Qiao Nian followed him closely: "Mihir, keep an eye on these people and don't let them escape."
"Ah, okay." Mihir quickly calmed down from his anxiety and began to take out his mobile phone and take pictures of the faces of the people making trouble.
At the same time, he threatened: "I have photographed all of you. Don't even think about running away. You can't run away. A monk who can run can't escape from the temple."
In just a few breaths.
The scene has reversed.
After the troublemakers were slapped in the face and photographed by him, they all felt guilty and honest. Just before Ye Wangchuan took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the police, people from the hospital finally came over in a hurry.
Because Zhong Yiliu knew the dean, he agreed not to call the police under the dean's persuasion. The dean led the group to the mediation room.
The hospital mediation room is very spacious, with complete tables and chairs, and is more like a conference room.
However, as soon as the troublemakers who were brought in came in, they relapsed into their old ways and tried to pester Zhong Yiyi to explain.
"My father..."
As soon as the man opened his mouth, he heard the sound of heavy objects falling on the table behind him.
He turned around and saw that the woman who had just pulled him away was sitting on the table at some point, with a pistol next to her.
The dark and cold barrel of the gun was like a silent threat, enough to silence the mediation room again.
As if she didn't know, she raised her eyelids, glanced around with cold eyes, and said slowly: "Don't you want to mediate? Haven't you started yet?"
The dean broke into a cold sweat when she glanced at her, and stood up to act as a go-between. He first asked the troublemakers headed by the bearded man why they came to the hospital to cause trouble, and why they were looking for Zhong Yiyi...
Then he pulled the person aside and asked Zhong Yiyi a few questions.
The two returned to the room again. Zhong Yiliu was obviously worried, his expression was gloomy, his expression was serious and silent.
Qiao Nian saw that he was shocked, so she went over and lowered her voice and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhong Yiliu raised his head to look at her, with tangled eyes and hesitant words, but he shook his head: "It's okay." His series of reactions didn't sound like it was okay, but rather, it seemed like it was really happening.
Qiao Nian has never been one to report good news but not bad news.
"Tell me, what's going on? There's no need for you to hide our relationship from me." Qiao Nian raised her chin and looked in the direction of Ye Wangchuan: "Three cobblers are equal to Zhuge Liang."
Ye, the cobbler, was called upon as soon as he came in after making a call. He looked into her eyes helplessly, and admitted his defeat fondly. He walked over to Zhong Yiyi and said, "Qiao Nian is not the kind of person you think. You can tell her directly.”
When the girl heard this, she raised her eyebrows and cast a look, as if to say, "Do you know what's going on?"
Ye Wangchuan avoided her questioning eyes and lowered his hands to wait for Zhong Yiyi's decision.
After struggling for a while, Zhong Yiliu finally made up his mind, raised his eyes and looked at her solemnly and said, "Your relatives came to see me a year ago."
"???"
Qiao Nian seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand a word.
"My relatives?"
She thought it was someone like Shen Jingyan again, her eyes were slightly cold: "Who?"
Zhong Yiliu hesitated, then said with deep eyes, "Your uncle."
Qiao Nian felt as if he had been slapped with a sap.
After hearing Zhong Yiyi's consideration, he replied affirmatively: "Your country Z's name is...Second Uncle."
Jiang Zongnan.
The name and the person represented by the name came to Qiao Nian's mind. She pursed her lips and her throat became dry and hoarse: "What does he want from you?"
Zhong Yiliu observed her expression and hesitantly said slowly: "His wife has a nephew who wants to join the Pharmacy Association, and he asked me for help." (End of Chapter)