Zhu Tong does like Tai Haiyan a little, and he really hasn't thought about accepting a disciple. Is he suitable? He is old, he is not a boy, and even if he practices Peng Ma Gong, he will not have any great potential. However, he
There are other skills and professional knowledge that Jianghu people lack.
As soon as Zhu Tong sat down in the office, Miss Chen came in and handed over a list: "Director, take a look, this is the candidate we want to recruit. I have just interviewed and will report to you now."
"No need, just think it suits Miss Chen. I have no objection and I believe in your vision." Zhu Tong laughed, but Miss Chen was not satisfied. She walked closer and said, "You are the person in charge, I am here to assist you in your work."
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Today, Miss Chen is wearing a neat designer suit. However, perhaps due to the high air conditioning temperature in the office, the top two buttons of the white silk shirt inside are unbuttoned, exposing a piece of fair skin. When she leans over, most of her body is exposed.
Her breasts were displayed in front of Zhu Tong.
"The smell on your body... Director Li, did you use perfume? What brand?" Miss Chen didn't seem to care about the slight leak of her love. She approached Zhu Tonghou and sniffed the floral fragrance on his body, looking a little intoxicated; deeply
There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"We don't talk about personal issues during working hours." Zhu Tong looked away. In fact, he also enjoyed the slight ambiguity. It makes sense for the secretary to use a beautiful woman.
"Hee hee, it turns out that Director Li is also not honest." Miss Chen was very satisfied with her charm. She pulled up her swivel chair and sat next to him, pointing at the list.
"For the four engineers we are recruiting this time, many people from the hospital, college, and bureau came to say hello. I supported them all, but these two people cannot. One is Director Gan's nephew, and this one,
Dean Ouyang told me that the professional knowledge is average... We need at least three engineers to arrange future work, do you think?"
After Miss Chen finished the introduction, she quietly waited for Zhu Tong to make up her mind.
Nowadays, the competition is fierce, and it is the dream of many people to enter the hospital. Chen Yiyi understands very clearly that although there are four places for this recruitment of the Network Information Center, they can only decide on two places; although there are
All of the eight candidates can intern here in the next three months; in fact, the two least qualified among them are definitely able to stay, and six real graduates of information majors are competing for two places.
"What do you mean, Miss Chen?"
"Hmph!" Ms. Chen snorted dissatisfiedly: "This is a matter for your leadership. I am just assisting you in your work."
"Assistance work?" Zhu Tong glanced at the list, but he couldn't solve this problem. The independence of the Network Information Center was entirely a gift from Wang Juefei. It was unreasonable not to worry about it at this time.
"Perhaps we can think of some ways from within? I have seen the hospital's employee information, and the current office handyman, Xiao Wang, is a suitable person. His major at the University of Science and Technology is automated information management, and he also has a technical certificate. He can be a job in the office
Typist, I feel aggrieved." Ms. Chen reminded Director Li, but did not explain it clearly.
Zhu Tong was actually thinking about this issue as well. Zhou Dong's mission as an experimental subject had been completed; he had the habit of making small reports, was lazy and lustful, and looked at Miss Chen with a rather presumptuous look; not only did Zhu Tong dislike him, but Miss Chen
I don’t like him either; if Zhou Dong is replaced...
However, neither of them said the name. After testing each other for a long time, Zhu Tongxian laughed loudly: "Miss Chen, I know you don't like Zhou Dong. Well, I will do this bad guy. In the evening, I will come forward to invite you."
Director Zhou eats, you pay the bill."
"Why should I pay? Your salary is higher than mine and your position is higher than mine. You should pay the bill."
"Okay, I'll pay the bill, and I'll leave the singing to Miss Chen."
"You don't have to pay the bill. Our finances are already independent. The network center can pay the bill. All you need to do is sign."
When Miss Chen said this, the little liar remembered that there is such a good thing as spending public funds in the world; before, he was not qualified to use this privilege, but now it seems that he has entered this class and will have to get used to it gradually in the future.
Director Zhou was going to be invited to dinner in the evening, so Zhu Tong called Ye Er first to ask for leave.
This was not the first time for Zhu Tong to take two beautiful ladies to dinner. In the past, he had been around more beautiful girls in romantic cities like Qingdao and Dalian.
However, romance in Shanghai is obviously more hypocritical, and the two female companions are capable and shrewd people; therefore, Zhu Tong has always been careful and dare not say too many words; he is a little afraid of women's intuition.
Fortunately, Director Zhou is also a reasonable person. Seeing the postures of Zhu Tong and Miss Chen, she knew that Zhou Dong had to leave the Network Information Center;
There are many places in the east; Director Zhou also knew something about Miss Chen’s background, and he readily agreed to this request.
The meal cost not much, two thousand three thousand. Zhu Tong signed his first public fund consumption mark on the certificate handed over by Miss Chen: Li Xiang.
How does it feel? Of course it’s very satisfying and there is a sense of pride in being satisfied with your vanity.
