The elevator stopped at the eighteenth floor and went straight to the dean's office.
His bodyguard slapped the dean's desk with the property inheritance certificate and shouted wildly and arrogantly: "See clearly, this hospital now belongs to our Mr. Lu. You have to do whatever Mr. Lu asks you to do."
The old dean was in his sixties and his surname was Jian En. He was the old man's former savior.
No one has ever dared to speak to him like this, even if Mr. Huo was still alive, he would not yell at him like this.
Dean Jian adjusted his glasses and glanced at the document on the table, then continued to flip through the medical records in his hand, not paying attention to this group of people.
"You old man, where am I talking to you?"
The bodyguard suddenly grabbed Dean Jian's white coat and was about to punch him down, but was stopped by Lu Zhinian's roar.
"What are you doing? Do you think we are hooligans? You must respect Dean Jian."
Lu Zhinian pretended to smile.
The bodyguard immediately smiled, loosened Dean Jian's clothes and helped him smooth them.
Dean Jian didn't want to be fooled by others, so he swatted away the bodyguard's hand and glared at Lu Zhinian: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Lu Zhinian raised his lips and glanced at Dean Jian with a half-smile, and asked in a calm and cold tone: "What don't I want to do? I just want to see Huo Yunchen and tell me what disease he has?"
Dean Jian took a deep look at Lu Zhinian and understood the purpose of this person's visit.
People used to say that Lu Zhinian was a humble gentleman and a filial son who valued love and justice, but when he saw the real person, he realized that he couldn't believe everything he said on TV.
This man is clearly a scheming, cold-blooded, and ruthless despicable person who kills everyone.
With this thought in mind, Lu Zhinian responded with a sneer.
"Mr. Lu, is Mr. Huo sick? Why didn't I know? I only know that his bodyguard Liu Mo is sick. Do you want me to take you to see him?"
"Liu Mo?"
Lu Zhinian sneered and said nothing, but made a gesture of invitation, indicating that he would lead the way.
Before Dean Jian entered the elevator, he winked at the nurse at the door.
The nurse nodded, turned around and made a call to the 30th floor.
It turned out that Huo Yunchen used the identity of Liu Mo when he was admitted to the hospital to hide his identity from others. Only the dean knew about this.
Therefore, Liu Mo could only pretend to be a patient and lie on Huo Yunchen's bed.
There was a secret door in the ward that led into the consultation room. Liu Mo deliberately placed the sofa in front of the secret door to block the view.
When Lu Zhinian entered the ward, there was a nurse giving Liu Mo an injection.
Each of them wore a mask, and even Dean Jian deliberately put on a mask when he entered.
Lu Zhinian found out that they were wearing masks, but he just came in, and he quickly left in a panic.
"Dean Jian, what disease is contagious? Why do you need to wear a mask?"
"Influenza virus cold is highly contagious. But Mr. Lu is in good health and has strong resistance, so he should be fine."
Dean Jian said this deliberately.
But Lu Zhinian's face was extremely dark, and he yelled: "Bring a mask."
Dean Jian signaled the nurse to hand him a mask. The bodyguards covered their noses and mouths and hid away. No one dared to step into the ward.
Lu Zhinian could only go in alone. He still refused to believe that the person lying on the bed was Liu Mo.
He had to see it with his own eyes or he wouldn't believe it.
As soon as he got close to Liu Mo, he turned over and suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu Zhinian's hand.
The red face was so frightened that Lu Zhinian struggled to break away from his hand and took several steps back.
Liu Mo smiled weakly at him and said weakly: "Mr. Lu, I heard that you came to see me specially. Thank you."
Lu Zhinian glared at him fiercely, retreated eagerly to distance himself from him, and accidentally touched the sofa by the wall.
Being sensitive, he immediately discovered that there was something wrong with the wall behind the sand milk and the sound was wrong.
There is definitely something fishy behind this wall.
He raised his hand and was about to knock on the wall when Liu Zhen broke in.
"Mr. Lu, regarding the shooting of Zhong Boyuan and the bodyguards of the Huo Group, please come back with me to assist in the investigation."
After hearing Liu Zhen's words, Lu Zhinian subconsciously retracted his hand.
His face instantly darkened, and he turned to look at Liu Zhen, but he asked with disdain, "Are you a policeman?"
"Yes, I am the police officer in charge of this case."
As Liu Zhen spoke, he took out his police officer ID and showed it to Lu Zhinian.
Lu Zhinian glanced disdainfully and walked out of the ward.
As he walked, he took the wet tissue handed by the bodyguard and wiped his hands, and said in a low and slow tone:
"You want me to go back with you? Do you know who I am now? Are you going to take me back to the police station for investigation? What will those gossip reporters write about me if they find out? My every move now determines the fate of the entire Far East Group stock market. Lifeline, can you bear the responsibility of losing tens of billions at every turn?"
Liu Zhen lowered his head and said nothing, but kept following closely.
His real purpose was not to take him back. He did not have enough evidence to take him back. What he wanted to do was to help Huo Yunchen hide the truth.
"Mr. Lu, it is the responsibility of every citizen to cooperate with the police in handling cases. Please cooperate."
Liu Zhen followed closely behind and escorted him downstairs, deliberately testing his reaction.
Lu Zhinian avoided him like a god of plague, ignored him at all, and quickly got into his car.
Every cell in his body was resisting the idea of going to the police station. The cold and handsome face turned from calm at first to cold, then anxious.
A guilty conscience, that's probably it.
"Mr. Lu, please cooperate. I have some information that you need to verify personally."
When Liu Zhen saw Lu Zhinian getting into the car, he deliberately chased after him and pressed closer step by step.
Lu Zhinian didn't even look at Liu Zhen and directly ordered the driver: "Drive."
Liu Zhen watched Lu Zhinian's car drive away with a cold smile on his lips.
Then he returned to his car. Before starting the car, he deliberately looked up at the 30th floor of Enze Hospital, which towered into the clouds.
I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
After Lu Zhinian left, Huo Yunchen came out of the consultation room.
Seeing Liu Mo lying on his hospital bed before he could leave, his expression suddenly became serious and he frowned.
His tone was as low as rolling thunder: "Who asked you to lie on this bed?"
Liu Mo was so frightened that he fell out of bed and apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, I was so anxious just now. I'll have someone change your bedding for you right away."
Liu Mo thought he was angry because he had dirty his bed, but that was not what Huo Yunchen cared about.
He glared at Liu Mo and shouted in a low voice:
"Are you desperate for your life? Don't you know what I am like if others don't know it?"
Knowing that her husband was concerned about his safety, Liu Mo felt moved and quickly comforted him: "Sir, don't worry about me. Didn't the doctor say that? This virus is spread through blood and saliva, and I will be fine."
As he spoke, he patted his strong chest muscles and looked at Huo Yunchen with a silly smile.
(End of chapter)