"What I said..." The policeman's face changed, and finally he complained to Cong Rong with a bitter face, "Why does it look like a bookish person who fought against this group of people, but that group of people suffered a loss? It turns out that they are from the military... This is how to do ah?"
Cong Rong raised his hand and glanced at the time, "Take your time, I'll go out and make a phone call."
A group of doctors probably saw that Cong Rong was very familiar with the police, and they were afraid of losing money, so they started yelling again: "Comrade police, they beat people, you can't ignore them! Look at them without any injuries, look at us again." !"
The policeman paused, then turned to explain to a group of doctors: "We can't control this matter, the doctor you beat is from the military, go to the police headquarters."
After finishing speaking, he walked over and asked Wen Shaoqing with a smile: "Our director will be here in a while, do you think you can go back by yourself? Do you want me to ask a colleague to take you back? Also, can I discuss something with you, and you will come back later." The comrades-in-arms... um... When they solve the problem, don't be in front of our door, okay? The leaders above often come to check recently, we will be scolded... "
While the police were talking to Wen Shaoqing, Cong Rong stood in the corridor and called Tan Size.
"I can't make it to the afternoon meeting, so you can attend for me."
"What happened?"
Cong Rong said truthfully: "I have accepted a commission."
Tan Size became interested, "What case?"
Cong Rong hesitated for a moment before answering: "Medical disputes."
Suddenly there was a bang, and it took a long time to hear Tan Size's surprised voice, "Medical disputes? You took it? Don't you never take medical cases?"
"Well..." Cong Rong paused, "Just take this one."
Tan Size was amazed: "Seriously, who the hell is it that allows you to take medical cases?"
Cong Rong explained lightly, "He's my cousin's mentor."
Tan Size thought about it, "What about the price?"
Cong Rong replied frankly: "Oh, I forgot to tell you just now, I am providing legal assistance as a friend, free of charge."
Tan Size gritted his teeth, "Did you consider me a partner?!"
"At most, I will pay for it myself!"
"Which lawyer have you seen who paid for himself to accept the commission?"
Cong Rong knew that Tan Size would definitely hold on to money matters, so he couldn't make it clear for a while, so he interrupted him: "Okay, okay, I'm still busy, we'll meet again later Talk about it."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Tan Size's reaction.
When she went back, a group of policemen were carefully sending Wen Shaoqing and his party out.
Cong Rong looked at Wen Shaoqing and asked for his opinion: "Let's go now?"
Wen Shaoqing glanced to the side, "They are all tired after tossing for so long, let's go back first, and solve problems later."
Cong Rong thought for a while, nodded and agreed, "Then I'll go through the formalities."
The director immediately replied: "No, no, Lawyer Cong, don't bother you, just take them away."
Cong Rong couldn't help laughing, it was the first time she saw someone so anxious to let go, suddenly remembered something, pointed to the room, "Where are they?"
The director quickly replied: "Detention for fifteen days first."
Wen Shaoqing took a look into the room, "Let's forget about the family members of the patients. It's inevitable that you will be a little excited when your relatives pass away, can you?"
Cong Rong couldn't help looking at Wen Shaoqing again. She remembered an article she had read some time ago. The article said that those who are not close to Buddhism cannot be doctors, and those who are not close to immortals cannot be doctors. It is not unreasonable for Wen Shaoqing to be a doctor , at least if it were her, she would definitely not speak up for the patient's family at this point.
The director nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes."
As long as this hot potato is willing to leave, Wen Shaoqing will agree to whatever he says.
Wen Shaoqing nodded his thanks and then looked at Cong Rong, "What do you think?"
"The patient's family members are justifiable, but those doctors are making trouble..." Cong Rong turned to look at the director, "The lawyer's letter will be sent out as soon as possible."
After leaving the police station, it was already afternoon, and the weather was perfect for the occasion, gloomy and north wind blowing.
Wen Shaoqing looked at a group of students with slumped heads and smiled, "It's getting late, everyone go back to eat and rest, don't think too much, I'll talk about it at the hospital tomorrow if I have something to do."
It was also the first time for a group of students to experience this kind of thing, and they were in a complicated mood, and they surrounded Wen Shaoqing and refused to leave.
Wen Shaoqing thought for a while, "Then go to my house for dinner!"
After speaking, he looked at Cong Rong again, "Are you going too?"
Cong Rong's mood is also a bit complicated, she still can't accept that Wen Shaoqing will fight.
Thinking of this, she glanced at his injured hand, and wanted to ask him but felt that it was inconvenient in front of so many people.
