Sister, you miss me

The next day, early morning.

Song Xin sat up with her bursting head, and found herself on the bed in the forensic room this time. For a while, Song Xin's soul flew away.

I hurriedly checked my clothes. Fortunately, at least my personal clothes were there, and I felt sore all over my body, except for that hidden place.

As a doctor, Song Xin has a good understanding of the structure of the human body and understands that she has not been violated.

Body aches and splitting headaches are all because of excessive drinking.

She was very open last night, and the two of them watched a very emotional action movie in the theater box. They drank a lot at that time and then went to the bar.

Song Xin had never indulged herself before, and even fragments appeared in her head, she couldn't recall at all, she couldn't recall the type of alcohol she drank.

"Fortunately, that Yang Feng's character is fairly decent, and he didn't take away his most precious things by Jiu Jin."

However, Song Xin felt lost for a while, is her charm really that bad?

"Director Song, are you up?"

Before he could say anything, Yang Feng walked into the forensic room.

"Get out!" Song Xin hurriedly covered her body with a blanket.

"Breakfast." Yang Feng raised the KFC breakfast in his hand and chuckled, "Don't cover it, you can see everything, you can't see..."

"Shut up."

"What I want to say is that I can't see it, but I didn't see it at all."

"You go out and I wear clothes."

"Okay, I will leave breakfast for you."

Yang Feng walked to the door and suddenly stopped and said, "Dr. Song, you are a doctor. You should know that thongs are not good for your health. Pay more attention to your health!"

"Yang Feng, you go to die!"

"Haha..." Yang Feng laughed and ran away.

Seeing Yang Feng disappearing in his career, Song Xin couldn't help but "pushed" a smile, then covered her hot little face with her hands, "I..."

Looking around, Song Xin felt warm when he saw the KFC's loving breakfast.

...

After leaving the Municipal Bureau, Yang Feng went to the First People's Hospital.

I just figured out the location of the ward of the two sons, and after walking around for a while, the phone vibrated.

It was Song Xin again, Yang Feng connected with a smile: "Director Song, what's your order?"

"Where are you!"

"I..." Yang Feng hesitated, "What can I do, just tell me!"

"Um... breakfast, you buy too much, I can't finish eating it alone, it's not good to waste it, so if you didn't eat breakfast either..."

"Haha, I see. Director Song invited me to have breakfast. It's nothing to be embarrassed. Just tell me, I'll be there soon."

Back to the Municipal Bureau, Song Xin divided the breakfast into one porridge, one fried dough stick and one golden egg per person.

"Yang Feng, why are you selling double copies? I think you were premeditated."

Yang Feng bared his white teeth and smiled, "Does my head still hurt?"

"Uh, still kind of."

"what are you doing?"

Song Xin couldn't help exclaiming when he found that Yang Feng walked straight behind her, and his hands naturally fell on her forehead.

However, the next moment, she moaned comfortably.

Yang Feng carried a stream of heat in his hands, gentle, but not hot, wherever the heat went, not only his head, but even his whole body seemed to be immersed in a warm bathtub, relaxing and comfortable.

"Director Song, it's okay, don't be depressed, you feel comfortable, just call it out."

"Call you Second Uncle."

Song Xin pushed Yang Feng away, her pretty face was flushed, half shy and half angry, but she became more and more curious about Yang Feng.

"Hey, do you know Qigong? What did you do to me?"

"Hehe, did a little shame."

"You, can you be more serious!"

"I……"

Before Yang Feng spoke, the phone rang, this time it was Jiang Guozhi.

Yang Feng connected, "Director Jiang, what's your order?"

"Xiao Feng, just received the notification from the hospital that the two city leaders suddenly died. He Ting was rushing to the hospital with me. Come on, oh, by the way, call Director Song."

Yang Feng had no expression on his face and received his phone.

"what's up?"

Seeing Yang Feng's expression strange, Song Xin couldn't help asking.

"Are you going to the hospital?"

Yang Feng did not answer the question.

"What are you doing to the hospital?"

"Just now Director Jiang called and the sons of Fang Bingcan and Shi Wenjian suddenly died."

Song Xin's complexion changed drastically, biting the fried dough stick in her mouth, pulling Yang Feng and running out.

Yang Feng, who was being dragged away, showed an imperceptible smile.

The City First People's Hospital.

The most advanced equipment, the most comprehensive technology, and the most authoritative departments.

In the two intensive care units, the two leading sons lay there, all connected to pipes and wires. However, the instrument reacted and the two lost their most basic vital signs.

Every intensive care unit is full of white coats, police officers and leaders wearing low-key jackets.

"Why, why is it so, wasn't it still good yesterday?"

Shi Wenjian let out his grief. He is also nearly fifty years old. These years, the father and the two have been dependent on each other. His son is the continuation of his life. If his son is gone, what is the meaning of his life.

The next moment, Deputy Mayor Shi Wenjian grabbed the collar of a recent white coat, "Say, what exactly happened, what do you doctors and nurses do to eat, a good person, a person who can be discharged from the hospital, this happened? The accident, you are murder, you want to pay for your life."

