Roll over!The vegetative husband is my ex

"My poor wife, if you say no, it will be gone, you all let me go, I will kill that quack doctor."

The dean and director came to him: "What are you shouting about? Is there anything that cannot be handled properly?"

"Deal with it?" Wang Dazhuang didn't care who he was, and roared angrily: "Your hospital is so big, how many people are there to protect you, and I'm looking for you, why don't you take money to suppress me? My wife is dead, and money is everything. It's secondary, the most important thing is that I want to ask for an explanation!"

"I want everyone to know that your doctors here not only have expensive outpatient fees, but can also put people to death, so that those people outside will stop trusting you."

The director handed the information to the dean, who took a look and said, "Wang Dazhuang, you and your wife came to our hospital for infertility. I came here because your family was very lucky and accidentally grabbed a free outpatient clinic. There was no problem before, so why did your wife die?"

"How do I know, I'm not asking you about this matter, should I still be asking me? We took the medicine prescribed by you in a proper manner, and finally my wife died. What do you say?"

The dean put the information in the director's hands again: "You said your wife is dead, let me ask you, where is your wife?"

"My wife? Of course my wife was cremated. In such a hot day, I don't have the money to freeze her!"

The dean looked at Wang Dazhuang carefully.

Wang Dazhuang lowered his head guiltily.

After a while, the dean asked, "Didn't someone tell you? Since your wife died abnormally, she should undergo an autopsy."

Wang Dazhuang raised his head again, and said confidently: "I heard that as long as I don't want to, no one can autopsy a wife!"

The dean caught the point: "Who did you listen to?"

Wang Dazhuang's eyes turned a few times quickly: "You quack doctors, return my wife!"

As he spoke, he struggled again.

The dean said to the director: "Call the police, this incident has seriously affected the reputation of our hospital. I believe that Dr. Chu is a good doctor and will never kill people. There must be something wrong with it."

This sentence was also said to outsiders, the director nodded, picked up the phone and prepared to call the police.

Wang Dazhuang was anxious: "You are not allowed to call the police!"

The dean looked at him: "How can you avenge your wife if you don't call the police? If it's our doctor Chu's matter, no matter what Dr. Chu's responsibility is, our hospital is the same, but if it's not our doctor's matter, Wang Dazhuang, I hope you Can be most responsible for this matter!"

Without giving Wang Dazhuang more time to talk, the dean turned around and left.

This matter was also posted on the Internet. Everyone complained about the exorbitant registration fee, but because Chu Luocheng had indeed treated many people, the complaints were reduced a lot.

But this time, human life was involved, and various voices were clamoring.

As the person concerned, after a series of examinations, it was determined that it was only a slight concussion.

Mu Beicheng breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Chu Luocheng who had woken up.

"How is it, is there any discomfort?"

Chu Luocheng couldn't see it, so she could only ask, "Where is this?"

"Neurologist, I just did an MRI for you, and it's confirmed that there is nothing wrong with your head."

Chu Luocheng got up, but her head flickered for a while.

Mu Beicheng said angrily, "Lie back!"