Mrs. Wilson stayed as she wished and was admitted to the VIP ward of Wanghai Hospital.
She really needed Mr. Snell's help to get through her financial crisis. The heart attack was also real.
In the spirit of humanitarianism, Mrs. Snell and Lord Hamilton interceded, and Zhu Tong did not force her to transfer to another hospital.
The doctors at Wanghai Hospital immediately rescued her. Although Mrs. Wilson was awake, she was not out of danger. She was afraid of death and strongly requested "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang" to be her attending doctor, no matter how much money he spent.
When Zhu Tong heard her request, he just smiled disdainfully and said to Xia Jie: "Tell her. If she is as rich as Mr. Snell, it may be possible to eliminate the shadow in my heart."
Mrs. Snell didn't understand why Zhu Tong hated Mrs. Wilson so much. The Lord knew it very well, but it was hard to explain clearly. He just told Mrs. Snell that it should be because of Miss Jingchi Xuemei.
After hearing this, Mrs. Snell stared at Zhu Tong thoughtfully for a long time.
Before noon, four police cars drove into Wanghai Hospital.
The city government received Anthony's request and dispatched fifteen anti-riot team members.
Ouyang Fan and Su Juan came forward, accompanied by Wang Wenyuan, and held a brief welcome ceremony.
The reporters were disappointed. They did not see "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang".
Not long after lunch, the most luxurious villa in Wanghai Hospital was vacated.
The bodyguards hired by Anthony were driven out of Wanghai Hospital by police officer Wang Wenyuan and a group of security guards.
It's one o'clock in the afternoon. The most boring and sleepy time of the day.
Seeing this scene, the media reporters who were guarding Wanghai Hospital suddenly became energetic. One by one, as if they had just been given a shot of chicken blood, they fired long guns and short cannons. They gathered around and asked questions, making a lot of noise.
Wang Wenyuan ignored them. He left his bodyguards and the luggage and equipment they brought behind and ordered the security guards to set up a cordon at the gate. He looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The hospital's medical information desk has been moved from the lobby to outside the main door.
The stainless steel bracket door is closed. A dozen sun umbrellas are set up outside the door, and a dozen tables are lined up. Every patient who comes to the hospital for medical treatment must go through preliminary inquiries and confirm that he really comes to see a doctor before being allowed to enter the hospital.
This is of course very inconvenient. Not only the patients, but also the workload of the medical staff has more than doubled.
Wu Zhanming transferred some personnel from various departments to support him, including Qin Miao.
Four years have passed. It turns out that the pretty girl is still beautiful, but her expression is a little more calm and capable. She knows that her foundation is poor. She studied clinical medicine at a private university based on the nursing major. If she is a regular student .For her like this, let alone get a diploma. It is a miracle that she can enroll in school.
But Qin Miao graduated and got a promising job at Wanghai Hospital.
She knew it was Qin Keqiang's relationship. Just because she called her "big brother" when she was helpless, Qin Keqiang really took care of her carefully like a big brother.
There was a time when Qin Miao transferred her hopeless feelings to Qin Keqiang. She was willing to be his lover. But she gradually came to know that this elder brother really treated her as his little sister. No distracting thoughts at all.
She has met Qin Keqiang's girlfriend. As long as Qin Keqiang is in Shanghai, she will take time to visit him every week. Treat her to a meal. Treat her like a biological sister. Pamper her, make her happy and take her shopping. Two specialty stores. Let her choose one or two sets of expensive clothes.
Qin Keqiang once tried to persuade her to change jobs. He said that his company needed manpower and could provide her with better development space; he even said that he would give her a house.
Qin Miao did not agree. She preferred the profession of doctor. Vaguely, she could feel the shadow of Zhu Tong behind Qin Keqiang. Just for those few days of love. If Zhu Tong wanted to compensate her with this, Qin Miao Miao was unwilling to accept it. She preferred to make him feel guilty.
Her love doesn't require thinking, reason or even results. As long as he doesn't forget her.
Generally speaking, except for not having a boyfriend and not having a house, Qin Miao is quite satisfied with her current life.
Wanghai Hospital bought a piece of land in the suburbs. With her conditions, she will be able to live in a two-bedroom apartment with no property rights but only use rights next spring.
Qin Miao holds the title of Turtle. She is also a medical worker. She has many suitors around her. She is a young doctor at Hope Hai Hospital. Most of them are patients who come to see the doctor. Some of the conditions are quite good. But no one can impress her. Heart.
