C23 Sleeping Medicine and Diary
Before Tan Sitong could continue to scold him, Xie Hui quickly left the ward in a fluster.
Only then did Zhao Wenxin come back to her senses and snatch the real autopsy report from the forensic doctor.
The top of the report was densely labeled with the content of "Aiszodoron" from all the tissues in her body.
For those who did not study medicine, perhaps this term was foreign to them.
However, in Zhao Wenxin's eyes, it was exceptionally familiar.
In the years that she had racked her brains to fabricate news, she had dealt with this pill quite a few times.
At that time, her diagnosis was called Anxiety and Insomnia.
That's right, the alias of "Aeszodoron" could also be called a sleeping pill.
From the numbers on the autopsy report, in Chen Shaoguang's body, the content of this medicine was 1000 times higher than the permitted amount!
In that case, if he didn't die, who would?
In addition, the fully armed police officer also brought a diary.
It recorded his heart's journey.
In an instant, the sadness on Zhao Wenxin's face was filled with a sense of relief.
Just as everyone's gaze was still on her face, she, who was extremely ashamed and resentful, directly ran out the door.
"A scam! Everything is a scam!"
Zhao Wenxin In her previous state, the plot was reversed and she shouted hysterically in front of the hospital door.
No one knew what exactly happened.
There was no doubt that there was something hidden behind this. Only she, Zhao Wenxin, would finally understand.
. . .
Sometimes, she would still think of it.
Sometimes, he would think about it for some reason.
Where is the one he loves?
What is the weather in your city?
How many times does it hurt to the point that I have no choice?
I miss you so much that I didn't get your permission.
That was too reserved!
I can't hear a sound when I breathe in silence.
I can hear the city crying at night.
Panic!
Who turned off the song of the shoe store on the street?
But you can't escape from your back
I saw a movie I once missed.
The right seat was lifted up!
I also threw away the phone with your message.
But I can't escape from fate.
Sometimes, he would think of it.
Sometimes, he would think of something.
Where is the one he loves?
What is the weather in your city?
How many times does it hurt to the point that I have no choice?
I miss you so much that I didn't get your permission.
That was too reserved!
I can't hear a sound when I breathe in silence.
I can hear the city crying at night.
Panic!
Who turned off the song of the shoe store on the street?
But you can't escape from your back
I saw a movie I once missed.
The right seat was lifted up!
I also threw away the phone with your message.
But I can't escape from fate.
I heard the city crying at night.
I searched in panic!
Who turned off the song of the shoe store on the street?
But you can't escape from your back
I saw a movie I once missed.
The right seat was lifted up!
I also threw away the phone with your message.
But I can't escape from fate.
But he couldn't escape fate!
. . .
Since it was Tan Sitong, the forensic doctor, and the police who helped to resolve the situation, the gloomy atmosphere at the scene finally eased up a little. Liu Handong thanked Professor Tan and led a group of medical staff to continue treating those critically ill patients.
After settling most of the patients, Liu Handong entered the buffer zone from the Red District. He took off his protective suit and sterilized it thoroughly. Then, he dragged his exhausted footsteps towards the entrance of the Golden Pagoda Hospital.
In a corner of the road, he saw a familiar figure hugging his shoulders with both hands. He stared helplessly at the sparse vehicles in a daze. Judging from that posture, Liu Handong was really worried that she might not be able to figure it out and rush over. If that was the case. . . The consequences could be imagined. Of course, it could also be that he was worrying too much. Women were sentimental creatures to begin with, so there was no need to guess her heart through the current situation. Even the existence of misunderstandings was also a possibility.
However, at this moment, Liu Handong was thinking about how he would not let go of a thousand yuan even if he killed ten thousand wrong people. Therefore, an instinctive trend urged him to move his feet and probe his way to the opposite side of the road.
All of this was also seen by the two police officers.
It was as if they had a precognitive instinct. They had long changed into casual clothes and rushed over at lightning speed. Zhao Wenxin was instantly "subdued" and moved to a safe zone.
Tan Sitong, who had been guarding them for a long time, sighed at the two police officers. "It's not safe in the hospital. They've been tired for the whole day. Send them back to the hotel to rest. . . "
After hearing Professor Tan's order, the two policemen looked at each other in dismay. They still followed Tan Sitong's instructions and quickly carried it out.
Liu Handong and Zhao Wenxin were "escorted" by the two police officers into a police car and ran towards the hotel.
Not long after, they were sent to their accommodation. The two police officers specially instructed the security officers to follow the whereabouts of these two people closely and not allow any accidents to occur.
After getting out of the car, Liu Handong and Zhao Wenxin seemed to have completely freed themselves from the gloominess earlier in an instant.
"It's really too difficult! So it's. . . Everything is the best arrangement. . . "
Zhao Wenxin took a deep breath and sighed one after another.
Liu Hendong did not know where to comfort her.
It was until she said the words that accumulated in her heart.
"Chen Shaoguang's death, I lost five million. No, according to the current share price, I should be able to add another zero. . . " Zhao Wenxin shook her head and sighed.
"In that case, the loss is quite big. In that case, you have to flip through the urban fantasy novels and find a godly doctor who can cure human flesh and bones. Otherwise, won't you be unable to get rid of this disgust for the rest of your life? " Liu Handong said in a flat tone.
"You don't have to say, before I saw the diary, that thought really flashed through my mind!" Zhao Wenxin nodded vigorously. With her exaggerated and forceful movements, the hair that was tied up into a bun was instantly shaken and scattered by her. She draped it over her shoulder, and in an instant, there was actually a bit of a woman's charm and tenderness.
She seemed to have realized something as well. She quickly reached out her hand and subconsciously combed her messy hair, casually winding it into a knot. Then she smiled at Liu Handong and said: "I finally understand. It turns out to be a conspiracy. "
Hearing this, Liu Handong was confused.
A second before in the hospital, there was a person who was crying and screaming, but the second after that, he suddenly became so cold-blooded.
Could it be that he heard it wrong? Did I mishear him?
After being stunned for a long time, Liu Handong was finally able to return to reality from the pain of Zhao Wenxin's finger poking his chest.
"Conspiracy? What conspiracy? Doesn't he love you? He came all the way here to find you. . . "
" Pah! The description in the diary completely subverted his previous promise. "
" What promise? "
"If I marry him, I can get their 5 million cash. . . "
"Isn't that quite generous?"
"So, he's always been ostracized by his family. "
"This. . . "
"Perhaps letting him die is the entire family's idea. In short, it's too complicated! Chen Shaoguang's clan is too complicated. . . "
. . . " "
"Then, what do you plan to do next?"
"Judging from the current situation, even after the autopsy, Chen Shaoguang was unable to cause the family to dote on him. How pitiful. After getting the consent of their family, bury him first and then do my program in peace. There are still so many people who need me. "
"The seal on the city has never been removed. Perhaps it is already too late to ask for their family's permission. The police will notify them to directly go to the funeral parlor to send the ashes. . . "
. . . ""
