Municipal People’s Hospital, Director Wu’s office.
Song Kexing and Wu Chunhua came to the door without any obstruction.
Wu Chunhua couldn't wait to knock on the door.
"Come in."
As soon as Director Wu spoke, Wu Chunhua almost burst into tears.
"Dad!" She pushed the door open and ran in.
Song Kexing followed closely behind and locked the door from the inside.
"Chunhua, what's wrong with your face? Who hit you?"
Seeing his daughter's face was red and swollen, Director Wu stood up excitedly.
Wu Chunhua cried and hugged his arm, shouting:
"Dad! This bitch hit me. Call the guard at the door and have her arrested!"
Director Wu then turned his gaze towards Song Kexing.
When he saw that she was in a terrible state with a bloody wound on her face, he frowned slightly.
"Chunhua, tell Dad the truth, did you injure her?"
He knew what kind of character his own daughter was. She only bullied others and had never been beaten by anyone.
Compared to the little Zhi in front of him, the girl's injury was considered light.
"Dad! I didn't hit her! She was beaten by someone else and took it out on me!"
Wu Chunhua was so angry that she couldn't take it anymore.
Today, not only was she beaten up by the person who bullied her before, but she also had a falling out with her good friends.
It's really too noisy! It's all Song Kexing's fault!
Wu Chunhua had an accusing look on her face and quickly recounted the whole story.
After listening to this, Director Wu's face darkened.
"Xiao Zhi, this is what's wrong with you. Whose daughter are you? I need to talk to your parents!"
"Dad, her dad's surname is Song, he's the former general manager of the department store!"
Wu Chunhua quickly reminded.
"Yes, I understand."
Director Wu's eyes flashed with disdain.
It turns out that it was the Song family that fell. Then there is nothing to worry about.
"Xiao Zhi, what you did today was too much. I have to report it to the police and let the police teach you how to behave!"
Anyone who dares to bully his precious daughter must be severely punished.
"Humph! Song Kexing, you're dead!"
Wu Chunhua walked in front of her with a proud look on her face.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Kexing, who had been silent all the time, suddenly moved.
She grabbed Wu Chunhua's hair and slammed her hard on the desk!
Then he took out a dagger from his pocket and pointed it at her face:
"Tell me, who was faster, your dad calling the police or me scratching your face?"
"Dad! Dad! Save me! Save me!!"
Wu Chunhua was so scared that she burst into tears.
She can't be disfigured. She is so beautiful. If she is disfigured, she won't be able to get married!
"Xiao 땢zhi...please let my daughter go, and talk it over nicely if you have anything to say!"
Director Wu was a little anxious.
My precious daughter must not get hurt, otherwise I won’t be able to explain to my wife.
"Okay, I don't need to say goodbye, just give me a certificate."
Song Kexing put forward the conditions.
This is her purpose of going out today.
"What proof do you want?" Director Wu frowned. "Our hospital is not hiring right now, so we can't give you any special treatment."
Director Wu thought Song Kexing wanted a job offer at the hospital.
To be honest, since he can sit in this position, the quota can still be given to him.
But he didn't want to set a time bomb in the hospital.
"It seems that your father doesn't love you that much." Song Kexing smiled and slashed Wu Chunhua's face with a dagger, "Tell me, where should I start?"
"Dad! Give it to her! Give her my job quota!"
The cold dagger was scratching her face again and again, and Wu Chunhua was about to collapse.
"Dad! Save me! I don't want to be disfigured! Wuuuuuu..."
Seeing his daughter crying so miserably, Director Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you!"
He remembered this grudge!
Director Wu took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer and quickly wrote a letter of recommendation.
Seeing this, Song Kexing said lazily:
"I heard that the hospital's job quota requires 650 yuan. I don't have much money. Just give me 600 yuan, and I will return the quota to Wu Chunhua."
"How dare you play tricks on me!" Director Wu slammed the table angrily, his face flushed red.
"So are you going to give it or not?"
Song Kexing used the tip of the knife to draw a tiny bloody mark on Wu Chunhua's face.
Wu Chunhua immediately screamed and shouted, "Dad! Dad! Give it to her! Give it to her!"
Director Wu had a gloomy face and was extremely hesitant.
Finally, under the crying and urging of his daughter, he took out 60 big unity tickets from the drawer.
Song Kexing raised his eyebrows. This man could easily come up with so much money. It seemed that he was quite greedy.
Song Kexing took the money but did not release him: "Write me a certificate."
"What the hell are you doing!?"
Director Wu's eyes were red and he glared at her fiercely.
"Nothing." Song Kexing said calmly:
"I'm upset by the disfigurement I've suffered today, and my mental state is not right. Just give me a certificate of mental illness."
Director Wu and Wu Chunhua:? ? ?
Doesn’t this person have some serious illness?
Who would take the initiative to ask a doctor for a certificate of mental illness?
No, maybe she is really sick, that's why she does such a crazy thing.
Director Wu: "Our hospital does not have such a certificate and has never issued one before."
He said it was true.
Generally, people with mental illnesses either hide at home and don't go out, or go so crazy that they are locked up in a mental hospital.
In this era, medical development is too backward, and many diseases cannot be cured, let alone mental illness, so the hospital has never issued similar certificates.
China did not issue the first generation of disability certificates until 1995, and it was at that time that the so-called mental illness certificates appeared.
Song Kexing: "It's okay, I'll teach you how to drive."
If there are no conditions, then create them. Everything depends on human efforts.
Hearing this, Director Wu was almost furious:
"You can issue it as a certificate whenever you want. This kind of certificate that has never appeared needs to be reported to the superiors. I don't have the right to do so!"
The certificate he issued had to be signed by him, with his personal seal and the hospital seal.
If something goes wrong in the future, the responsibility will be on him, and he can't take the risk.
"Oh, that's fine. If your daughter is disfigured, you can't blame me. It was you who watched her die without helping her."
Song Kexing started to use force on his hands, and blood started to appear on Wu Chunhua's face.
"dad!!......"
"Don't hurt my daughter! Tell me! How to open it!!"
10 minutes later.
Song Kexing left with 600 yuan in his pocket and a certificate of mental illness in his hand, looking very satisfied.
Maru said, "That's right, killing is against the law."
But a mentally ill person who kills someone is not necessarily responsible.
What's more, he got angry and started beating people.
From now on, she will feel itchy and hit someone.
With a certificate, you don’t have to be afraid anymore.
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