The "International Human Trafficking Incident" started on October 1st, and it has only been nine days since then. The little liar has overachieved the effect he wanted, but he can't be happy, and even feels a little disinterested.
It is no longer possible for Smith to hide in the Jin Mao Tower and be at ease. Some netizens are wandering around the Shanghai office of the Gibson Economic Research Center at any time, demanding that Smith hand over Xiao Xiao and get out of China.
Zhu Tong's original purpose was very simple, to force Smith out of Jinmao. But simple things were taken advantage of by extraordinary people, and the whole thing was shrouded in mystery.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhu Tong drove his Renault to pick up Ye'er from get off work. The two of them had just walked into a supermarket to buy a few daily necessities when a black Samsung phone rang quickly: The dean's office informed him to rush back to the hospital as soon as possible. A large number of injured people were admitted to the hospital. The dean asked the directors of each department to stick to their posts.
Almost at the same time, Ye'er's phone also rang, saying that there was a bloody conflict at Jin Mao Tower and many people were injured; she also needed to return to her post to prepare for emergencies.
The two people hurriedly walked out of the supermarket, which was not far from Ocean Hospital. Zhu Tong handed the car to Ye'er and took a taxi back to the hospital.
The Renault disappeared into the traffic, and Zhu Tongcai got into a taxi parked on the side of the road. The driver was Qin Keqiang, whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Brother Qin is rarely seen recently." Zhu Tong reached for the meter and said with a smile: "Go back to the hospital, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Qin Keqiang remained expressionless as the taxi taxied away. Zhu Tong muttered in his heart but didn't ask any more questions. If Qin Keqiang appeared at this time, something big must have happened.
"Liu Manxiang is also in the hospital. She is seriously injured. Please do your best to save her."
"Liu Manxiang? Fifth sister Lanhua?" Zhu Tong was greatly surprised. Wasn't Liu Manxiang in charge of Nanhai Gonglan? How could he be injured in Jinmao Tower?
"Not just Miss Manxiang, but also Wuwei."
"Inaction is..." Zhu Tong patted his forehead and remembered that he was a disciple of Master Konghuan of the First Grade Golden Buddha, the youngest among the monks of the Wuzi generation. During the Spring Festival at Nanhua Mountain in Phoenix City, Zhu Tong had fought against him, and his ability...
...just average.
"Half an hour ago, a group of mobs stormed the Jin Mao Tower..."
All in all, this is a continuation of the "international human traffickers incident".
At 3:30 in the afternoon, someone posted a message on the Internet saying that Smith was preparing to leave Shanghai. Once he left, the matter would definitely end. Someone also encouraged everyone to come to the Shanghai office of the Kipson Economic Research Center to block Smith.
Starting at four o'clock, hundreds of people gathered in front of the Jin Mao Tower, asking Smith to come forward and give everyone an explanation.
In the evening, someone took the lead in breaking through the security cordon, and a large number of people rushed into the Jin Mao Tower and rushed to the floor where the Shanghai office of the Gibson Economic Research Center is located.
The crowd was blocked by several police officers at the entrance of the Shanghai office of the Gibson Economic Research Center. Everyone saw that the people inside were packing their things. The narrow corridor could not contain such a large number of people, and there were even more people crowded in.
come over.
The emotions that had been brewing for several days finally broke out; I don’t know who took action first, but in an instant, the police cordon was broken and people rushed into the Shanghai office of the Gibson Economic Research Center; then, the tragedy happened.
Qin Keqiang said that in fact, many people went there for the plum blossom jade seal. They were all avid treasure hunters and believed that the plum blossom jade seal was the last clue to the treasure hunt. If Smith left Shanghai, many of them would lose their money.
Their hope was in vain; in search of the legendary treasure, they had lost their minds and smashed everything in those gorgeous scriptoriums to pieces.
Monk Wuwei and several other martial arts masters were assigned by the Jianghu Treasure Hunting Alliance to look for clues there, but they were also involved unexpectedly. Why Liu Manxiang and the two orchid fairies went there is unknown; Qin Keqiang only knew that Liu Manxiang suffered a chest injury.
He was hit hard by the bodyguard next to Smith.
Monk Wuwei is perhaps the least capable among the Wuzi generation. Just because of his noble status, he became the temporary leader of a group of martial arts masters including Wang Han, the divine hook; he was kicked off his leg by another bodyguard of Smith, and now
Has been sent back to Puxian Temple.
The taxi stopped a few dozen meters outside the door of Ocean Hospital. Zhu Tong got off the car and walked towards the gate; a cordon had been set up in front of Ocean Hospital, and ambulances were rushing back and forth. A cordon had been set up in front of Ocean Hospital, and important people had arrived at the hospital.
.It seems that things are really big.
Zhu Tongxian ran into the emergency center, where Wu Zhanming was personally in charge, instructing doctors and nurses to bandage and treat the wounds of people with minor injuries.
Wu Zhanming was a bullshit guy. Zhu Tong didn't listen to a lot of what he said. He just grabbed a white coat, put it on and hurried to the operating room. The red lights in front of the six operating rooms were all on, indicating that there were six surgeries inside.
Carry out simultaneously.
Without exception, the people receiving rescue services in the six surgeries were all foreigners.
Zheng Shurong finally came over and whispered in Zhu Tong's ear: "Liu Manxiang is in operating room No. 9."
Zhu Tong ran into operating room No. 9 and saw Liu Manxiang lying on the operating table; it seemed that all preoperative preparations had been made, but it had not started yet.
