Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 52

Cheng Ji and Lao Geng met their nephew in a small private hospital in a certain urban village in Hongcheng.

This is a bit strange, the scale of the hospital is not even as large as Changkang Community Hospital, it looks like a clinic, and it may not have all the qualifications to practice medicine.

When they entered the clinic, the small and cold outpatient clinic was eerily quiet, and the banners of "Rejuvenation of Hands" were hung all over the wall, like performance art, and working with only one heater was better than having no place to work.

However, the room is not what it looks like. Entering from the outpatient clinic, you can turn nine twists and turns to the backyard ward. The medical equipment inside is amazingly complete, blinding the eyes. If it weren’t for the limited area, even an MRI machine worth tens of millions of yuan could be equipped. superior!

The nephew was isolated in a small space by a glass door, lying among many instruments, with a drip on the back of his hand, his eyes closed, his face flushed with fever, his head wrapped in a thick gauze, and on the bedside table was a glass of never-before-seen moving water.

Cheng Ji observed him, and saw that he was about 24 or [-] years old, and he was a sporty handsome guy commonly seen on campus or in the workplace. Unfortunately, after this ordeal, his originally tall body was almost trapped in the bedding, lifeless.Moreover, the bridge of the nose and craniofacial area were fractured, and they were so swollen that they could no longer see their true colors.

"Xiaojun! Xiaojun!" Lao Geng gently changed his nephew's voice twice through the glass. Before the other party woke up, Lao Geng's tears flowed down.

Cheng Ji thought: Where is the doctor?He was about to go out to look for it when he bumped into someone.

The man was in his thirties, with nondescript hairstyle and wearing a white coat. He was obviously the person in charge of the clinic.

"Are you a doctor?" Cheng Ji asked.

"Who are you?" The man asked back alertly.

Cheng Ji pointed to the patient on the bed and said, "We are Chen Guangjun's uncle and... cousin."

The doctor said: "Don't make a mistake, the patient's name is Chen Jie."

Lao Geng observed his nephew's arm, saw a scar on it, and said, "That's right, this is my nephew Chen Guangjun! This scar was left when he was poked by a steel bar when he was young, and I was still there!"

Cheng Ji pushed him and said in a low voice, "He may have changed his name when he came out to look for a job, so don't talk too much."

"Oh." Old Geng said, "Doctor, anyway, I'm really his uncle. I swore to his father, and we came from Huangcun."

The doctor believed it. As far as he knew, the patient was from Huangcun, and sister Yu, who was also from Huangcun, had been in and out of the clinic several times.

"What happened to him?" Cheng Ji asked.

The doctor hesitated, and suddenly asked: "Brother Zhou, does he know you are here?"

"Brother Zhou? Who?"

The doctor said, wait for Brother Zhou, he said he was coming, and he called me 10 minutes ago.

Speaking of Cao Cao, when Cao Cao arrived, before he finished speaking, someone opened the cotton curtain of the ward and came in. Cheng Ji looked up and was stunned. He knew that person—Zhou Zhiwen, the manager and old bustard of Shuiyue Villa!

Manager Zhou seemed even more surprised than him, and shouted, "My God! Why are you here?"

Cheng Ji said that I am a relative of the patient, why are you here?

Manager Zhou said: "Oh, your family is really full of disasters. Why did you catch up with everything? Chen Jie is my subordinate. I'll come and see him!"

Cheng Ji turned around and asked Lao Geng: "Your nephew works in Shuiyue Villa?"

Lao Geng said: "I don't know too well, I just heard that I worked as a security guard in a nightclub. Do you know each other?"

"It's not called a nightclub, it's called a club." Manager Zhou said, "It sounds more reserved."

"What happened to him? Who beat him?" Cheng Ji asked.

Manager Zhou and the doctor exchanged glances, then looked at Lao Geng, and felt that he was not a good person, so he said, "Cheng Cheng, let's go out and talk."

Old Geng asked, "What are you hiding from me?"

Manager Zhou said: "Uncle, it is said that caring will cause chaos. I am afraid to tell you directly that you can't accept it. Cheng Ji used to work under me, and I admire him very much, so I will tell him first, and then pass on to him. Can you do it?"

Old Geng originally wanted to say no, but the two of them opened the curtain and went out without waiting for his answer, so he had to call behind him: "Son, have you ever been a security guard?"

Manager Zhou took Cheng Ji to the outside patio and threw him a cigarette.