Qin Miao has been working at Wanghai Hospital for a while. But she has never met the "miracle doctor Li Xiang" who sent her to heaven and then pushed her to hell.
While she was dealing with the patients who were surrounding her asking questions, she looked at the hospital building not far away, thinking that she might have a chance to see him this time.
"Beautiful lady, I'm a little uncomfortable here. Can you introduce me to a good doctor?" A young man wearing sunglasses covered his chest and squeezed in front of Qin Miao. He was of medium build and had a distinct southern accent.
On a hot day, he was wearing a bulging vest with countless pockets. No need to ask, this was also a reporter who wanted to sneak into Wanghai Hospital. He was also a photojournalist.
Qin Miao said nothing. She motioned for him to stretch out his right hand.
Seeing this hand, Qin Miao couldn't help but think of Qin Keqiang.
Yes. This hand is similar to Qin Keqiang's big warm hands.
The surface of the knuckles was lavender, with a thin layer of calluses that had faded away. Qin Keqiang said that those were the marks left by hitting the sandbag for a long time.
This was the first time Qin Miao saw a hand similar to Qin Keqiang's. She couldn't help feeling warm in her heart. She turned over this hand and pressed on the young man's pulse. Just like the young doctors working at Wanghai Hospital, Qin Miao couldn't help but feel warm. Miao is also studying traditional Chinese medicine. Wanghai Hospital is a traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Most of the doctors are a new generation of medical workers trained by the policy of integrating traditional Chinese and western medicine.
"Sir, there is nothing wrong with your heart and your gastrointestinal function is normal." Qin Miao smiled and let go of the young man's hand.
She read more things on this hand. There was a subtle red mark on the inside of the index finger. Qin Keqiang also had it on his hand. It is said that shooting enthusiasts practice pulling the trigger for a long time and frequently, and the index finger will be able to Leave such traces.
"What a pity." The young man muttered. He looked around carelessly and slowly retreated into the shadow of the building beside the road.
Time seems to pass very slowly under the hot sun.
The number of patients under the sun umbrella gradually became fewer and fewer. Qin Miao unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a drink of water. She wiped the sweat from her neck with a tissue.
The doctor next to him was complaining, saying that the boss was really a snobbery. It would be best if the billionaire Housnell died early. In that case, they could enjoy the refreshment in the hospital building.
Qin Miao didn't answer. She looked up and looked around and found the young reporter who had just come to cause trouble. He was standing by a camera, smoking out of boredom.
Suddenly a siren sounded on the street. No one paid attention at first.
The siren became louder and louder. The reporters became commotion and quickly returned to their respective posts to get back to work.
A truly luxurious motorcade drove over.
A police car opened the way, followed by two high-end black RVs flying American flags. Behind them were three official vehicles that were obviously government departments.
"Some big shot is coming. Look, Mr. Consul, an American, is in the first car."
The door of Wanghai Hospital did not open. The motorcade was forced to stop.
Through the window glass, sharp-eyed reporters recognized the passengers in the car.
It wasn't just the consul from the U.S. Consulate General in Shanghai. Mr. Anthony came too. He was in the second car with Mr. Finney, the consulate officer.
Finney got out of the second car, walked to the gate with a straight face, and chirped to the security guard under the booth.
The security guard looked at him seriously. After he finished speaking, he said, "I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand what you are talking about."
The reporters burst into laughter. The originally serious atmosphere was completely ruined.
Finney was embarrassed for a while. He turned around and took out an official document from the car. He said in blunt Chinese: "I am an official of the Consulate General of the United States of America in Shanghai. Please forward this document to Mr. Li Xiang, chairman of Wanghai Hospital."
The security guard did not accept the documents: "I'm sorry. My job is just to stay here. No casualties except patients are allowed to enter the hospital. You can call the administrative department. They are responsible for receiving documents."
"I'm warning you on behalf of the U.S. government. Don't waste our precious time." Finney shouted with a red face.
The security guard turned around and ignored him.
Wang Wenyuan stood in the guard room and picked up the phone.
In fact, Finney called. The person who answered the phone from the administrative department of Wanghai Hospital said that the hospital has no business relationship with the US government. This is a sensitive period and Mr. Consul is not welcome to visit Wanghai Hospital.
Several people got out of the official car at the back. Among them were staff from the Foreign Affairs Office, officials in charge of the city's health system, and a deputy director of the municipal bureau.
But seeing so many reporters in front of Wanghai Hospital, they all chose to wait and see. It was really troublesome. In such an occasion, they did not have the courage to show off.
