After Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, Jiang Weijia looked at the hospital director in front of him with an apologetic look on his face and spoke.
"Comrade, I'm really sorry for what happened today. Please tell me how much compensation it will cost for these things. We will pay for them first. We admit our mistakes and strive for leniency."
Hearing what Jiang Weijia said, the hospital director nodded and pointed to something on the ground.
"That's the oxygen machine in our hospital. Although it's old, we bought it at a high price. There's also this blood pressure monitor and syringe. The most important thing is this one, which is an electrocardiogram machine. We spent 10,000 yuan on it. Our hospital bought it specially from Haicheng."
Jiang Weijia's heart sank as he heard what the hospital director said. He felt that something was not good. He did not understand or know anything about this hospital. At first he thought that paying a few hundred yuan in compensation might be enough, as he already had the money on him. But now after hearing what the hospital director said, he realized that this situation was not so easy to resolve.
He had heard of the names of these instruments before. They were all very expensive, indeed costing tens of thousands, and the cheaper ones cost at least several thousand.
These are things that ordinary people cannot afford.
"I'll calculate the second-hand value of these things, which would be around five thousand. I'll pay you for it," the hospital manager said.
As soon as the hospital doctor said this, without waiting for Jiang Weijia to say anything, Old Mrs. Jiang stared with disbelief in her eyes.
"What, five thousand! What kind of hospital is this? Are you trying to rob me? It's just that piece of junk, just a piece of plastic that breaks if touched. How can it be more valuable than gold?" Old Mrs. Jiang said.
Her heart trembled when she heard the number five thousand, and then she realized that she seemed to have really gotten into trouble by throwing a tantrum this time.
I'm afraid this situation is not so easy to deal with.
"Mom, stop talking!" Jiang Weijia was now in a state of panic. He glanced at the hospital director in front of him and thought about all his current belongings. His salary was kept together with Su Yuelan's and was managed by Su Yuelan, but now Su Yuelan was gone.
He had only a little pocket money, about two or three hundred yuan, which he had saved.
"What if I don't have money to compensate? I... don't have money..." Jiang Weijia muttered for a long while, with an embarrassed look on his face.
He really can't afford the compensation now, nor can he clean up the mess that Old Lady Jiang created.
"Then you can talk to the comrades from the Public Security Bureau first." The hospital director spoke, and as soon as he finished speaking, the comrades from the Public Security Bureau came behind him.
After seeing the comrades from the Xi'an Bureau, Old Mrs. Jiang no longer dared to throw a tantrum. She was really panicked. She sat on the bed. Her arms and head no longer hurt. She glanced at Comrade Xi'an, who was in a Xi uniform and had a gun on his waist.
"Comrade Xian'an, I didn't do anything. I'm old, so I don't need to be careful about bumping into things or dropping them. This...there's no need to go to the Xian'an Bureau. I didn't kill anyone or set any fire." Old Mrs. Jiang said.
The people from the Public Security Bureau listened to the old lady's words, took a look at the mess in the ward, and the angry faces of the patients who were being held captive in the same ward. They knew who was right and who was wrong at a glance.
"Old lady, come on, do you want us to invite you over or carry you over?" The comrade from the Security Bureau spoke.
"Old lady, according to the information, you are now being supported by your second son's family, right? We have already arranged for someone to find your second son. If there is anything, we can go to the police station and talk slowly." Another comrade Xian'an next to her spoke up.
As Old Lady Jiang listened to what An said, her legs became weak and her face turned pale.
"What? You also called our Wei An?" Old Mrs. Jiang asked.
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