"No, no!"
Liu Xuemei felt extremely guilty.
Ouyang Zhenyu turned his head, while Song Wenming had his head down.
He just knelt on the ground and didn't get up, staring blankly at the ground in front of him, seemingly lost in thought.
Upon seeing Ouyang Zhenyu's gaze, Liu Yukai's smile froze.
"Dean Ouyang, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple; Little Song doesn't recognize you.
After all, he hadn't seen you before he came, and I never expected such a misunderstanding to happen.
Dean Ouyang, you are a magnanimous person; your heart can hold a boat.
"I am not magnanimous enough; even a prime minister's belly cannot hold a boat."
Ouyang Zhenyu's meaningful remark almost brought Liu Yukai to tears.
"Dean Ouyang, you're really joking. Someone of your stature shouldn't stoop to the level of a child."
"He's still a child. How young is he? A 25-year-old child, isn't he?"
The only sound in the courtyard was Ouyang Zhenyu's deafening voice.
Liu Yukai was speechless at this point.
Yes, Song Wenming is 25 years old. Can he be treated like a child?
I feel guilty saying that.
Song Wenming was now completely dejected. He never expected that the person in front of him was actually his boss, Ouyang Zhenyu.
He knew that Liu Yukai would never harm him because his father had saved Liu Yukai's life, which was why Liu Yukai genuinely treated him like a brother and protected him.
The more arrogant he had been just moments before, the more cold sweat broke out on Song Wenming's back.
"Ouyang, Dean Ouyang, I, I was wrong."
"I didn't expect it to be you."
No matter what you say, it's useless. He actually led a group to try and beat up his own boss. He thinks it's impossible that Ouyang Zhenyu wouldn't make things difficult for him.
"If I weren't Ouyang Zhenyu today, would you apologize to me?"
If I weren't Ouyang Zhenyu today, would you let this go?
Of course not!
If I weren't Ouyang Zhenyu, what would you do to me if you brought people to arrest me and take me back to the Revolutionary Committee?
Just as you said, you made me wish I were dead. Wow, Section Chief Song, that's impressive.
"I don't know when the head of the logistics department of our military hospital became such a person."
How can someone like you serve the people?
Can it serve the working class?
Can they truly serve their patients wholeheartedly?
"Your dad is so powerful, you think you can do whatever you want in the hospital just because you have a good father?"
"Song Wenming doesn't need to say anything. Go back and wait for your punishment."
Upon hearing this, Song Wenming became anxious and quickly stood up.
"Dean Ouyang, I know I have offended you today, but I am a full-time employee of the military hospital, and you have no right to fire me."
Ouyang Zhenyu sneered.
"You're a full-time employee of the military hospital, so you can see if I can fire you."
Then he said to Liu Yukai.
"Comrade Liu Yukai, quickly take this brainless person away and go back to wake up."
Liu Yukai bowed deeply as he pulled Cong Wenming towards the back.
"Dean Ouyang, I promise I'll teach this brat a lesson when I get back today, and make his father bring him along to apologize."
He hurriedly pulled Song Wenming out of the courtyard, and Song Wenming said with dissatisfaction.
"Brother Liu, what's wrong with you?"
Are you on my side or his?
"Even though he is the director of the military hospital, you don't need to be so afraid of him!"
Besides, I am a full-time employee of the military hospital.
No one has the right to fire me.
"So what if he's the dean? I'm not afraid of him."
This time, Liu Yukai kicked Song Wenming so hard he was stunned.
"You still have the nerve to call yourself the dean? What's wrong with that?"
Aren't you afraid?
Go back and ask your father if he's scared.
Do you know which deity you've offended?
How many high-ranking officials and dignitaries come to Ouyang Zhenyu every year seeking his medical treatment?
How many gods and immortals come to him every year seeking his cure?
You have now offended such a person.
Don't even mention him firing you; if he wanted to get back at you, your whole family would suffer.
"Song Wenming, Song Wenming, you really know how to get your father into trouble."
Song Wenming was unconvinced, but he was also terrified of being beaten. Liu Yukai was truly ruthless when he started beating people.
A group of people came in aggressively, but they all slunk away in disgrace.
Song Wenming returned to the Revolutionary Committee compound in a truck, jumped off the truck, and stormed into the office.
Sitting at the table, fuming, Song Dacheng was drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
Hearing the commotion and seeing his son sitting there, he couldn't help but wonder, with Liu Yukai around, surely he could get revenge.
He said in a very gentle and kind voice.
"Wenming, what's wrong? What happened? Tell your dad, and I'll help you."
Song Wen and Liu Yukai walked in. Song Wenming pointed at Liu Yukai and said,
"Dad, you need to do something about Brother Liu."
I kindly called him "big brother," truly treating him like my own brother, but what did he do? He actually hit me in front of outsiders.
Song Dacheng's face immediately darkened.
"What's wrong with Xiao Liu?"
I sent you to protect civilization, and you still resorted to violence?
Liu Yukai sighed and walked to Song Dacheng's side, whispering what had just happened. Song Dacheng's face turned pale immediately.
His eyes held a hint of fear.
If others don't know what's going on, how could he not know?
The last time Ouyang Zhenyu performed surgery on a certain important figure, he personally handled the reception.
How could he not know how many people owed Ouyang Zhenyu a life-saving debt?
If Ouyang Zhenyu made a phone call, let alone taking away his son's job, or even taking the lives of his entire family, probably no one would plead for them.
This time, Song Dacheng really felt like he had shot himself in the foot.
My son has caused such a huge mess, but what can we do?
As the father, all he can do is clean up the mess.
"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy two bottles of Moutai, two cartons of Daqianmen liquor, and take out the TV tickets your mother has saved up."
"And bring out that old-fashioned bicycle we ordered from the supply and marketing cooperative."
"Dad, where are you going? Are you going to find someone to deal with Ouyang Zhenyu?"
There was a hint of excitement in Song Wenming's voice; he hadn't gotten his revenge today.
I'm still feeling resentful.
"Deal with what? What a load of crap."
"Dad, why are you swearing?"
"I curse at people and I hit people, you little bastard, do you know how much trouble you've caused?"
"That's Ouyang Zhenyu. He wouldn't just fire you, Song Wenming, he could send you to a labor camp right now."
"I'm telling you, that's a piece of cake for Ouyang Zhenyu."
I refuse to believe it, Dad. You don't need to boost others' morale while demoralizing your own.
Ouyang Zhenyu has such a big face, I'm not someone who's easily intimidated.
I simply don't believe in superstition.
Song Wenming turned and left, completely ignoring his father's instructions.
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