After rebirth, I used medical skills to overwhelm the rich

Jiang Baoer's eyes lit up, and she stood on tiptoe and kissed Chu Yunhan's face: "My husband, you are so kind."

"There are many good things about your husband." Chu Yunhan snorted arrogantly, and kissed back with red ears: "Get in the car, this is not a place to talk."

When the two returned to the car, Jiang Baoer couldn't wait to ask: "Did you record everything she said just now?"

"It's recorded." Chu Yunhan took out a small recording pen, and at the same time took out his laptop, and started editing the audio.

Jiang Bao'er listened carefully, and commanded: "Don't want this sentence, keep this sentence... keep this sentence with Zhao Qijun's name..."

Chu Yunhan completed all the editing according to her request.

The two listened to it once, and after they felt that there was no problem, Chu Yunhan sent the audio to one person.

Looking at the unfamiliar name on it, Jiang Baoer asked curiously, "Who is this person?"

"My private PR."

Hearing the answer, Jiang Baoer was stunned for a moment, opened her moist mouth slightly, and exclaimed: "The old man also arranged a private public relations for you?"

"It wasn't arranged by the old man." Chu Yunhan replied honestly.

It suddenly occurred to him that Jiang Baoer didn't seem to know his private property. The two had been married for so long, and Jiang Baoer said that she had experienced the joy of raising him, and it was time to confess her situation.

"Bao'er, I actually invested abroad in my early years..."

"He replied to you." Jiang Bao'er interrupted him excitedly before waiting for him to finish: "The audio was posted on the Internet, and he said that he has bought a large number of sailors, and the heat of the matter is rising."

"No, I have to go and see!"

Jiang Baoer quickly took out her mobile phone and searched for related audio.

Within a few minutes, the audio was on the trending searches. Not long after Zhao Qijun's funeral was over, there was evidence that he killed his wife and daughter, and the popularity suddenly exploded.

There is a lot of discussion about this matter on the Internet. If the evidence is true, this is a very bad case.

"The police will come here soon to check with Zhao Xinrou, we have to go."

Chu Yunhan started the car and took Jiang Baoer away.

"Tell me, will the police find anything abnormal in the nursing home after investigation?" Jiang Baoer chatted with Chu Yunhan while looking at her phone.

"No. The Fushan Sanatorium has been in existence for a long time, and it probably has a set of means to deal with it."

The facts are the same as what Chu Yunhan said. After the audio became popular, netizens frantically @a City Police Department's official Weibo, and soon the police came to Fushan Sanatorium to investigate.

When she learned that the police wanted to see her, Zhao Xinrou was ecstatic.

She hurriedly asked the police for help and asked them to take her out, but was stopped by the staff saying "she is emotionally unstable, has serious mental illness and needs treatment".

Zhao Xinrou panicked, and hurriedly told the inhuman treatment she experienced in the nursing home, her voice was sharp: "The people here are all lunatics, they are best at torturing people, they can torture healthy people crazy."

The staff had prepared long ago and produced a series of formal documents from the nursing home.

"We are a formal psychiatric hospital here. All the treatment methods meet the standards, and there are no illegal operations. If you don't believe it, you can check it, and we will absolutely cooperate."

When Zhao Xinrou was brought out, she was suddenly horrified to find that the oppressive and quiet atmosphere of the nursing home was gone, and there were many more people exercising in hospital gowns in the yard.

Even the staff is not as indifferent as before, with a gentle smile on their face, talking patiently with the patients.

"No, this is wrong. It's not like this usually..." Zhao Xinrou gestured excitedly, speaking incoherently.

The staff told the police helplessly: "Since her mother was imprisoned, she has suffered from mental illness. She had an attack a few days ago and pushed her father downstairs. Mr. Zhao had no choice but to send her to us. Treatment...It's a pity that Mr. Zhao passed away suddenly, after attending the funeral, her mental illness became more serious, and now she is starting to hallucinate and talk nonsense."

Zhao Xinrou wanted to defend herself, but every time she said a word, she would be linked to mental illness.

The staff also took out her mental test report. Seeing that the police believed their words, Zhao Xinrou's hard-won hope completely collapsed.

Afterwards, the police inquired about Jiang Shulan's case, and Zhao Xinrou began to confess after a nervous breakdown.

From her words, the police extracted key information, made a record, and left the nursing home.

After confirming that the police had left, the faces of the people in the yard changed instantly.

The staff reverted to their usual demeanor, while those in hospital gowns were sycophantic.

When Zhao Xinrou was pulled into her ward, she was shocked to see one of the familiar faces.

These people are the second-generation ancestors who used to be arrogant and domineering in City A. They were abandoned by their families and trapped here forever.

She will also become like this in the future, domesticated by the nursing home, numb and indifferent, flattering and flattering, living without dignity.

This is not the life she wants, no!

Zhao Xinrou didn't know where the strength came from, she broke free from the staff and ran outside.

But there were too many people in the nursing home, and she was soon besieged.

In desperation, she gritted her teeth, her eyes were red, and she slammed her head against the pillar next to her.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Zhao Xinrou fell down limply.

Before her consciousness disappeared, she could only see a patch of bright red, which was as red as the blood under Jiang Shulan's body back then.