Chapter 397
The moment the door was kicked open, a troublemaker came in through the hole.
He stared fiercely, the white eyeballs were bloodshot.
This appearance frightened the dean so much that he hugged his head like a pheasant that only cared about its head but ignored its back, and turned around in circles.
In the end, there was no place to hide.
He was cornered by that person, punched and kicked.
At the beginning, the dean could still resist a few times, one-on-one, and didn't suffer much.
But later, the door was completely opened, and all the people outside came in and surrounded him.
I don't know whose fist and whose foot fell on the dean's head, body, legs and back.
Even his face was covered tightly by a big shoe with a size of 43.
When the big foot was taken down, the dean felt a heat in his nose, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, it's bleeding."
"Security is coming, stop them!"
"Listen to me, big guy, we're asking for money, so don't kill people."
The dean heard the sound of chaotic footsteps running towards this side.
Then through the gaps in his swollen eyelids, he could see several people tearing down his desk and holding the legs of the desk in their hands, looking like they were going to fight the security guards.
What was even more frightening was that a table leg was placed directly on his head.
A breath of death approached his body, making him tremble with fright.
People die every day in the hospital. The dean has seen many of them, and he has never been afraid.
But that was someone else's business. Today's death had something to do with him. He only felt a heat in his crotch, and the smell of urine and blood entered his nostrils again.
"Don't move, don't move, I will kill anyone who dares to move!" It was the man with red eyes who came in first who spoke.
The dean felt that the legs of the table above his head increased a little more.
His cervical spine was almost pressed into the cavity.
"Don't... don't move, don't move any of you!" He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, trembling.
Hearing what he said, those security guards stood at the door, and none of them dared to step forward.
"Tell them not to call the police! Otherwise, we will die together!"
"No, no, no... don't call the police." The dean's heart became colder and colder, and he couldn't speak well.
"We didn't come to you to cause trouble, we just want our money back, and we'll leave after we take the money!"
"Yes, we just want our own money back. You are such a big hospital, you can't extort the money from us ordinary people, can you?"
"It's okay to sell persimmons, if we don't return the money, don't sell us persimmons, if the disease can't be cured, there is no point in living, and the worst is to die together.
We are also relieved, and it is worthwhile for the director of such a big hospital to be buried with us! "
"Yes, let him be buried with you if you don't pay!
Sooner or later, they will die, and they can't be cheap! "
A group of anxious patients turned into desperadoes in an instant.
He couldn't stop spending this money.
Enduring the pain all over his body, the dean gritted his teeth and told the colleagues who came over, "Go quickly, go and ask the finance department to bring the money, one thousand per person, and give it back to them!"
A doctor in a white coat ran downstairs with a "thump thump thump".
After a while, another four or five people ran up, one of them holding a cardboard box in his hand.
There are several wads of money in the cardboard box.
The patient at the door let the man who took the money into the room.
When the dean saw the money in the cardboard box, he closed his eyes in distress.
If his guess is correct, the money is [-] yuan, and it is about to be taken out before it is warmed up in his hand.
"Each...one thousand per person, give them a share." He ordered.
There were two patients who helped the doctor who took the money. According to the number of people they found, each person was given 1000 yuan.
They didn't move any of the rest of the money.
The dean was relieved now, he thought those people would take all the money away.
After distributing the money, everyone felt relieved.
They still have to rush back to Crouching Tiger Town to get the cured persimmons, and then go home for the New Year, so there is no delay here.
Before coming, Liu Xiangxiang had already smeared the persimmon juice on the patient's place for free.
Now these people's diseases are almost cured.
But that Liu Xiangxiang said that the disease can only be cured completely by eating tomatoes.
Otherwise, after more than ten days, they will have to suffer from the disease again.
They have already tasted the taste of normal people's health, but they are very afraid when they think of getting sick again.
The feeling of not being able to die or not being able to live is really unbearable.
Now that they have taken the money, they just want to go to Crouching Tiger Town to buy persimmons as soon as possible.
In addition to the money for buying persimmons, I still have 800 yuan left in my hand, and the family can live a prosperous and good year.
At that moment, the group hurriedly left the hospital, went to the train station again, and prepared to go to Crouching Tiger Town.
The dean watched those people leave, and his whole body collapsed into a limp ball.
The staff and security guards in the hospital, looking at the dean's swollen face like a pig's head, lost the majestic dean in the past.
All of them held back their smiles, and those who seemed very concerned came to help the dean.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched his arm, he yelled in pain, "No, no, go find a stretcher, my arm seems to be broken."
A security guard squatted in front of the dean, "Let me carry you over to check!"
Unexpectedly, with the support of everyone, before he even got off the ground, he yelled in pain, "No, my waist seems to be broken too, so I can't use my strength! Let's go find a stretcher, these damn hooligans ,bandit!
How can I do it! "
When the dean lay on the stretcher, he felt a little relieved.
Fortunately, I am the dean, and I have the convenience to make all the instruments in the hospital.
The final diagnosis was "sprained lumbar spine and fractured upper arm of the right arm."
"Tricksters, these tricksters, hey, it hurts me to death!
It's the Chinese New Year now, and I can't even go home, damn it, you bastards! "The dean was lying on the hospital bed, humming and cursing those who beat him.
A parsley shop in Crouching Tiger Town.
Listening to those people's wonderful stories, Liu Xiangxiang laughed happily, "Damn it, deserved it! Let him be black-hearted, and he should be punished like this!"
You don't know, my sister suffered from him, more money than you lost, that's about a hundred thousand!
It hasn't been returned until now. "
"One hundred thousand? My God! If we had known how dark his heart was, we should have hit him harder!"
"That's enough for him. I kicked him in the arm like that. It's like his arm is broken."
"My kick was not light, but it's a pity that I only had a nosebleed, which didn't make his face look flat!"
"Okay! Listening to what you say is all relieved!
I am happy today, I will give this persimmon to you for free, but only half of it can be given to each person!
Because, your illnesses are almost healed! "
Liu Xiangxiang smiled and broke open a box of persimmons in front of her, and distributed them to those people.
"Boss Liu, didn't you say that we still have to suffer from the disease?" a patient asked Liu Xiangxiang after biting a persimmon.
"I was trying to scare you, why don't you be so energetic when you ask for money?"
"Okay, good scare!"
"Boss Liu, thank you. If you didn't say that, we really don't know if we have the courage to ask for the money back."
"This time we can go back and have a good year!"
(End of this chapter)
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