly a big female reporter!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the flash light lit up again. No one cared about the life or death of the female reporter on the ground, no one cared about the serious ward, nor did he care about what Qin Huan was thinking. They only knew that Hong Kong would change again tomorrow.
Such news is simply rare in a century.
Seeing that the situation could not be controlled, and someone was injured, she rushed outside to call people. Soon, the hospital security guard and doctor rushed over. The security guard drove the reporter out. The noise was very loud, and finally he had to be alarmed.
After the police, the reporters insisted that Qin Huan beat someone, while the special guards spoke for Qin Huan, saying that the reporters rushed into the ward first, which seriously affected the patient's health. Qin Huan was defending himself.
The police had no choice but to use three policemen to get everyone to the police station.
Qin Huan's right hand was briefly bandaged in the hospital. She cut many small scars from her wrist to her palm from her hand. Although it was not deep, there were so many scars and so much viscous blood, which was shocking to see.
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The police station people naturally know that Qin Huan, the woman with the highest value in Hong Kong, has too hard background. Neither Fu Chengjue nor Shen Yinchen can afford it. The taxes paid by the two families every year.
It's enough to support half of the day in Hong Kong.
The person who recorded the confession for Qin Huan was a young male policeman. Seeing Qin Huan's slightly drooping eyes, the male policeman looked pale and thought she was frightened. He poured her a glass of warm milk and said, "Miss Qin, don't be too nervous,
You just need to tell the story once.”
Qin Huan's injured right hand was bandaged with gauze, and she couldn't pick it up. She raised her left hand to take it over and whispered, "Thank you."
Even at this time, she was still polite, polite and even alienated. The male police officer could not associate such a woman with the mistress mentioned in the magazine, although her appearance was worthy of the word "vixen".
Qin Huan didn't drink, she just cooperated with the police and told the matter again. The male policeman recorded his confession on a routine basis. After finishing it, she saw Qin Huan sitting quietly on the chair and couldn't help but say, "Miss Qin, you want to eat."
What? I'll buy you something, your face doesn't look very good."
Qin Huan originally wanted to say it was not needed, but the fire in her stomach was burning, which made her feel troublesome even when she got up. After a few seconds, she whispered, "Then please buy me an egg tart."
The male police officer immediately said, "Okay, you wait a moment."
The male policeman walked out. When his colleagues outside saw him coming out, they all came over and lowered their voices, "How is it? How is it?"
The male police officer said, "What's the matter?"
The colleagues smiled meaningfully, and then whispered, "Qin Huan, look at what kind of men are around her? What does it feel like to be a woman who can fight the Fu family and the Shen family?"
The male policeman subconsciously frowned and couldn't help but say, "What nonsense, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, I'll buy her some food."
The male policeman walked forward, and the colleague behind him said, "Don't say we didn't tell you, stay away from her."
The male policeman said bored in his heart, but his feet accelerated. Qin Huan said he wanted to eat egg tarts. He remembered that there was a dessert shop nearby, which should be sold.
Qin Huan was waiting in the separate room, but the male policeman didn't come back for twenty minutes. She had a stomachache that made her stomach hurt. She finally bent down slowly and lay on the table, tears slid down the corners of her eyes.
The stomachache was almost spasm, Qin Huan was drowsy, and in a blur, someone was calling her softly, "Qin Huan..."
Qin Huan opened her eyes, but she didn't see anyone. She thought she was confused, but after a few seconds, she felt her shoulders warm. It turned out that someone was holding her shoulders and lifting her up.
Chen Yinchen's face appeared in front of Qin Huan. She sat on the chair, and he squatted in front of her, holding her shoulders. He whispered, "Qin Huan, are you okay?"
Qin Huan's tears suddenly burst out, and the feeling was as if he was so aggrieved that he finally had a support.
Chen Yinchen pulled Qin Huan into his arms, hugged her, patted the back of her head, and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not afraid anymore, I'm here..."
When the male policeman returned to the police station, it had been almost forty minutes. He strode towards Qin Huan and walked around the room, but was stopped by his colleagues halfway. When his colleague saw that he had a layer of sweat on his head and his hands were still in his hands. Carrying the bag from the pastry shop, he couldn't help but joke, "Yeah, where are you going?"
The male policeman had no time to chat with them, afraid that Qin Huan would wait for a long time, so he acted and was about to go in. But his colleague stopped him and said, "Don't go in, not here."
The male policeman was stunned. At this moment, the door of the corridor opposite opened. The police chief looked respectful and flattering, and reached out to do the call. From the room, a man and a woman came out, and Chen Yinchen's arm was held. Putting Qin Huan's shoulders, they went out together.
"Director Zhang, I will trouble you even if you are involved in those reporters."
Chen Yinchen's voice was faint, and his handsome face was calm.
Director Zhang nodded immediately and replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, those reporters are really too much. How could they get into the hospital and rush into the intensive care unit to disrupt the situation? This has constituted deliberate harm. I will seize them in case. Forty-eight hours, they will also warn the newspapers where they are located."
Chen Yinchen nodded invisibly and said, "Okay, let's go first."
Chen Yinchen took Qin Huan and walked from the opposite side of the corridor. The male policeman looked at Qin Huan without blinking... and Chen Yinchen.
Qin Huan also saw the male policeman. Seeing that he was carrying a bag from the cake shop in his hand, she stopped, and Chen Yinchen and Director Zhang both looked at the male policeman.
The male policeman couldn't say what he felt, so he could only raise his hand and whisper, "There is no egg tart in the store outside. I took a taxi to another place, I'm sorry."
Qin Huan replied, "Thank you."
Chen Yinchen reached out to take the bag from the male policeman and said, "Please trouble you."