According to international practice, men have to send ladies home. This is what the two ladies just said.
Zhu Tong drove his Renault to dinner, and Miss Chen Yiyi sat in the front row. The fragrance of her slightly tipsy daughter wafted to Zhu Tong's side.
"Li Xiang, would you like to accompany me to the beach for a while?" Chen Yiyi closed her eyes slightly and broke the silence in the car.
"No, Ye'er is waiting for me." Zhu Tong looked at the road ahead, not because he couldn't stand the temptation, but because he didn't want to get involved with her. He had only experienced how powerful Mr. Tian was.
"I didn't expect that you are really a gentleman. No need to send me off, I will get off here." Chen Yiyi was a little dissatisfied, and her words were full of anger.
However, when Zhu Tongzhen stopped the car on the side of the road, she still gave him a sharp look, opened the car door and got out of the car, and then closed the car door tightly.
"See you tomorrow." Zhu Tong waved his hand and left.
Chen Yiyi looked at the taillights of the Renault car in the distance in astonishment. Since she was a child, had she ever been dumped on the street like a piece of cargo? She took out her delicate mobile phone and said angrily: "Brother, I don't care about your business anymore."
Zhu Tong is actually not that cold-blooded. He is really busy, especially tonight, and he really has no time for romance.
As night fell, Zhu Tong once again appeared in front of the high-level ward of Ocean Hospital. However, he was not wearing a white coat or a suit. He was wearing a pair of gray casual pants and a gray shirt.
This is the small garden behind the building. Shanghai is cold and humid in winter. There are not many people here during the day, and there are even fewer people at night.
Zhao Yongbing's room is on the second floor, so the height is not a problem for him.
Zhu Tong jumped up and leaned against the window of 2012 as light as a butterfly. He placed a small black bag against the window, attached a highly sensitive sensor to the lower part of the glass, and dropped it gently.
Then, he found a quiet place and took out a microcomputer, and the situation in the 2012 ward was clearly displayed on the small screen.
Zhao Yongbing was lying naked on the hospital bed, his chest and back wrapped in thick bandages; beside him sat a middle-aged man, with his back to the window, holding his hand and whispering something; at the door, stood
There were two men in black, who looked like bodyguards.
The high-level cadre wards are all made of high-grade plastic steel windows and double-glazed glass with good sound insulation effect. No matter how he adjusts it, the sound received by the highly sensitive sensor is very blurry.
Zhu Tong was thinking about how to enter the ward. He did all this to prevent the two black figures hiding in the bushes dozens of meters away from understanding Zhao Yongbing's secret. The little liar felt very uncomfortable.
After all, there was still no way. The ward where Zhao Yongbing lived was not a suite. There were two bodyguards standing in front of the door and two inside the door. It seemed that ordinary people could not get in.
It seemed that I had no choice but to take the risk.
It makes sense to set up the intensive care unit and the ward for senior officials together. As long as the patient enters the intensive care unit, the money spent is like running water; except for public funds and wealthy people, ordinary people cannot enjoy this expensive thing.
At one o'clock in the morning, it was the time for the nurses in the intensive care department to take over their shifts. Zhu Tong put on a white coat and walked into the nurse's station on the second floor. He chatted casually with the nurse on duty and opened the duty record.
"Where are the medical records from 2012?" There are two nurses on duty at the nurse station at night. One is preparing medicine in the inner room, and the one outside is a little fat and is too embarrassed to stand up from her chair.
In the Ocean Hospital, Director Li Xiang's name and this person are quite popular. He is young and promising, good-looking, and has a close relationship with the director. Every nurse who sees him is flirting with him.
"Here, Director Li, do you want to take a look? This patient is very serious. He hasn't eaten and relies on infusions." The fat nurse took out a medical record from the drawer.
Zhao Yongbing: Broken clavicle, fractures of left 6th, 7th, 9th ribs, right 7th and 8th ribs, pleural effusion, intact heart function, bruises on the lungs. Laceration of right ear, broken breasts; multiple puncture burns all over the body
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In short, this medical record shows that after Zhao Yongbing was plotted by Jiang Xiaoyu, he also suffered other tortures. His survival today is almost the result of relying on modern medical technology.
"What does this mean?" Zhu Tong pointed to the broken breast and asked the fat nurse. Part of it was out of curiosity, he really didn't understand where the injury came from; the other part was to disturb the fat nurse's mind.
Sure enough, when the fat nurse saw Zhu Tong's finger, her blushing face instantly turned red. As part of her job, the nurse was already very indifferent to these things, but Director Li seemed to have some ulterior motives in asking these questions;
The fat nurse didn't believe that Director Li didn't understand the meaning of this injury.
"Okay, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask. Are you going to change the patient's dressing?" Zhu Tong looked at the medicine bottles on the preparation table. The various equipment to be replaced all had the bed number of 2012 written on them; he
Pretending to be casual, he picked up an infusion bottle and took a look at it, wondering: "What kind of medicine is this?"
