The director of the Public Security Bureau had no choice but to shamelessly go to the health center to find the director.
Unexpectedly, Dr. Zhao would rather lose his job than accept Jiang Wentao.
No one expected Dr. Zhao to be so stubborn.
Unable to convince Dr. Zhao, Sun Dong urgently contacted Jiang Ye who was far away in Beijing.
Unfortunately, it was late at night, and neither the letters nor the expedited telegrams, nor even the phone calls from Jiang Ye's school, could reach Jiang Ye in the middle of the night.
When everyone was at a loss, Dr. Zhao, who had finished his rounds at around eight in the morning, asked the nurse to change the dressing on Jiang Wentao's wound.
Su Wu said with a stiff face, "Doctor Zhao, Jiang Wentao gets anti-inflammatory injections every day. Why don't you give him the injection this morning and then let him go."
Wu Meiyue only found out what happened last night in the morning.
She did not speak up for Jiang Wentao, but sat on the chair and watched coldly.
Dr. Zhao could change Jiang Wentao's dressing, but refused to give him an IV drip.
He said righteously, "There are many patients in the health center who want to live a good life. The few bottles of IV drip I ordered for him might be the medicine they've been waiting for."
"Why should I waste it on him?"
"I advise you to pack up your things and leave my ward."
Xiaobai had no choice but to persuade: "Doctor Zhao, it will take time for us to pack up."
Doctor Zhao: "Then hurry up, you guys are taking up enough room for me to admit three or four more patients."
After saying that, Dr. Zhao turned and left. His time was precious and there was no need to waste it on such a person.
Su Wu and Xiaobai stayed in the ward for about an hour, but there was really nothing they could do.
There was no news from Director Sun Donghe either.
Everyone was waiting anxiously when Jiang Ye pushed open the door of the ward, exhausted.
When he heard the questions Dr. Zhao asked from Yao Qiyue, he guessed that Jiang Wentao was in trouble again.
He spent two days explaining Xiaowu's affairs to Damao, and finished his own paper overnight and handed it to Lu Zhian. Then he bought a train ticket back to Nancheng.
Jiang Wentao saw Jiang Ye's eyes light up: "I knew you wouldn't ignore me."
"Son, please help Dad find a solution. Or you can take me to Jing City. The health center there is definitely better than the one in Nancheng!"
"I just don't believe I can't live without Dr. Zhao."
Jiang Ye didn't even have time to catch his breath. After hearing what Jiang Wentao said, there was nothing he didn't understand.
"Doctor Zhao is unwilling to continue treating you?"
"Then let's be discharged now."
When Wu Meiyue heard what Jiang Ye said, she said excitedly: "I can take care of your father, so you let me go to Jing City with you."
Jiang Ye looked back at the agitated Wu Meiyue and said in a cold voice, "I won't take him to Jing City."
"I'll take him home. I've already dealt with everything in Beijing. I'll still take care of my dad when I get home."
Jiang Wentao clenched his fists tightly, his face pale and blue, and shouted in different voices: "What about my injuries?"
Jiang Ye said expressionlessly, "I'll ask Doctor Zhao to prescribe some anti-inflammatory medicine. If you're lucky enough not to have the infection when you get home, then you can continue living."
"If you're unlucky and die at home from an infection of the wound, I'll give you a grand funeral."
"I even asked Jiang Mei and Jiang Jie to observe three years of mourning for you, as a thank you for dying before being sentenced, thus sparing the three of us our lives."
Jiang Wentao struggled and threw the pillow behind him at Jiang Ye.
He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he looked at Jiang Ye like a devil.
Veins popped out on his forehead, and he gasped for breath: "Jiang Ye, if I die, it will be you who killed me."
Jiang Ye pointed at Su Wu and Xiao Bai, who were standing aside trying to minimize their presence. "Comrade Jiang Cha has been standing there for quite some time. If you want to call the police, do it now."
"I'm afraid you won't even be able to get out of bed when you go back."
It was the first time that Wu Meiyue saw Jiang Ye so angry. Although he didn't say a single swear word, she felt that every word he said was harsh.
It made her scalp tingle and she wanted to turn around and run away.
Jiang Ye was so calm that she felt that he was not just saying that in anger.
Without a pillow, Jiang Wentao could only lie flat on the bed. He struggled to turn sideways, causing pain in the wound on his abdomen.
The pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
After discovering last night that Jiang Wentao had deliberately allowed his wound to split, Dr. Zhao stopped giving him painkillers.
"Aren't you afraid that if I die, you'll go to jail too?"
Jiang Ye simply sat on the chair, and he even calmly straightened his wrinkled sleeves.
"Dad, don't worry. The police are very observant. They won't wrongly accuse a good person, nor will they let a bad person go."
"You stayed in the hospital for over 20 days, and your injuries didn't heal, and in fact got worse. After you came home, I took very good care of you. I certainly couldn't compare to the care I received from the professionals at the health center."
"Your injury must be some incurable disease. It has nothing to do with me."
"The two police officers have been in the ward for half a month. They must know that my father's illness is difficult to treat."
Jiang Ye spoke of Doctor Zhao with admiration, saying, "Doctor Zhao's medical skills are among the best in South City. He said that if my father was discharged from the hospital, it meant that he was either cured or incurable."
"Comrade police, do you think I'm right?"
Su Wu: "I don't know, I don't understand, don't ask me!"
noob:"……"
The cunning Su Wu...
Jiang Ye didn't care what the two of them said.
Jiang Wentao was able to commit self-harm right under the noses of two policemen, and he felt that these two comrades were not very dedicated.
Obviously Su Wu also saw Jiang Ye's attitude towards the two of them.
But they are both in the wrong...
He sighed deeply, and his annoyance towards Jiang Wentao deepened a little.
Seeing that Jiang Ye showed no mercy even to the police officers, Jiang Wentao suddenly deflated like a deflated balloon.
He collapsed on the hospital bed, looked at the ceiling, and suddenly burst into tears and cried:
"My eldest son, Dad is just scared."
"I don't want to go to jail."
"I've been very sincere to Widow Zhou, and I've spent a lot of money on her for such a long time. I just can't understand how she could call the police to arrest me."
"I don't want to do this, but I can't do anything while lying in bed."
Su Wu looked at Jiang Wentao, who was crying and snotting, and couldn't help but scold him.
"You should trust our police comrades. We won't wrongly accuse good people."
"Comrade Zhou, even if we call the police to arrest you, we still have to rely on evidence."
"You are just a suspect now. All you need to do is trust us and not do anything stupid or dangerous on your own."
Xiaobai nodded sincerely beside him.
Jiang Wentao said, "I still believed in Widow Zhou, but the result is like this."
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