Everyone took out their phones. Some reported to their superiors, and some contacted the authorities of Wanghai Hospital. They hoped that someone could come or contact the hospital to cooperate with their work.
The stalemate lasted for five or six minutes. Pedestrians on the street kept gathering around. The road had begun to jam.
More than a dozen parasols were squeezed here and there. The table was pushed back and forth, almost touching the stainless steel bracket door. In this case, the consultation table could not work. The doctors and medical counselors were forced to evacuate.
A group of people walked out of the Wanghai Hospital building. The two in front were Zhu Tong and Ouyang Fan.
Qin Miao had been watching this farce with the mentality of a bystander. When he saw Zhu Tong's figure, his heart beat uncontrollably. His mouth became dry and his breathing became rapid.
Several years have passed and he has changed little. There is still a hint of smile lines hanging on the corners of his mouth.
The reporters knew that a good show was about to take place. The order in front of the door was temporarily chaotic. The reporters rushed to take advantage of the vantage point. They chose the best shooting angle and the widest viewing angle for the camera in their hands.
The onlookers were also afraid of missing something. They crowded towards the hospital gate.
The security guard inside the gate came up to us and shouted to maintain order.
Qin Miao was squeezed out of the parasol. The young reporter was not far away from Qin Miao. The camera lens was focused on the group of people who were approaching.
On the seventeenth floor of Wanghai Hospital Building. In the lounge next to Mr. Snell's ward.
Mrs. Snell and Lord Hamilton were also observing the situation downstairs.
Anthony moved to the U.S. Consulate General in Shanghai. Of course, he used one or more of the following reasons: Mr. Snell was kidnapped, or was treated unfairly, or his life was threatened. He wanted to use the government's help. The pressure forced Mr. Snell to leave Wanghai Hospital.
Mrs. Snell was a little nervous. She held up a delicate telescope and observed carefully. She said to Lord Hamilton: "Look, Robert is here too. Doesn't Mr. Anthony always look down on him?"
"Anthony needs an excuse. He is just the steward. Robert is the second son of Mr. Snell. He is one of Mr. Snell's heirs. Only in the name of Robert Snell does Mr. Consul have a reason to come forward. ." Lord Hamilton opened a window so that he could see more clearly.
Downstairs, the young photographer's lens covered "Miracle Doctor Li Xiang." Suddenly, a burst of bright light came from upstairs. The young man's eyes went blank.
"Fuck." He cursed softly and raised his head.
It turned out that someone on the Wanghai Hospital building was opening the window and looking down. That person was Lord Hamilton. The sun was originally a little northwest of the head. The entire Wanghai Hospital building is in the shape of a jade bottle, with the top shrinking inward. There is a certain radian.
As Lord Hamilton pushed open the window, a brief flash of reflected light happened to pass by the door. It was this inadvertent movement that disrupted the young man's plan and rhythm.
Qin Miao couldn't help but turn her head when she heard the young man's curse.
The young man pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and put his eyes on the camera again.
Qin Miao looked at his hands. His left hand was holding on to the machine. His right hand was not on top of the machine like other photographers, but on the right side of the machine. His index finger was hooked on a protrusion. It was like...holding a handful. gun.
Qin Mian looked nervously at the other cameraman next to him. His machine did not have such a hook-shaped protrusion.
He was an assassin. He was targeting Li Xiang. A burst of blood rushed to her head.
Zhu Tong and his party were getting closer and closer. They were less than twenty meters away from the gate. Qin Miao suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart. She turned back and stared at the young man's right hand carefully. She was surprised to see that his index finger... …
Qin Miao didn't think much. She pushed hard towards the young man and screamed at the top of her lungs: "Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Li wants to leave quickly. He has a gun."
The crowd roared for a moment. They all looked at the beautiful female doctor. Then they looked in the direction of her finger.
The young man holding the camera was stunned. Through the lens, he saw Zhu Tong and Ouyang Fan disappear. Two people in security uniforms quickly appeared in the lens.
He knew that the opportunity had been missed. He dropped the camera with his left hand. All that was left in his right hand was a stick-shaped object that looked like a microphone wrapped in a black foam jacket.
Qin Miao was so frightened that she closed her eyes. She covered her head with her hands and tried to turn away and stay away from him. The crowd restricted her movement.
There was a hint of ferocity on his face. He pointed the stick-like object at Qin Miao, then lowered his body and got under the crowd.
Qin Miao covered her head with both hands. Bright red blood dripped from her fingers, instantly staining her white coat red.