Unsurprisingly, news of this vicious assault reached Beijing that night. Xiaxia stayed at the hospital to take care of Zhaodi, while Ruan Xianxian drove back to the village to wait by the telephone.
The first call came in, and it was the familiar voice of a police officer: "The incident requires further investigation; the new factory poses safety hazards."
Comrade Jing, also a victim, has been sent back to the hospital for further treatment.
Do you understand what I'm saying, Comrade Ruan?
Ruan Xianxian: "I understand. Someone is putting pressure on you. Hang up and get some rest."
Beep beep beep—
The police officer on the other end of the phone gave a wry smile. This woman, she speaks so bluntly, can't she at least give people some face?
The bureau chief standing nearby asked him, "What did the other side say?"
Police officer: "She told us to go to bed early."
Does going to bed early tonight mean... tomorrow will be tough?
The bureau chief touched his prematurely balding head, looking gloomy.
Before tomorrow even arrived, a phone call from headquarters subjected the two of them to a severe dressing-down.
The bureau chief, who only wanted to retire peacefully, hung up the phone, his mind reeling. "Are you sure Comrade Ruan only has one identity?"
Is it really not some high-ranking official's runaway daughter?
The junior policeman hesitated, but the chief stood up and roared, "What are you waiting for? Waiting for the wind to blow it away? Get him to the hospital and re-detain the perpetrator!"
So, Jing Xuan, who had just been sent back to the hospital under the pretext of medical treatment, was taken back to the police station and detained by the police on charges of intentional assault less than half an hour later.
Moreover, they are prohibited from seeking help from the outside world this time.
...
Fan Caicai hung up the phone and lectured Ruan, who was sitting slumped in a reclining chair, for not sitting properly.
"Don't keep thinking about Uncle Feng when something goes wrong. You are now a researcher at Institute 507. You need to learn to make use of the resources available within the organization."
There is more than one source of support.
Ruan Xianxian glanced at him sideways, without refuting him.
She hadn't gone to Beijing and didn't know anyone at the institute, so who could she call?
Having spent so much time together, Fan Caicai had come to understand this guy's character to some extent, she said, rubbing her temples and softening her voice.
"Are you feeling unwell? Go back and rest. I'll take care of things here and make sure Zhaodi doesn't suffer any injustice."
Ruan Xianxian was surprised, "How did you know I wasn't feeling well?"
How did he know? This woman is practically a stable boy; if she were even slightly better off, would she be sitting obediently by the telephone? She would have turned the whole bureau upside down by now.
Fan Caicai, "Labor and capital Shudao Mountain, disappear."
Hey! Zhao Di is from the same hometown! Ruan Xianxian quickly made her escape.
That night, the Jing family parents, who believed they had made amends and that their daughter had been rescued, slept quite well.
That night, Jingxuan, who was entering the bureau for the first time, was so scared that she couldn't sleep all night. In addition, due to the injury on her forehead, she developed a low-grade fever in the middle of the night and was so frightened that she started talking nonsense.
That night, Wu's mother, who had been worried about her son's marriage all night, also couldn't sleep.
Early in the morning, before dawn, Ruan Xianxian boiled some eggs and headed straight to the county hospital with Xiang Hongjun.
The two parted ways in front of the hospital. Xiang Hongjun glanced at him sideways and said, "Are you sure you want to see the steel mill director? Then I'll arrange someone for you."
Ruan Xianxian, carrying net bags full of water in both hands, closed the car door with her foot and glanced at her watch. "I'll arrive at the steel plant around ten o'clock and deal with the furnace ash problem first."
"Keep an eye on the director for me, don't let him wander off."
Looking at the girl who strode into the hospital with a swagger, as if she were going to the battlefield, Xiang Hongjun shook his head with amusement.
This isn't the old society before the Cultural Revolution where money could buy everything. He dared to buy furnace ash, but the steel mill didn't dare to sell it to him. This brat is full of tricks.
Hearing the ducks quacking in the car, he couldn't help but call out to remind them, "You forgot your ducks in the car."
Ruan Xianxian didn't even turn her head, "The duck isn't for the patient!"
If it wasn't for the patient, was it meant to be used to bribe the steel mill director? He'd tried that trick before, but it didn't work.
With the situation so tense outside, it's one thing to accept a generous gift, but which manager would risk losing their job to accept two ducks from you?
Upon reaching the third floor, Wu Xueliang stood outside the ward, carrying a thermos in his hand.
Ruan Xianxian exclaimed, "Are you using this as a door god?"
Wu Xueliang looked embarrassed. He had come at an inopportune time. The old lady in the next bed was having her diaper changed, and her children were taking care of her around the bedside. It was not convenient for him to go in.
As Ruan Xianxian entered the room, she immediately saw Zhao Di leaning against the headboard with an abnormally flushed face. She touched Zhao Di's forehead with the back of her hand and, sure enough, she had a fever.
She placed the personal items she had brought on the table and put them away one by one. Turning her head, she saw that the woman looked weak and asked with a smile, "Why didn't you call a doctor when you had a fever?"
"Don't even mention it." Mu Xia, who got up to help her tidy up, said, "He had a fever last night, and when the doctor came to give him an injection, he was almost scared to death when he saw the needle."
In her past life, Ruan Xianxian, who was in poor health, had seen many needles as thick as those used for sewing shoe soles. One needle would make her walk with a limp for days.
As someone who has a phobia of needles, she could especially understand Zhao Di's feelings, and when no one was looking, she dripped a drop of spiritual spring water into the cup.
Adding too much water might make the wound heal too quickly and alert the doctor, so the water glass was handed to Chen Zhaodi. "If you don't want to use a stab, then don't."
Some fever reducers are like using a cannon to kill a mosquito; if the fever isn't very high, try to take as few fever reducers as possible.
Mu Xia agreed. Zhao Di took the water cup and drank it down in a few gulps, as people with fever tend to be thirsty.
She put down her water glass and asked, "Jingxuan is out of the police station? I could hear her yelling all night, even from one floor away."
Ruan Xianxian: "They came out, but less than half an hour later, they went back."
The three women exchanged glances, everything understood without a word.
Zhao Di sighed, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll be discharged once my fever breaks."
"Don't do that," Ruan Xianxian stopped her. "If you want Jingxuan to stay at the institute for a few days, you can stay in the hospital bed for a few days."
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