Zhuang Yi punched out, and Xun Yuming knew it was over. Openly beating people under the camera is simply suicide by public opinion. Immediately, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and the flashing lights "clicked" and "clicked", shaking people's eyes.
Xun Yuming opened the car door and wanted to go down to mediate, but just as his left hand was on the frame of the car, the male reporter who was beaten suddenly got up and pushed the door. Zhuang Yi's car had a door-closing assist function, and the man used so much force that the door swung with a "bang", squeezing Xun Yuming's five fingers forcibly.
"Ah!" Xun Yuming's facial features were wrinkled immediately, beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and his left hand was immediately swollen.
"Obviously!" Zhuang Yi's heart suddenly missed a beat, and in the blink of an eye, it was too late to save him. He hurriedly opened the door, raised Xun Yuming's left hand and asked, "How is it? Can you still move?"
"No..." Xun Yuming's five hand bones were sore and numb from the pain. When he first squeezed, it was just a short bumping pain, and then the pain from the hand injury came up wave after wave.
He wanted to say that there was no fracture, but then he thought again: Zhuang Yi has already beaten someone, if the other party pursues it, even if the other party is not fully responsible, the public opinion will not be good, he might as well exaggerate his own words, which can force both parties to take a step back.
"It hurts...it seems...it seems to be broken." When he lied, he felt guilty, and he stammered and couldn't speak clearly.
How did Zhuang Yi know about his little Jiujiu, when he heard him crying out for pain, he didn't even care about the beating reporter, rushed into the driver's cab and drove towards the outpatient building. The dozens of legs of the onlooker reporter couldn't run with his four wheels. They chased after him for two steps, but finally failed to catch up.
He parked the car on the tiled floor in front of the building, got out of the car, opened the door, hugged the person, all in one go, and ran towards the emergency room with big strides. Xun Yuming struggled and jumped off the ground, and said while walking: "I hurt my hand, not my foot, let them see it and talk nonsense."
"Don't be afraid, I'll talk about it when I free my hand." Zhuang Yi knew that his heart might be fried at the moment, but he pretended to be relaxed because he was afraid that he would get angry again, and he could only try his best to comfort him: "Trust me, I'll take care of it."
"I know." Xun Yuming nodded, and walked to the emergency room. It happened that the person sitting there was Dr. Qian who had seen the doctor when he sprained his ankle last time.
When he saw Xun Yuming enter the door, a turmoil quickly appeared on his expressionless face, and the look of surprise disappeared in a flash, but he couldn't escape Zhuang Yi's eyes.
"What's the matter, Doctor Qian?"
"No... nothing."
Dr. Qian was in his fifties, his thin hair was combed into three to seven parts, with some silver strands in the black. He smiled, looked at Xun Yuming and said, "I didn't expect Dr. Xun to come here at this time. I thought you all went home a long time ago."
"I wanted to leave, but those reporters blocked the door and pinched their hands." Xun Yuming smiled wryly, and sat down to show him his swollen left hand like a steamed bun.
When Dr. Qian saw it, he yelled "Ouch" repeatedly: "How did this happen? You don't spare yourself too much. If I had your hands, I wish I could confess!"
"You are a master in orthopedics, and your hands are quite valuable."
Dr. Qian liked compliments the most, he laughed out loud when he heard this, he asked Zhuang Yi to register first, and then ordered Xun Yuming to make a film. The two of them went to the radiology department through the corridor as usual. An urgent X-ray was taken, and the results came out quickly. There was no fracture, but there was a little crack in the second joint of the little finger, which was not serious.
"This is the second time the bone has been broken." Dr. Qian stretched out two fingers and gestured with a "two", "I'll remember it for you, let's see how many more times you can come."
"Stop mocking me." Xun Yuming bandaged his hands, said goodbye to Zhuang Yi, and prepared to drive to the door.
Dr. Qian stopped him and said, "You two go to the back." He opened the curtain and looked outside, "Look, everyone is waiting there. Didn't you guys watch the news? Dare to come to the hospital."