There was a bit of cold wind on Chengji road and he didn't want to smoke. Manager Zhou said: "Shut up, because the story I'm going to tell when I come down is not good."

After lighting the cigarettes, Manager Zhou lent him the fire, and asked, "How is your mother?"

Cheng Ji smiled wryly: "Very good, there is a long private room in the funeral parlor in the western suburbs."

"My condolences." Manager Zhou pointed at the ward with a cigarette butt and asked, "Where did you get your father? I remember when you interviewed you, you seemed to say that your father died a long time ago."

"Godfather." Cheng Ji said, "'Actually, he is the boss of the place where I work. He has no children and no daughters, so he hired a godson to play with. He looks a bit arrogant, but he is actually kind."

Manager Zhou nodded.

Cheng Ji asked, "Chen Guangjun...what happened to Chen Jie?"

Manager Zhou said, "Let's call him Chen Guangjun. Your family members can speak easily. To tell you the truth, I don't know."

"what?"

Manager Zhou said, "All I know is that he was severely beaten. When I found him, he was still alive, and..."

"And what?" Cheng Ji asked.

Manager Zhou frowned: "I'm not sure, it's just that I have a feeling...and the other party wanted to beat him to death, but his physical fitness is better, so he took his life."

"why would you say so?"

"Because I found his place is an old warehouse, surrounded by wind. What's the weather like now? It's snowing several degrees below zero, enough to freeze to death, and he was stripped naked and thrown in the corner. Blanket, otherwise it would really freeze into a blood popsicle, and there would be no chance of rescue.”

Cheng Ji asked, "Who has such a great hatred for him?"

Manager Zhou shook his head: "I also find it strange that he is really the most common kind of security guard in Shuiyue Mountain Villa. Most of the time, he only hangs around in bars and other outfields, and he doesn't even enter the private rooms in the infield. A salary of 4000 yuan. If I hadn’t saved him, I wouldn’t even know his name!”

"Will he offend anyone?"

"Let's start from the beginning. It's just that you help me think about it. Your brain is easy to use." Manager Zhou lowered his head and knocked on the cigarette ash. When he raised his head again, he looked older and helpless than his actual age.

"That day—the first day you came to work—you disappeared halfway, and Qi Shao's people went to the monitoring room to track it down for a while, so what happened between you and him?"

"...a small matter." Cheng Ji didn't understand why he suddenly asked these questions, and didn't want to talk about it.

Manager Zhou didn't ask further, because the focus of his conversation was not here: "Then do you still remember that when I took you out of private room 388 of Master Qi, did you meet a bar waiter? I didn't let you meddle in other people's business, You're still mad at me."

"Remember." Cheng nodded a little, all his encounters started from this meeting.

Manager Zhou asked again: "Do you still remember the conversation I had with that bartender?"

"Remember a little."

Manager Zhou said: "I asked him, 'Why are you here, who asked you to come?' He said, 'I'm a newcomer, Brother Mao asked me to deliver wine.' This Brother Mao is Mao Xiaowei, the manager of the bar. Mao Xiaowei I brought him into the industry at the beginning, and I treated him well, but he is not an honest person, so I have not paid much attention to him in recent years."

Cheng Ji waited for his next words.

"Chen Guangjun went to work normally last night. At ten o'clock and eleven o'clock at night when there were the most customers, he patrolled near the bar. Mao Xiaowei made friends with him and dismissed a colleague next to him. Then Chen Guangjun just disappeared."

"Gone?"

Manager Zhou nodded: "Yes, I should have been kidnapped. I was in charge of the operation of most of the clubhouse, so I didn't notice that there was a small security guard. Until I got off work at 02:30 in the morning and came home at 03:30 Zhong was about to go to bed when he suddenly received a call...By the way, do you still remember that when I took you into private room 388 of Shao Qi, besides Shao Qi there was another guy with a clear face and a slippery tongue? I call him Wu total."

Cheng Ji also remembered.That Mr. Wu disliked him, but he was telling the truth.

Manager Zhou said: "That man is an old-fashioned guy. He usually likes the dragon and the phoenix, and he eats and drinks flattery. Of course, he is not a 'boss' at all. I have often seen him in the villa in the past few months, but I don't know what he does for a living. I looked down on him very much, so I was very surprised when I found out that he was able to enter Qi Shao's private room. Probably, although Qi Shao has a high status, he knows that he doesn't stretch out his hands to hit smiling faces. The matter of Chen Guangjun is the letter he reported to me. It is suspected that he was the one who covered Chen Guangjun with the blanket."

