On the daily life of nemesis

On the other side of the hospital scene, the central hospital was surrounded by the police, and several men were stopped by two women. The scene was extremely chaotic, and the two men had already collapsed because of their injuries He couldn't wake up, and the other three men were determined to have died after being rescued by the forensic doctor. However, a long black funeral car parked steadily outside the hospital gate, and the man sitting in the driver's seat snapped He opened the steering wheel with a displeased face, pressed the car window and poked his head out to look at the chaotic scene in front of him. Although the two staff members in the back seat were helpless, they didn't dare to do anything because of the face of the deputy curator. Just whispering together.

"Hey, looking at the situation, no matter what, I'll have to be busy until tomorrow morning, and I won't be able to sleep again today." One of the men sitting in the back seat was half leaning on the car window and looking at the woman next to him in a low voice.

But the woman next to him looked up vigilantly at the front left passenger seat, and was relieved to see that there was no movement there, then patted the shoulder of the man beside him.

"Oh, there is no way, we are just busy, and then we have a lazy and panicked leader, so this tiring and hard job can only be done first. Let's come. There is a saying, oh yes, You get shot while lying down, we are the ones who die lying down! We can't blame others." Before the half sentence in his mouth was uttered, he was interrupted by a burst of abuse, and the two looked towards the passenger seat in tacit understanding. Go, I saw that the man in the co-pilot seat was holding up the phone and yelling at the person on the other side of the phone.

"It's his uncle! The people in the restaurant have all gone home for the New Year, right?! Huh?! Now tell me that there is not enough manpower, and I have been waiting here for more than three hours, and I didn't go home!" The man raised his mobile phone in one hand and looked out the window and roared angrily, his tone was so excited that even the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Even the driver was taken aback by these words, he mechanically moved his head back from the window, then quietly looked forward and remained silent.

The two people sitting in the back seat looked at each other as if they were in agreement, then spread their hands, pursed their mouths, and stopped talking with good eyesight.

The woman on the right suddenly patted the hand of the man beside her, and pointed to the car window, signaling that she wanted to leave.

The man beside him didn't say anything, he just looked up at the passenger seat and then nodded.

When Xiao Ji's feet just stepped on the ground, there was the intermittent cursing in the car again. Xiao Ji sighed secretly, then took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed the curator Xiang Zhudi.

After the call was connected, Xiao Ji said anxiously,

"Photoshop, come here quickly. There was a mob fight outside the hospital. There were countless casualties. The scene has been surrounded by the police. And..." The words in his mouth were not finished, followed by an extremely high-decibel abuse It came from behind.

"What are you guys doing for food? Let's talk about gang fights and find the police. Why are you looking for me, the deputy director of the curator who is just there? I'm free?!" When the man finished yelling, While talking, he suddenly opened the car window and threw the phone out without even blinking. The black phone formed an arc parabola along an arc, and there was a cracking sound when the phone hit the ground. Glancing in the direction, he pressed the car window with satisfaction, and then took a lighted cigarette from the driver.

Sure enough, all the man's words were recorded on the phone. Although the scene was chaotic, Zhu Qian still listened to his words.

Xiao Ji pursed his lips, and when he was about to speak, a calm and hoarse voice came to his ears.

"Let the deputy curator answer the phone."

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Xiao Ji's mouth, but after only a moment, he returned to his previous expression.

She tapped on the car window. The man held a cigarette in one hand and pressed the car window with the other. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked directly at Xiao Ji with a gloomy expression.

Xiao Ji didn't take it seriously, but just handed him the mobile phone in his hand. The man subconsciously glanced at the display screen, and when he saw the name on it, he thought something was wrong. He quickly picked up the phone and put it next to his ear. Seeing the magnitude of this movement, it spread to the back of the hand. The man was suffering unspeakably from the heat, his five sense organs were twisted together, and he had to try his best to calm down his tone to deal with the others. This is really shooting himself in the foot!

"Wait for me there." A few short words came from my ears, even though they were just a few short words, there was a hint of anger, and when Zhu Qian hung up the phone, the man was stunned.

Xiao Ji stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him. When the man came back to his senses, she took the mobile phone and put it in her trouser pocket. Yuan looked back, but what came into view was a bright white Mercedes-Benz sports car. Under the gaze of everyone, the person sitting in the driver's seat suddenly turned the steering wheel, and with a "wow", the car body was already standing on its feet. Next to the police car, the man opened the door neatly, and then jumped down lightly, with a white first-aid kit slung across his shoulders, a white casual T-shirt with a pair of striped slacks, and a pair of white Converse canvas shoes.

This kind of casual attire is somewhat incompatible with this scene. Bai Jiu's delicate face, although it is white but not blood-colored, it still can't hide the cold temperament, and the man's maroon hair is casually scattered As far as the forehead, the evening wind was blowing on the face, and the broken hair beside the sideburns had been blown away behind the ears. For some reason, it made the red lips more attractive. Is it true that the gentleman is still the same?

Several male police officers standing on both sides of the hospital came towards this side suddenly, and one of the team leaders, the captain, was already standing firmly in front of the man.

The man "Director Que" stretched out his hand first, intending to shake hands with the man opposite to show friendship, but he didn't expect that the man seemed to ignore him, and just ran straight to the outer field, stretched out his hand and opened the door. He took off the sash and ran to the side of the wounded, and saw him calmly and calmly opened the first-aid kit, holding the sterile cotton ball in his hand, quickly pulled out the stethoscope with the other hand, and inserted the two black earplugs neatly into the wound. On both sides of the pinna, while wiping the blood-stained wound with a sterile cotton ball in his hand, he stretched out his hand to call for several of his assistants, and said something to them, and then those assistants, together with the first responders, brought them up One stretcher after another, after carrying the wounded into the hospital, he took off the earplugs on both sides of the pinna and walked aside.

From beginning to end, Lei Gan not only didn't hold his hand, but it was half hanging there, and he didn't let it go, it was really embarrassing.

The man didn't shake hands with him, but just glanced at him habitually, and didn't even see his raising his hand. Probably the most embarrassing thing in life is "he looks at you, but you look at the other side".