"What are you waiting for?" Zhu Tong grabbed Liu Manxiang's wrist. Her pulse was slow and weak, and her life was in danger at any time.
"The nurses are preparing. There are not enough anesthetists and there are not enough manpower. The U.S. Consul General came and demanded that the lives of American citizens be ensured. The director went to the operating table in person, and the manpower of the Ocean Hospital was concentrated there. There are only two nurses left here.
.The blood bank is not ready yet."
What Liu Manxiang needs to undergo is a major surgery, which is similar to Zhao Yongbing's situation; her breasts are heavily sunken, her face is bruised, and blood is constantly oozing from the corners of her mouth and nostrils. Such an operation requires a lot of preliminary preparations, and the use of
There are a lot of instruments and equipment, and two nurses are obviously not enough.
"No matter, you come and do the surgery, and I'll do it for you." Zhu Tong called Zhou Dong and asked him to go to the blood bank as soon as possible to deliver the blood from operating room No. 9; he turned around and sat down on Liu Manxiang's head, and took out the dragon and phoenix stars.
Wipe with alcohol.
The red light in front of the door of operating room No. 9 turned on, and the two nurses closed the door. Zheng Shurong changed into surgical clothes as quickly as possible and stood on the operating table.
The dragon and phoenix needles were inserted into the large acupuncture points on Liu Manxiang's head. Zhu Tong carefully sealed the meridians throughout her body. Liu Manxiang was already under general anesthesia.
Zheng Shurong started to operate the knife, and Zhu Tongxin couldn't bear it, but he forced himself to watch. The once so glamorous white-collar beauty was now lying on the operating table without consciousness, and her belly was disemboweled. It was really not a happy thing.
Preliminary examinations showed that Liu Manxiang suffered a fractured thoracic vertebrae and four fractured ribs. The broken bones penetrated the lungs and punctured the blood vessels, causing bleeding. Fortunately, the heart was not damaged.
Zheng Shurong carefully aligned the bones, inserted bone nails, and repaired the damaged parts bit by bit.
Both nurses circled around Zheng Shurong, and Zhu Tong had to do the work of three people: anesthesiologist, first assistant, and mobile nurse.
The operating room of Ocean Hospital has good equipment, and the two nurses are both orthopedic nurses, so the preoperative preparations are relatively thorough. Except that the blood sent by Zhou Dong may not be enough, everything is normal for the time being. These are the things he forcefully requested.
At this time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and Wu Zhanming walked to Zhu Tong: "The director is in the operating room No. 5. Please hurry over."
"Where is this place?" Zhu Tong was dissatisfied. There were not enough people. Once he left, what would happen if Liu Manxiang was in danger?
"I'm holding on, let's go quickly." Wu Zhanming has changed into surgical clothes. Zhu Tong sees that there is no danger for the time being, so he has to stand up; after all, although Wu Zhanming talks more nonsense, he is more professional than him in surgical operations.
.
Zhang Yang, deputy director of the dean's office, was running in the corridor and looking around. When he saw Zhu Tong running over, he said hurriedly: "The dean is looking for you everywhere and asks you to go to operating room No. 5 immediately."
Zhu Tong said "Oh" and quickened his pace.
There were two foreigners and several Chinese officials standing in front of operating room No. 5. Surprisingly, Huang Hai was also in the corridor.
Zhang Yang introduced in a low voice: "They are the American consuls, and they were protesting just now."
"Who is the patient in operating room No. 5?" Zhu Tong exchanged a smile with Huang Hai and asked Zhang Yang.
"Mr. Smith-Wasenberg." Zhang Yang flipped over the record card in his hand and read briskly.
This is really good news. Zhu Tong's mouth showed smile lines and he said in his heart: Smith, you finally fell into my hands.
"Why are Officer Huang here?" Zhu Tong paused beside Huang Hai before walking into the operating room.
"The chief asked me to take a look at the situation. If such a big thing happens, the whole of Shanghai will not be safe; the impact is too bad." Huang Hai smiled bitterly and walked a few steps with Zhu Tong; "Please try your best to save their lives, as long as they don't die
People, everyone can make sense.”
Zhu Tong's heart felt cold. Huang Hai's words... As long as no one died, everyone could make sense. If a foreign employee of Smith Club's Kipson Shanghai office were unfortunate, the people and things involved would be...
Thinking of this, Zhu Tong suddenly realized the danger. Huang Hai's words reminded the little liar that due to this unexpected tragedy, the police would definitely investigate the entire incident.
The "International Human Trafficking Incident" was planned and initiated by him, and the specific promoters were Black and White. Although Zhu Tong did not expect that things would evolve into the current situation, out of instinct, he did not meet the other party when he contacted him, and he contacted him entirely through the Internet.
Let’s discuss the terms; payment will be made by bank transfer.
As long as a bank card is used, there are always signs to follow. The account used by Zhu Tong to transfer money was opened with a fake ID, but the bank card of Hei Bai Shuangsha was not. In this way, even if Hei Shuangsha is traced,
It is impossible to find it on yourself in the short term.
However, the little liar was not sure that he really left no traces; no one can be truly invisible in the digital age. Zhang Yang was urging him to go in quickly, and Zhu Tong appeared in front of the operating table in the No. 5 operating room with a cold sweat.
Smith was under general anesthesia and lying on his back on the operating table.
A wooden stick as thick as a thumb penetrated from the front under the collarbone, penetrated his body and exited from the back.
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