Who is so wicked? Give Zhao Yongbing estrogen, a chemical whose name Zhu Tong has just learned. Doesn't that mean that he is going to treat this underworld bachelor into a gentle sissy?
From this point of view, Mr. Tian is also in the hospital... No, this medical record does not have a doctor's signature. It is... Head Nurse Xia? No, it is just to suppress the patient's mental agitation. There are other alternative medicines in the hospital. For a grown man
Using estrogen..., there must be a conspiracy.
"This is to restrain the patient's... impulse." The fat nurse blushed even more, looked at her watch, and stood up to prepare for work.
Taking advantage of the fat nurse's confusion, Zhu Tong stuffed a small listening device into the respirator filter box, turned around and left with a smile.
Zhao Yongbing's lungs were seriously injured and he couldn't live without a respirator. Although the filter box is a consumable, this brand is very expensive. It should last for twelve hours, right?
Five minutes later, Zhu Tong hid deep in the garden again, wearing earplugs to listen to the live broadcast in the 2012 ward.
"Boss Zhao, I know you are awake. Stop being silent. It is a waste of everyone's time..." The person who spoke should be the middle-aged man. His voice is calm, clear and patient. This voice is very familiar.
, Zhu Tong listened and thought, who is it?
"Whoop, whoop." Zhao Yongbing's labored breathing could be heard, and his lungs were indeed seriously injured. After being hit by Jiang Xiaoyu, it was almost a miracle that he survived.
"We will arrange your funeral arrangements. Don't worry, your mother will be well taken care of."
"Hoo Chi, Ho Chi." Zhao Yongbing's breathing became faster.
Zhu Tong is a little funny. Zhao Yongbing has no children and no wife. He is a real bachelor and not a filial son. He is really a master who has no money or salt. Only such a person can make Mr. Tian unable to attack, right?
"Your injuries are too serious. The doctor said that you may go to another world at any time. Boss Zhao, there is no use for you to keep those things. It is better to hand them over earlier and suffer less. Have you tried without morphine?
Pain, that's the most polite thing. Mr. Tian said, if you don't speak today, we can use any means to deal with you. Boss Zhao, what else do you have to insist on? I have advised you not to get involved in drugs, it is a dead end.
One, but you just don’t listen. Young master doesn’t like others to go against his will, you should know this..."
The middle-aged man persuaded patiently, but Zhao Yongbing remained silent, with only the sound of rapid or slow breathing. Then he remembered that the owner of this voice was the mysterious middle-aged man who appeared on the "Future Duke".
"You can tell me if you have any requests. Young Master said that everything can be discussed. Considering our past friendship, I advise you not to suffer this crime. It is impossible to avenge you. We have investigated and are gambling.
The person on the boat who plotted against you is the one Mr. Huang is looking for. You should not kill his informant. Your friend can’t help you. Mr. Huang said that as long as you hand it over, he will avenge half of your revenge.
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"Haha! Cough cough..." Zhao Yongbing finally spoke, followed by violent coughing and labored breathing.
After the nurse ran in and was busy for a while, the room became quiet again.
"I don't want to die. I tell you that if I can't be cured, we will all die together. It's easy to say don't let me get involved in drugs. Then a bunch of brothers will have to eat. What can we do to feed them? It's not that you just throw it away.
"I, will I take drugs? That's it, if...ahem, if I die, everyone will be dead." Zhao Yongbing said hoarsely.
"This request is impossible. You have said it many times, and the master has also hired many experts to show you..."
"I don't care... ahem, I'm going to die, why are you afraid of suffering? That's what I'm saying, if I die... we'll all be screwed together..."
After Zhao Yongbing said this, he began to remain silent again, no matter how the middle-aged man persuaded him, he would not say anything again.
"Boss Zhao, you are forcing me. I will be out for ten minutes. You should think about it carefully."
The sound of opening and closing the door came from the earphones, followed by Zhao Yongbing's muffled groan, and a strange noise came from the room.
On the monitor, Zhao Yongbing's feet were lifted high, he was being tortured, and his mouth was blocked.
Zhu Tong was ecstatic, not excited by his discovery, but by the inspiration inspired by it; he lowered his head and stared at Zhao Yongbing on the monitor, secretly cheering him on: Damn it, hold on.
It’s perfect. Mr. Tian was originally a little weak, but the appearance of the mysterious middle-aged man made everything perfect: Mr. Tian will be a good opponent of Jiang Xiaoyu.
The Samsung mobile phone in my arms vibrated, and there was a call coming in.
Taking a look at the number, he saw that it belonged to Nurse Xia. Zhu Tong cursed in a low voice and checked to make sure that what he had just recorded had been recorded. He sealed the equipment in a plastic bag and found a bush to place it very carefully.
Hide inside.
He has done everything he can, and now it depends on when the fish takes the bait.
However, Zhao Yongbing really can't die now, nor can he talk nonsense.