The name of this unlucky white coat is Wang Gang.

Wang Gang was so scared that he was the attending physician of Shi Lianghui. These days, he had mixed up well with the second master, mainly because the injuries of the two men gradually recovered and there was no risk of treatment.

Wang Gang originally thought that if he had a good relationship with Shi Lianghui, he would be considered a high branch. However, just halfway through his dream, he had such bad news.

These years, the relationship between doctors and patients was originally tense, and incidents of abuse of doctors occurred at every turn, and doctors were stabbed to death.

Those patients seem to have no social background.

Today, his patient is the son of the executive deputy mayor, and there is no major problem when he is admitted to the hospital. On the one hand, he is hospitalized for recuperation and on the other hand to facilitate rehabilitation. Who would have thought of sudden death.

The cause of the sudden death was cardiac arrest without any other signs.

Now, the executive vice mayor has lost his beloved son and is in madness. Wang Gang feels like he has stepped into the ghost gate with one foot.

Wang Gang felt that the executive vice mayor wanted to kill an ordinary surgeon like him. It was not like pinching an ant to death.

"Mayor Wenjian, you... listen to me."

"What are you talking about! People are dead, what else can I say!" Shi Wenjian had no demeanor, like an old bird with a dead cub, his body exploded.

"Mayor Wenjian, this matter is too strange, we have to go through detailed inspections, and then consult with a conclusion..."

"If you are gone, you will have a fart!" Shi Wenjian's saliva sprayed Wang Gang's face.

"Always... always figure out the cause of death!"

"If you don't know it! Are you planning to dissect it and take a closer look?"

"Yes Yes."

"En?" Shi Wenjian pinched Wang Gang's neck with both hands, and screamed, "You say it again!"

"Ahem... Lord Mayor, you let go, this matter will ultimately be decided by the party committee of the courtyard."

Shi Wenjian pushed Wang Gang aside with his hands, and kneeled beside the hospital bed. He grabbed one of his son's palms with residual warmth with both hands, and said with a trembling, "Xiaohui, Dad is coming to see you. Open your eyes. Look at Dad, please, please..."

Compared with Shi Wenjian, Fang Bingcan was much calmer. He drove everyone away, then took his son's hand and muttered: "Karma, it's Karma..."

Fang Bingcan felt that there is no such coincidence in the world. He has done a lot of conscientious things over the years. However, who can enter the hospital to kill his son without leaving any clues? There is no such person!

At this time, there was a jumble of footsteps behind him.

"Go, don't you let you go? How far, how far!"

Fang Bingcan roared without looking back.

"Mayor Fang, please be sorry."

He Jianglong said sympathetically.

Fang Bingcan slowly turned his head and saw He Jianglong, Jiang Guozhi, Niu Shuang, Yang Feng, and the hospital's director.

"He Ting..."

"Mayor Housing, I think this is a murder. If you believe me, I will find the real culprit for you, and use the weapon of law to severely punish the murderer."

"He Ting, can I trust you?" Fang Bingcan looked sad.

"Mayor Housing, I think you should believe me."

Fang Bingcan covered his face with his hands, looking exhausted.He knew exactly what He Jianglong wanted, and at this moment, in Fang Bingcan's heart, the murderer was found, and the belief in seeking justice for his son overwhelmed everything.

In this moment, Fang Bingcan had made a decision.

"He Ting, let's find a place to talk." Fang Bingcan said.

He Jianglong shook his head: "I want to talk with your brothers."

Hearing this, Fang Bingcan's eyes suddenly jumped with fire, and it was obvious that He Jianglong had more things than he thought.

He Jianglong looked like he was determined to win: "I'm not in a hurry. Why don't you talk to your good brother first."

Fang Bingcan fell into silence, hesitating in his heart.

"I can wait. However, the two sons may not be able to wait. When the two of them died of injustice, the bones were not cold. The two leaders are naturally omnipotent in the children's hearts. Therefore, if you don't catch the murderer who hurt your son as soon as possible , I'm afraid the two princes won't die."

"do not talk!"

"Let me finish! Secondly, solving a case is time-sensitive. The longer the interval, the more serious the damage at the scene, the more difficult it will be to detect. This is common sense..."

"Just as you wish."

Fang Bingcan said this with a trembling body, and walked out of the intensive care unit.

"He Ting, our hospital..."

"Dean Liu, you can rest assured, as long as it is not a medical accident, you don't have to bear much responsibility."

The gray-haired old man is Liu Ting, the head of the hospital. He sighed, "How could this happen, how could it..."

Yang Feng moved to the side of the bed, touched it on the wrist of the room guard, and then returned to the original place blankly.

Dean Liu said: "He Ting, in order to prove that it is not a medical accident, we need to do further inspections. Also, I am afraid that an autopsy is needed. And these, even if the Mayor of Housing does not agree, I can't stand it."

He Jianglong lamented: "Middle-aged bereavement is one of the three major hardships in life. The experience of the two mayors is really sympathetic. As for what you are talking about, I have to ask Comrades Fang Bingcan and Shi Wenjian."