"Achoo!"
At this moment, on the highway heading to Jiangcheng City, Chen Fan suddenly sneezed.
Qin Shuran, who was resting, suddenly opened her eyes and asked with concern, "Are you catching a cold?"
Chen Fan shook his head and joked, "No, maybe someone is speaking ill of me."
Qin Shuran suddenly remembered something, "By the way, did you tell Aunt Long about that matter? How does she plan to handle it?"
"I told her. She said it's fine and she will handle it."
"That's good." The stone in Qin Shuran's heart finally settled.
"Aren't you going to sleep a bit more? We'll be in Jiangcheng soon."
Qin Shuran shook her head and reached out to hold Chen Fan's right hand, "I'll accompany you."
Chen Fan glanced at Qin Shuran, and with a beautiful woman by his side, a happy smile appeared on his face.
However, at this moment, Chen Fan's phone suddenly rang.
Upon answering, Zhao Qianqian's anxious voice came through, "Director Chen, are you back from Mingzhou?"
"We're almost in Jiangcheng, what's wrong?"
"Director Chen, the patient that Dr. Zheng operated on earlier suddenly had a rupture in his intestinal wound, causing internal bleeding. He's in the emergency room right now! The situation is very bad, and Dr. Zheng is about to collapse."
Chen Fan frowned slightly, "Are you talking about Xu Shangguo?"
Chen Fan naturally had some impression of this person. His cousin's son was the one who came to the hospital yesterday to stir up trouble between patients and the hospital.
"Yes, it's him."
"I observed his condition yesterday, and his recovery was very good. How could this situation suddenly occur?"
"I don't know. About an hour ago, he suddenly clutched his stomach and said he had a stomachache. Dr. Zheng came to check and immediately rushed him to the operating room. Just now, Dr. Zheng asked his assistant to come out and tell me to contact you, saying he couldn't hold on any longer in this surgery."
Chen Fan's frown indicated that the surgery that Zheng Hairong couldn't handle meant the patient's condition was extremely dire.
"I'll be at the hospital within twenty minutes! Tell Zheng Hairong to hold on for these twenty minutes no matter what!" As he spoke, Chen Fan stomped on the accelerator.
The BMW's engine revved up instantly, roaring as the vehicle sped towards Jiangcheng.
"It's this mental hospital, it's them, it's them who killed my cousin! Is there any justice in this world? Unscrupulous hospital, give me back my cousin's life!"
At this moment, outside the gate of the mental hospital, a man was crying out.
Strangely, it was late at night, but quite a crowd had gathered outside, holding white banners with red paint that read, 'Unscrupulous Hospital, Killed Patients, Give Our Family Justice.'
Even stranger, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, yet many reporters were still outside conducting interviews.
"Sir, please calm down. Isn't this a mental hospital? Why was your cousin here?" a reporter asked, holding up a camera.
Some new media websites were also live-streaming from the scene.
Each live stream had tens of thousands of viewers, and the number was still increasing.
The man's emotions were visibly agitated, "Why? I want to know why too!"
"My cousin was a survivor of the car accident in Jiangcheng a few days ago. Originally, all of them should have been sent to other hospitals for treatment. I don't know why, but all the patients were sent to this mental hospital!"
"What kind of place is this? This is a mental hospital, a place for treating lunatics and imbeciles. What medical skills could they possibly have?!"
"I proposed to transfer my cousin to another hospital at the time, but they refused no matter what. They even tried to hit me! They also brainwashed my cousin, saying that this place was very good, their medical skills were excellent, and there would be no problems staying here!"
"But what was the result? What was the result! My cousin is almost gone. When the hospital called me just now, my world collapsed. My cousin was only in his fifties, only in his fifties!"
The man cried bitterly, his lamentations truly tragic.
Even the reporters interviewing him seemed moved, unable to help but wipe away tears from the corners of their eyes.
The live streams were already in an uproar, with all the comments condemning the mental hospital for its dark dealings, being desperate for money, and some even accusing the mental hospital of disregarding human life and demanding a thorough investigation.
"See? Even now, no one from their hospital has come out to give me an explanation. My cousin, my cousin is truly unfortunate. Why did he have to trust such a mental hospital!" Facing the camera, the man cried out again.
In the surgical director's office of the Third Hospital.
"Hahahaha!"
"This kid is good, his acting is absolutely top-notch!"
"Damn, it's a good thing this kid didn't go into acting. If he had, he would have definitely won an Oscar!"
"See? The comments are all criticizing the Jiangcheng Mental Hospital. It seems this matter is going to blow up."
In the office, two male doctors were laughing uncontrollably as they watched the live broadcast on the computer screen.
Sitting opposite them was Fan Yecheng, the director of surgery at the Third Hospital.
A playful smile curved Fan Yecheng's lips, "The bigger this matter gets, the better."
"Yes, Director Fan is right. The bigger this matter gets, the more beneficial it will be for us!"
"Perhaps those two so-called directors will also be dismissed!"
"They brought it upon themselves. They suspended us, so we'll make sure they never get back on their feet!"
These two male doctors were Qi Guang and Zhang Yong, who had been suspended for reflection at the rescue site earlier.
Qi Guang sneered, "And that guy named Chen. He's not at the hospital this time, but I'll definitely get back at him tenfold for hitting me!"
Zhang Yong put his hand on Qi Guang's shoulder, "Don't worry, there will be opportunities. If we can bring down the mental hospital, they won't have any chance of upgrading to a general hospital this time. I'll see how much longer they can be so arrogant."
Fan Yecheng said, "I've inquired about that Chen Fan. His medical skills are quite good. I'll go find him later. If he's willing to bow down to us, I can let him work at our Third Hospital."
Qi Guang looked at Fan Yecheng with some surprise.
Seeing Qi Guang's expression, Fan Yecheng smiled calmly, "Don't worry, I'll let him be under your supervision. Then, you can humiliate him however you want."
"Thank you, Director Fan!" Qi Guang's face lit up with joy.
"I'm quite curious how Luo Yongtang of the mental hospital will handle this matter." As he spoke, Fan Yecheng picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze fixed on the computer screen, as if waiting for Luo Yongtang to appear.
Just then, a harsh honking sound suddenly rang out from outside the mental hospital.
A speeding BMW car was seen charging directly towards the crowd at the entrance.