Mr. Gu, my wife has blocked you.

After Mo Mingxuan looked through the IOU, he raised his eyes and asked, "When Ms. He Yurou borrowed money from you, was there a guarantor? Was there anything pledged?"

"No." The scarred man said, "Her signature and fingerprints are written on the black and white paper. This is unmistakable."

"There is no guarantor, no mortgage registration, just because you issued an IOU, how dare you lend the money? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get it back?"

The man smiled scornfully, "My brothers are all eating this bowl of rice. How can we not know their names and what they have at home? As long as we know their addresses, no one can escape."

"People can't run away, but what about the money? There is no collateral. Once the other party's assets collapse and the loan cannot be repaid, how do you do it? How do you make sure they won't sell off their assets and run away?" Mo Mingxuan paused and changed the subject. "You are asking for money, right? If you are asking for money, don't ask for collateral. This is the first time I have seen you in all these years. Are you really asking for money?"

The scarred man's face changed slightly due to her series of questions, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," Mo Mingxuan rubbed the IOUs in his hand and raised his eyebrows, "Since you said these things were signed by Ms. He, let's do a handwriting appraisal."

The scarred man frowned, his tone already a little irritable, "She has been lying in bed for several years. How about handwriting identification? Is there any handwriting that can be identified? Then the fingerprint on it is hers, how can it be fake?"

"Who said Ms. He has to be awake to do a handwriting appraisal?" Mo Mingxuan looked at the other party's expression, "As long as there is her previous handwriting."

The scarred man's expression really looked wrong.

He looked at a few people hesitantly, unsure for a moment whether what they said was true or false.

Didn’t you say that everything was burned clean?Why is there still handwriting to compare?

"Let's go," Mo Mingxuan said calmly, "I happen to know an expert in handwriting appraisal. If it is true or false, you can tell it by taking a look."

"I want to go to you, I don't have that free time, please pay me back quickly!"

Mo Mingxuan has basically determined that these people must know that the IOU is fake, and their purpose of coming should not only be to ask for money.

Mo Mingxuan lowered his head and glanced at his watch. When the hour hand turned three, the sound of a police car sounded downstairs.

The expressions of several people in society changed, and a man with yellow hair yelled, "Brother, the police are here! Someone called the police!"

"Damn it!" Scarface's expression changed, "Who the hell called the police!"

"Me," Mo Mingxuan shook his phone, "gathered a crowd to cause trouble, disrupted public order, endangered public security, intentionally caused harm, used fake IOUs to defraud, and were punished for several crimes. How can you spend a whole year in jail?"

The scarred man's expression changed.

He stared at Mo Mingxuan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "You are so cruel!"

After that, he took several people and left the ward.

Shen Qingchuan clicked his tongue, "Trash! You only dare to attack women!"

Qiao Ruoxing turned around and wanted to go out, but Shen Qingchuan stopped her, "Sister-in-law, where are you going?"

Qiao Ruoxing said, "I'll go downstairs to pick up the police."

"No need," Shen Qingchuan waved his hand, "Mingxuan lied to those guys, he didn't call the police at all."

Qiao Ruoxing was startled, "The voice downstairs..."

Only then did Shen Qingchuan explain to her.

After receiving Mo Mingxuan, he rushed to the hospital.

On the way, I talked to Mo Mingxuan about what Qiao Ruoxing said when he called me, and mentioned that Qiao Ruoxing said that he should bring a few more people with him.

Of course, when he told Mo Mingxuan, the two of them were already almost at the hospital.

Mo Mingxuan blamed him for not telling him earlier. This was a very crucial piece of information, indicating that there were many people on the other side.

But time was tight at that time. If we called the police, for ordinary civil disputes, it would take ten to ten minutes no matter how quickly the police were dispatched.

After Mo Mingxuan got off the car, he discussed with a lady at the fruit stall in front of the hospital and asked her to play the police siren at what time.

The eldest sister received 200 yuan from Mo Mingxuan and agreed very quickly.

"Mingxuan is still smart, but he didn't expect this bunch of rubbish to be so cowardly. They ran away with their butts tucked in their butts when they heard the siren. If I had known, I would have called the police directly, and maybe some cases could have been brought to trial."

If you run away in a panic when you hear the siren, you most likely have committed a crime, otherwise you wouldn't be so nervous.

As soon as the group left, the doctors and nurses quickly came over and reconnected He Yurou's ventilator. Sister Zhao helped the doctors and nurses clean up the mess on the floor of the ward, and the place finally returned to its original state.

Qiao Ruoxing stayed in the ward to see the doctor's examination results, while Mo Mingxuan and Shen Qingchuan were waiting in the corridor.

"I should have taken a photo of those guys just now!" Shen Qingchuan suddenly slapped his head and said, "What if when A Yan comes back, the injury on my sister-in-law's face has not healed, and she can't find anyone to vent to."

"Where are you going, Ayan?"

"I don't know. He said he was on a business trip. I don't know where he went on a business trip. My phone was turned off and I couldn't contact him."

"Phone off?"

Mo Mingxuan lowered his eyes and said after a long time, "Are you still on the plane?"

"You should have gotten off the plane early by this time, right? Maybe the old lady asked him to do something quietly. She didn't want outsiders to know, so she hid her whereabouts."

This kind of thing has happened before, but Shen Qingchuan didn't find it strange.

Mo Mingxuan said no more.

He Yurou's condition was not very good. The doctor had said before that her body was exhausted and all her organs were failing. She had been off the ventilator for so long, which actually had some impact on her.

Her lungs have developed lesions and she cannot maintain spontaneous breathing for as long as before, so she needs the help of a ventilator.

The doctor changed his previous statement that she could survive a year. At this rate, it might only take three or two months.

Qiao Ruoxing's heart tightened, her lips pursed tightly, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"By the way," the doctor thought of something and added, "Ms. Qiao, it's time to deposit the medical expenses into your mother's account."

Qiao Ruoxing was startled, "Didn't the money go through?"

The doctor said, "No, the director urged me to do this this morning. You can go downstairs to check later."

After all, doctors don't care about fees, so he doesn't know much about it.

"Okay, thank you."

When she came out of the ward, Shen Qingchuan came to greet her, "How are you? Are you okay?"

Qiao Ruoxing shook his head, looking a little tired.

"You guys wait for me for a moment, I'll go downstairs to do some errands."

Mo Mingxuan followed, "I'll come with you," he whispered, "I want to ask you something."

Shen Qingchuan wanted to follow him, but his cell phone rang, so he took it to the side to answer the call.

They walked up the stairs, and the stairwell was a little dark. Qiao Ruoxing was silent all the way. It wasn't until they got down two floors that she said, "Lawyer Mo, I'm really sorry about what happened last night."

Mo Mingxuan smiled, "You have nothing to be sorry for, it's not your fault."