She seems to be particularly concerned about his hands. For some reason, she always thinks of the cases she heard when she was having dinner with her colleagues. Which doctor in a hospital was retaliated by the patient's family, and after hurting her hand, she could no longer use a scalpel. up.
She was suddenly a little upset, and Zhong Zhen leaned forward again blindly, and carefully grabbed Cong Rong's sleeve, with a flattering expression, "Sister, let's go together? You are going home anyway."
Cong Rong glanced at him lightly, squinted his eyes and asked with a half-smile: "Have you learned how to fight?"
Zhong Zhen retorted without confidence: "It's really them who made the first move. I belong to legitimate defense!"
"Heh, do you know what self-defense is?!" Cong Rong looked him up and down displeasedly, "If you fight, you will fight, and you still lose your lottery. Are you ashamed?"
Zhong Zhen was not convinced, "Teacher Wen also failed..."
Cong Rong couldn't hold back, and glanced at his hand again, and then asked the question he wanted to ask the moment he entered the door: "Is your hand okay?"
Wen Shaoqing originally wanted to answer that it was all right, but there were more blood vessels in this part, and the amount of bleeding was larger, so it looked a little scary, but when she saw the tension in Cong Rong's eyes, she stopped when she reached the edge of her mouth, and lowered her eyes Looking at his hands, he pretended to be worried and said nonsense: "Well, I'm afraid it's a little serious..."
Cong Rong really believed it, took two steps closer, and took his hand to examine it carefully. In fact, she couldn't see anything through the gauze, but she was worried, and couldn't help but look, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Shaoqing was happy to be taken advantage of by her, and immediately nodded, "It hurts."
Cong Rong's heart tightened, and he held Wen Shaoqing's hand and looked more seriously, still muttering: "This is so close to the hospital, do you want to go and have a look? Is there any bone injury? You move and I'll see, so Why is it still bleeding for a long time..."
She put all her heart into Wen Shaoqing's hands and didn't think much about it, so she didn't realize that Wen Shaoqing might lie to her. Firstly, the wound looked very scary; secondly, she didn't know enough about Wen Shaoqing's black belly; thirdly, she was more rational than interesting, so she didn't think it would be of any benefit for Wen Shaoqing to deceive her with this.
A group of students stared at the slowly entangled hands of the two with their big eyes open, and ambiguous smiles gradually appeared on their faces. When Cong Rong realized that the atmosphere was not right, he suddenly let go of Wen Shaoqing's hand, but unexpectedly His hand moved first, grasped her fingertips, and slowly let go of her when he saw that she was about to become angry again.
A group of students watched a play intently. Cong Rong looked at Wen Shaoqing, secretly annoyed at his recklessness, there are a group of doctors here! Besides, he is a doctor himself! They are also here to check the wound! What does she check? !
The sky gradually darkened, the temperature also dropped, and a gust of cold wind blew by. Cong Rong tightened his collar and found that Wen Shaoqing was not wearing a coat, but only a thin shirt standing in the wind. The student was still shivering in his tight down jacket, but the man stood there with a relaxed expression, as if he didn't feel cold at all.
Cong Rong asked, "Where are your clothes?"
Wen Shaoqing was still in the mood to joke with her, and leisurely stretched out two fingers to pinch the shirt on his body, "I'm not wearing it."
Cong Rong couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "I mean the coat, aren't you cold?"
Wen Shaoqing put his hands in his pants and looked at her leisurely, "If I say cold, you want to wear your clothes for me?"
Cong Rong didn't speak, but turned to stare at Zhong Zhen.
Zhong Zhen was surprised at first, but after realizing it, he asked with a bitter face: "Cousin, do you want me to take it off for my boss to wear?"
Cong Rong took it for granted, "Is there any problem?"
Zhong Zhen grabbed his collar tightly, "My boss can't wear my down jacket, it's too small..."
Cong Rong stretched out his hand to him, "Something is better than nothing, take it off."
Zhong Zhen would rather die than live, and said weakly: "Cousin, I'm cold too..."
Cong Rong glared at him, "The young man is full of vigor, why are you afraid of the cold?"
Wen Shaoqing, who was standing on the sidelines watching the play, suddenly froze the smile on the corner of his mouth when he heard this, looked at Cong Rong and asked, "Are you saying... I am old?"
Cong Rong rationally chose not to get entangled with Zhong Zhen anymore, and didn't make any excuses, turned around and walked in the direction of parking, "Get in the car first, it's warm in the car."