"he?"

Manager Zhou nodded: "He gave me an address and asked me to go alone. I couldn't trust him. I didn't want to go at first, but he said that the staff of the villa were seriously injured and asked me to rescue them. He said in a very anxious tone. I can only trust me. I was afraid that what he said was true. After all, human life is at stake, so I went and rescued him.

Cheng Ji asked, "Are you alone?"

"It's just me. Old Wu Qian told Wan Wan not to bring anyone with me. In fact, I couldn't call for help at three or four o'clock in the morning." Manager Zhou said, "The location is in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, and the surrounding area is dark. It wasn't that Lao Wu sent me the location, I probably wouldn't be able to find it in another day. Thanks to Chen Guangjun's fate, he actually waited for me."

Cheng Ji said: "This is too weird!"

Manager Zhou said: "No! After I found Chen Guangjun, I was terrified by his appearance, but I was sure that he was an employee of our villa, so I put him on the back of the car immediately. He lost his breath and fell into a coma. , I was afraid that he would cause a big disaster, so I didn't dare to take him to the hospital, so I sent him to this clinic."

"Did you contact this person surnamed Wu later?" Cheng Ji asked.

Manager Zhou shook his head: "I can't get in touch. So I was yelled out of bed in a daze, and then I saved a person in a daze, and then you all saw it."

Cheng Ji was also confused by what he said.

Chen Guangjun's injury certainly touched people's hearts, but to Cheng Ji, he was a stranger after all, since he had already recognized his cousin, he would take good care of his injury in the future.On the contrary, Manager Zhou's experience is even more bizarre, which makes people worry whether he has been involved in some troublesome matter.

Manager Zhou himself thought so, he lowered his voice and said, "Cheng Cheng, so can you do me a favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

Manager Zhou said: "I rescued him, but I don't know why he behaved like this. I have a family and I'm timid. Can you help me find Mao Xiaowei in the bar and ask him what happened, no matter what happened. Bad things, let me be prepared."

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly followed up: "You can refuse, and I don't want to drag you into the water. Mao Xiaowei has many tricks and doesn't learn well. I guess Chen Guangjun was killed by him!"

Cheng Ji opened his eyes wide: "Brother Zhou, what are you talking about? Mao Xiaowei beat my cousin like this, even if you don't mention it, I have to ask for an explanation, right?"

Manager Zhou smiled, and leaned closer and said, "But don't let your godfather know, I feel that he might not be able to restrain his temper and make things worse."

I only heard a voice behind me saying, "It's too contemptuous to talk about such a trivial matter behind my back, isn't it? I've been in prison for 13 years, no matter how bad I am, do you have a record that exceeds this?"

Cheng Ji and Manager Zhou turned their heads together, and saw Lao Geng standing at the corner with an iron face.

"...Godfather."

"How much did the old man hear?" Manager Zhou asked.

"I heard that a trash surnamed Mao plotted against my nephew."

"What does the old man think?"

Lao Geng said: "Manager Zhou, you are a living Bodhisattva. I thank you for helping Xiaojun and my father who died for him. Your merits are immeasurable. Now, old man, please visit my Xiaojun again."

Manager Zhou and Cheng Ji looked at each other, and followed Lao Geng back to the ward.

The unprofessional-looking doctor was standing by the hospital bed, wearing an isolation suit, adjusting the drip rate of the infusion set for the patient, and reminded through the intercom: "This glass room is my small ICU, you can't come in without disinfection, understand ?"

Manager Zhou introduced: "This is from my hometown. If I hadn't made a small mistake a few years ago, I am still the top emergency doctor in the top three hospitals in Hongcheng. You can rest assured." ·

The doctor said: "Don't worry, I will never kill more than ten people this year."

He wanted to change the patient's medicine, and asked the family members if they dared to watch it, and if they needed to avoid it.

Of course not, Lao Geng and Cheng Ji are masters who can sew stitches for themselves with a ruthless heart.

The doctor lifted the patient's quilt, and it was indeed terribly injured—the head, arms, chest, waist, abdomen, legs...there were bruises, swelling and damage all over the place where plaster could be applied. It fell and broke into a puddle, and was shoveled up and spliced ​​again.

The more Lao Geng watched, the more angry he became, tears swirled in his wide-open tiger eyes, and Cheng Ji also felt the anger in his heart rushing up.