"What news?" Zhuang Yi took out his mobile phone, opened the webpage, and the hot search words were displayed on the upper right corner, and the third one was Xun Yuming's name.
Afraid that Xun Yuming would get angry when he saw it, he put away his phone and thanked Dr. Qian, and dragged Xun Yuming to the West Corridor.
Xiwan Hospital is located in the city center where land is at a premium. It occupies a large area, which is not large compared to the demand for medical resources. Especially there are historical and cultural buildings around, so there is no land for expansion. Therefore, each building is built extraordinarily high, and there are several air corridors connecting each other.
From the west corridor on the seventh floor of the outpatient building, it happens to be the administrative building. There are usually no people here, and it is the quietest. Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would be blocked again when he went out, so he simply didn't drive, and let the reporters wait outside, and they quietly took a taxi from the back door.
The elevator slowly ascended to the seventh floor, and the iron door opened, and inside happened to be Lao Chen who had just come to work. His face was gloomy and misty, when he saw Xun Yuming, his two long eyebrows frowned immediately: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I..." Xun Yuming hasn't answered yet.
Old Chen discovered his hand injury again: "What about the hand?"
"The car door is crowded." Zhuang Yi went in and asked, "I remember that two cameras were newly installed on the street lights of the hospital, please ask someone to make a copy of the video for me."
"I'll ask the security department to give it to you later." Old Chen Wei nodded, and said again: "You two came just in time, I have something to say, come to the office with me."
Xun Yuming and Zhuang Yi looked at each other, probably guessing what he wanted to talk about, and went to the dean's office together with him. As soon as he entered the door, Lao Chen took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and cursed first: "Are you stupid? Hit the reporter in front of the camera!"
"They are also worthy of being called reporters?" Zhuang Yi rolled his eyes and snorted unrulyly, "Have they ever restored the truth of the matter? Have they spoken out for the people? Have they advocated supervision by public opinion? What they say is false The news, taken out of context, fanned the flames!"
"Okay!" Old Chen raised his head in anger, crossed his hips, covered his bare hairline, and got angry at him: "Little words are still a set, is it useful to hit someone? Huh? Thirty years old Such an impulsive person! Now it’s all right, even if you are full of mouth, you can’t speak clearly.”
Xun Yuming stood silently at the door to be scolded, hesitant, and asked tentatively, "How about I apologize to that person?"
"Don't go!" Zhuang Yi turned his head and glared at him, "If you dare to go, I'll..."
He paused, really didn't know what he could do with Xun Yuming, even if he had something wrong with him, how could he be ruthless.
"Then what shall we do?"
"I have a solution, don't worry about it." Zhuang Yi was not impulsive. He saw the reporter pull the car door just now, and heard the helpless and terrified "brother". He really couldn't hold back his blood, but he punched out, and his heart Countermeasures have been planned.
Lao Chen waved his hand and said, "Leave that alone, how is Xue Jiayan?"
The current rumors are all false and there is no actual evidence, but if Xue Jiayan can't wake up, the nature of the matter will change. Although the success or failure of the experiment is commonplace, it is bound to become the handle of public opinion on this cusp.
"He hasn't woken up yet." Xun Yuming was both worried and frustrated, "He had an intracranial infection last night, luckily it was discovered in time."
"You..." Lao Chen looked at him, his expression seemed a bit embarrassed, "Lao Hou called me this morning and said that he heard that someone reported your experiment. He said that your research had major flaws, which led to the patient's death." Intracranial infection."
Zhuang Yi remembered the reporter's question just now, frowned and asked: "Even you only heard about it this morning, and Xue Jiayan was rescued last night. How did those reporters outside come here so fast? This report is too timely!"
"I still don't know who leaked the news. If you look at the news on the Internet, it's really ugly." Lao Chen sighed, and said to Xun Yuming: "Before I came, I discussed with Lao Hou and the others and decided I'd better tell you to go back and go on vacation."
"No!" Xun Yuming blurted out, "Xue Jiayan is still awake, my research is at the most critical time, how can I go away?"
