"Dean Joule, we should have a good talk! What do you think?" Zhang Feng said coldly, but his tone did not have a discussion tone at all.
It was naturally impossible for Joule to refuse, even if he wanted to, it was impossible. After all, his life was still in the hands of the other party. It would be easy to squeeze him to death.
Following Joule into the dean's office, the secretary at the door of the office diligently poured a glass of water for Zhang Feng and the other two members of the Bai Wuchang special team.
There was no need for Zhang Feng to speak. The two Bai Wuchang special forces members knew exactly what to do. They stared at the secretary coldly, one on the left and the other on the right.
The secretary's heart felt numb as she was being stared at. What did these two people do? They looked at each other with such cold eyes.
Swallowing, looking at Joule sitting on the chair, he walked out of the office.
The two special operations team members came out, one on the left and one on the right, standing at the door of the office, like two door gods.
Although Zhang Feng was sitting in the guest's seat, he was very calm. On the other hand, Joule was sitting on his leather swivel chair, but he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he didn't even know how to position his buttocks.
At this time, Zhang Feng sneered twice and said: "Dean Joule, relax, at least your life is still in your own hands now, of course, provided that my brother in the emergency room can get off the operating table alive. If not... Huh, no need for me to tell you, Dean Joule, you should understand the result yourself."
Joule's heart was pounding, and although he was sitting, he was still trembling with fear. The cold sweat on his face was dripping down, and he kept wiping it with his sleeves.
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, he could only tremble and say: "We will do our best to treat him, we will do our best to treat him!"
"No! It's not about treating him with all our strength, but we must revive him!" Zhang Feng's tone was firm, with a tone that could not be refused! It’s not an all-out effort, it’s a necessity!
What else could Joule say, he could only keep nodding, and in his heart he prayed to all the gods he could think of, whether they were from the East or the West.
He didn't think that the other party was threatening him. He had already felt the feeling of being infinitely close to death in Zhang Feng's hands, and he didn't want to feel it again until he died.
Zhang Feng had a lot of plans in his heart, but he didn't say them out, because if Goshawk hadn't gotten off the operating table, he would have killed Joule, because Goshawk's capture was inextricably linked to him. If not He concealed important information and did not confess, so Goshawk would not fall into Pedro's hands.
Only if the goshawk survives, which means Joule survives, will it be possible to continue talking to Joule.
As time passed, the gigolo guarding the door of the emergency room sat on a chair, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.
Of course, Zhang Feng, who was sitting opposite Joule, didn't look much better.
Joule's Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed hard, and muttered: "There is still hope. As long as the rescue is not terminated, it means there are still vital signs."
"Yeah. It's best like this!" Zhang Feng replied coldly.
Joule also shut his mouth honestly. He no longer held any hope in his heart because he understood one thing, that is, his life was completely tied to the wounded in the rescue room.
One hour, two hours... three and a half hours!
The lights in the emergency room finally went out, and the intercom phone in Joule's office suddenly rang.
Zhang Feng's body also leaned forward slightly, and his eyes signaled Joule to answer the phone. The latter picked up the phone with trembling hands.
As long as he picked up the phone, he could get the result of the rescue. How could Joule not be nervous? It was as if he was waiting for the verdict in court. The death penalty or release in court was read out on the phone.
"Dean, the patient's vital signs are stable, but he still needs to be observed."
call!
Joule took a big breath, and his body almost collapsed on the chair.
"Hello, Dean? Hello!"
Only then did Joule react and said quickly into the phone: "Send it to the intensive care unit immediately. Send two... or three nurses to keep an eye on it 24 hours a day. The doctor on duty is on call at any time!"
"Okay, Dean!"
After hanging up the phone, Joule finally had the courage to raise his head and look at Zhang Feng, with an eager look in his eyes, obviously wanting to hear those words from Zhang Feng's mouth.
Zhang Feng did not disappoint him and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Dean Joule, you have won yourself the opportunity to continue living!"
"Since you can continue to live, then we have a lot of things to talk about. I wonder if Dean Joule has realized one thing, that is, you have actually been given up by Pedro."
When he mentioned Pedro, Joule's eyes flashed with resentment. He had been cooperating with Pedro for a long time. After he was caught, Pedro only verbally expressed that he would save him, but he backhandedly saved him in the hospital. All the drugs in the house were moved away, and he made it clear that he would draw clear boundaries with himself.
"I know!"
After Goshawk was rescued, Zhang Feng's face became much more relaxed, and he continued: "As long as you understand this! Then let me analyze it for you. If Pedro knew that you were still alive, what would you think? What will he do? I don’t think he will let you go. After all, you know many of his secrets. Only by killing you will these secrets disappear, right? "
Joule nodded again. He and Pedro have cooperated for more than five years. During these five years, not only did Pedro repeatedly store drugs in the hospital's warehouse, but he also used the hospital's opportunity to purchase medical equipment and drugs to launder money. .
If all these things were exposed, it would be enough for Pedro to drink a pot, so if Pedro knew that he was not dead, he would definitely kill him by then. There is no doubt about this, and Joule knew it very well.
"Very good, at least from now on it seems that Dean Joule is not a confused person, and I like to deal with smart people." Zhang Feng said.
Joule was a little confused. The person in front of him actually said he wanted to cooperate with him
Subconsciously asked: "What can we cooperate with?" After saying that, he added in his heart, "As long as you don't kill me, it will be done. Why do we need to cooperate?"
Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Dean Joule, we have many places where we can cooperate. Of course, I am not talking about cooperation like you and Pedro. I am involved in everything, but there is only one thing I will never touch." Yes, that’s drugs!”
The more he said this, the more confused Joule became. What else could he do to cooperate
Zhang Feng did not let him continue to be curious and said directly: "I wonder, is President Joule interested in transforming this private hospital into a hospital only for internal staff?"