The first thousand one hundred and ninety-eight chapters
As soon as Xu Chengye left the house, Li Jinming complained to Yang Lina: "I really doubt that this guy has been kicked in the head by a donkey. After all, he is Mr. Xu's only son. His words and deeds are not reliable at all. I think Du Xiaoyu won't follow him."
It’s the right choice.”
Li Jingming complained, tidying up the materials at hand and placing them on his desk.
Yang Lina couldn't help but smile and patted Li Jingming on the shoulder.
"Okay, let's go pick up Huahua quickly, otherwise we'll be late."
Li Jingming quickly adjusted his mood, told the people in the factory, and went out with Yang Lina to pick up Huahua.
After the two picked up Huahua and went home, Li Jingming began to pack his luggage for going abroad. The child was held by Xiaoduo and Yunyun. As soon as Yang Lina came back and played with the child for a while, she went to redraw the drawings that she had thrown away and couldn't find.
In addition, the unreasonable parts of the design were revised.
This work lasted until the evening.
Yang Lina has lost her appetite recently and hasn't eaten much at night. During bath time, Li Jingming went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of brown sugar glutinous rice balls.
Yang Lina had just taken a few bites when a sudden phone ringing sounded in the room.
Yang Lina muttered in confusion: "It's been a while now, who is calling?"
"I'll go take a look."
As soon as Li Jingming took the phone in his hand, Zhao Ergou's anxious voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Brother Li is in trouble, the workers have been poisoned."
Poisoned?
Li Jingming's first reaction was how could he be poisoned?
There is no need to come into contact with toxic substances in the furniture factory.
"How can it be poisoned?
Speak slowly, what is going on?"
Li Jingming looked calm, but Zhao Ergou's urgent and anxious voice came over again.
"There is something wrong with the batch of paint we bought this time. Han Xiaobing, Xu Chengye, Li Xiaojun, and several employees all fainted now. Their hands that touched the paint felt as if they had been boiled in boiling water.
Blisters, bloody."
When Li Jingming heard this, his heart skipped a beat, his right eyelid twitched, and his face suddenly darkened.
She tried her best to calm down and spoke calmly into the phone.
"Ergou, you immediately organize people to send them to the hospital, and I will rush to the hospital immediately.
And tell others not to touch that batch of paint."
"I know, Brother Li, hurry up and go to the hospital. I'll leave right now."
Zhao Ergou hung up the phone before Li Jingming. After Li Jingming hung up, he called Su Han again.
Su Han was still in his study at this time, busy with winter clothing materials. Even when the phone rang, he could still hear Li Jingming half-jokingly saying: "You're still up so late, are you too excited about going abroad?"
"Something happened in my factory.
There was something wrong with the paint I bought this time. Several workers had various adverse reactions after being exposed to the paint. Ergou has now sent them to the hospital. I have to rush to the hospital immediately.
If you have time now, please help me go to the furniture factory first to see what the situation is, and if you can call the police, please do so first."
Su Han asked worriedly: "No one was killed, right?"
"Not yet. I won't say any more and hang up now. I will come to the furniture factory after I finish my work at the hospital."
Li Jingming hung up the phone, and Yang Lina, who was eating glutinous rice balls in the room, heard more or less.
Yang Lina took Li Jingming's coat out of the bedroom, put it on Li Jingming, and thoughtfully helped Li Jingming button it up and straighten his collar.
"Go and settle things slowly, don't expose your temper casually.
Everyone’s safety and lives come first.”
Hearing Yang Lina's comforting words, Li Jingming nodded, held Yang Lina's hand with one hand, put his arm around Yang Lina's waist with the other, and kissed her domineeringly and roughly.
"It'll be okay. Don't be afraid or think too much. Just stay at home and wait for me to come back."
Yang Lina nodded, and Li Jingming left quickly.
When Zhao Ergou sent several people to the hospital, they were still in a coma.
If Zhang Ergou hadn't witnessed them opening the paint and applying paint for a few minutes before they fainted one after another, the doctor wouldn't have thought of poisoning when he saw the blisters on their hands.
Zhao Ergou and a group of people had just taken the injured people to the hospital when Li Jingming appeared on the back.
"Brother Li..."
Zhao Ergou saw Li Jingming calling out. The corridor of the hospital was empty at night. Zhao Ergou's call was vaguely mixed with the echo in the corridor.
"Where are the injured people?"
Li Jingming was panting and looked around, trying to find the injured people.
Zhao Ergou pointed to the ward behind Li Jingming and said: "In the ward, the doctor is helping them treat the blisters on their hands, and they have been given oxygen now."
Li Jingming glanced inside through the glass, feeling confused.
Li Jingming looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he was worried to death: "How can you be sure that there is something wrong with the paint?"
Zhao Ergou said: "I brought the paint from the warehouse, and I watched them open it with my own eyes.
I just stood there and smoked a cigarette.
Li Xiaojun opened the paint and said that the smell of the paint was different from before. Without thinking much, he picked up a brush and painted on the wooden board, and several others followed suit.
The paint was as non-stick as water and flowed down the wooden board. Several of them touched it with their hands to see what it was. As a result, their hands were scratched and they fainted. When I saw something was wrong, I hurriedly
I called you and it took only a short time for people to become like this."
Zhao Ergou was so anxious that his mouth turned white. After hearing this, Li Jingming looked solemn.
"Don't be impatient, let's wait until they wake up and then we'll talk."
Li Jingming raised his hand and patted Zhao Ergou on the shoulder. He was thinking about something and pacing back and forth at the door of the ward.
I bought the paint from the same person, and it was an old brand that I had been using before. Why is it different this time?
What went wrong?
Li Jingming has never been able to figure out this problem, and the possibility of the paint being stolen and replaced is not high. After all, this workload cannot be completed in a short while.
About ten minutes later, the door to the ward opened and the doctor came out.
“Who are the patient’s family members?”
Li Jingming and Zhang Ergou walked over, and Li Jingming said: "I am their boss."
"They all woke up.
The reason for their coma may be that the body inhaled certain toxic gases or came into contact with toxic objects.
Their lives are not in danger for the time being, but the blisters burned by toxic substances on their hands may leave scars after being absorbed by the human body."
After the doctor finished speaking, Li Jingming breathed a sigh of relief.