The doctor said: "It's okay, the spleen is broken, and it can be cured."

His tone was understated, it was because he had seen a lot.

"Does the spleen need to be removed?" Cheng Ji asked.

The doctor said: "Under that piece of gauze is the incision. The spleen was cut immediately. I don't have the conditions to perform surgery here. I borrowed an operating room from my senior brother to cut it. Adults with a ruptured spleen generally cannot save it. Spleen-preserving surgery is still possible." It is better to cut all the sequelae. If he is lucky enough to survive the infection, he will be alive."

Cheng Ji asked, "Can you make it through?"

The doctor said: "According to the extent of his injury, the ICU fee of a tertiary hospital is 24 a day, and it is [-] a day here. The main reason is that the medicine and equipment are expensive. In addition, my assistant and I have to take care of him [-] hours a day. So I'm still losing money. The ICU over there can't guarantee it for you, so what can I say?"

Cheng Ji asked in surprise, "Can't you guarantee it?"

"He has a craniocerebral injury." The doctor said, "It's very troublesome, and you should be mentally prepared. If necessary, you will still have to be sent to a tertiary hospital, but I guess there are not many people in Hongcheng who can't be cured."

The doctor was busy, and Lao Geng outside the isolation room wept.

He said to Manager Zhou: "My eldest brother is only such a child. He has always been honest and considerate. He works hard and doesn't cause trouble. Why is he being made like this for no reason? This is what makes me an uncle." What do you think? So you asked Cheng Er to go to that Mao, I am [-]% willing, and I also have to go to Gou Ri to settle the score, otherwise I won't be able to swallow this breath!"

Cheng Ji leaned against the wall and nodded upon hearing this.

The ward was equipped with an ultraviolet lamp for disinfection, and it was working at this time, making a hissing sound, and his pale face was a little strange, but he was calm.

"..." Manager Zhou hesitated, "But I can't take two people there. I don't know if Mao Xiaowei has eyeliners watching me. I can only take Cheng Cheng, because he has worked under me before, and it doesn't matter if someone bumps into him." It would be too abrupt."

Cheng Ji immediately agreed: "Okay!"

Old Geng shouted: "I want to go too!"

Manager Zhou flatly refused: "It is absolutely not acceptable to have a new face!"

"I'll go, just me!" Cheng Ji said quickly.

He pressed Lao Geng: "Godfather, we must ensure that we have the strength. Let me go first. If I come back lying down today, I have to trouble you to help the two of them carry their shit and pee!"

"Pah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

"Take only one." Manager Zhou emphasized, "Without me, you can't even touch Mao Xiaowei's heels. Don't think he is easy to deal with. There are many people he serves secretly. I don't even know whose dog he is! "

"I'll go." Cheng Ji's tone was beyond doubt.

"Okay." Manager Zhou said, "Come change at my place."

"Ok?"

Manager Zhou was not joking: "In order to get closer to the target, you can dress up as I did that day, and you can dress up today!"

Cheng Ji understood, but he really didn't want to, so he deliberately pretended to be stupid: "Which... which day?"

"The day I asked you to pick up...ahem." Manager Zhou said.

He originally wanted to say "the day I asked you to pick up the guests", but considering that Lao Geng was there, he insisted on it.

"..."

Cheng Ji remembered that she was wearing fishnet stockings and high heels that day.

He said: "I have no opinion on how to wear it, but in order to protect the fighters, it is recommended to wear more suitable clothing. How about this, I can bear it without tactical pants and frog suits, or how about I play naked?"

Manager Zhou asked, "What are frog suits and tactical pants?"

Cheng Ji said that they were specially made for fighting, and they were better than fishnet stockings, since they stretched the flesh and made the legs hard to move.

Manager Zhou asked what are you talking about?

Cheng Ji said it was the uniform you gave me that day...

Manager Zhou said, as long as you like it.

Cheng Ji said I didn't like it!

Manager Zhou looked at his watch: "It's nine o'clock, Mao Xiaowei should be on duty today, but it's too early to go now, the bar is just starting to be lively, it's more appropriate after midnight. I have to go back to work first, and I'll wait outside the small gate on the east side of the villa at 12:30 you."

Cheng Ji agreed.

He glanced at the phone, it was still turned off, he had already developed the habit of turning it off when there was nothing to do.

He thought about it, and decided not to tell Qi Beisong about this matter. Although the matter was bizarre, it was also a housework, so he wouldn't have to bother Mr. Qi.