"Don't worry." Zhuang Yi roughly guessed what Old Chen meant, and comforted him: "You can still go to the laboratory when you are on vacation, and you can also go to see Xue Jiayan, because they belong to your research, not to the hospital."
"That's right." Old Chen nodded and said, "If you're not 'forced to take a vacation', the Medical Affairs Office will definitely suspend you and investigate your research in the next step. It won't sound good to say it at that time."
In fact, the so-called "administrative leave" is just a disguised name for "suspension for investigation". It is completely different from letting him go home to avoid the limelight last time. It's just better to report on vacation than to be suspended.
Xun Yuming's throat rolled, and the tears that had been squeezed out of his hands just now poured into his eyes, wanting to let go, feeling extremely aggrieved, "Then when will the investigation be finished?"
"Don't worry about this." Lao Chen promised, "The person in charge of the department lives downstairs from me. I went to his house in the morning to say hello. The investigation is the investigation, and I will let you continue the research in private, and the progress cannot be delayed. The higher-ups also hope that you can win glory for the country again. This matter, as long as you are right, you will definitely be protected. You can go back with peace of mind and take the opportunity to rest. Didn’t you say you are going to England?"
Xun Yuming remained silent, Zhuang Yi put his arms around his shoulders, nodded at Lao Chen, and led him out, "I already have a solution, let's go home first, and I will tell you slowly."
"You said..." Xun Yuming didn't answer his words, lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his face and asked him: "Am I really wrong?"
Why did Xue Jiayan have an intracranial infection
Why did the whistleblower decide that his research had major flaws
Is he really wrong
Perhaps he was too confident that he didn't realize the mistakes he made. During this period of time, his research went so smoothly, and the progress even exceeded his expectations. Was he so happy that he didn't notice the flaws in the research
"I don't know." Zhuang Yi shook his head, "Maybe, maybe not. I have no way of knowing whether that person framed it or not. But no matter whether the research is flawed or not, what you have to do is to find ways to improve it, not blame yourself. do you understand?"
"I want to go to the laboratory." Xun Yuming said, "I want to visit again."
Zhuang Yi pressed the first floor, but did not agree: "Ask Cen Ji to send you the data, let's go home first, there are other things to deal with."
He still took Xun Yuming to walk through the fire door that he had walked through in the morning, walked through the small garden hidden by tree branches, and walked out of the hospital directly from behind the burnt consultation room. They took a taxi back home, and there were already three people waiting in the living room.
One is Wang Kunlun, Xun Yuming had already guessed that Zhuang Yi would look for him;
"This is Wang Rui." Qiao Ran introduced to Xun Yuming familiarly, "My agent. Sister Rui is well-known in the public relations industry. Many big stars always beg her when they encounter a crisis. How about it, am I interesting enough? "
Xun Yuming stretched out his hand and shook Wang Rui's hand, "Hello." As he spoke, he glanced at Zhuang Yi.
"You go into the house and see grandpa." Zhuang Yi patted him on the shoulder, probably because he didn't want him to be here listening to get angry.
Xun Yuming refused: "I have to listen to my business."
"He should listen. We need to find a doctor to cooperate." Wang Rui agreed.
But Zhuang Yi said: "Grandpa fell ill just now, I want to see you now, it's not too late to come out later."
In the morning, Xiao Yang sent him a text message, saying that his grandfather was not well, but he never dared to tell Xun Yuming.
"When did it happen?" Xun Yuming was really in a hurry, and he didn't have time to change his shoes, so he ran into the bedroom in two or three steps.
Zhuang Yi sighed, and said to Wang Rui: "I probably know who made the whistleblower. I have evidence in hand, but I can't send it out for a while."
"What?" Wang Kunlun raised his eyebrows, "You already know who it is?"
Zhuang Yi gave a "hmm" and said, "Eight or nine is not far from ten."
The author has something to say: Zhuang Yi has his own way, don't worry everyone, Mingming's research will be successful.
I have a terrible headache today, and I can't hold on anymore. This chapter should be shorter.
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