Chapter 471 Red heart-shaped paper in a jar

Song Lang continued: "Eight days ago, a man had a quarrel with Old Man Ge. He said that Old Man Ge was not accurate in fortune telling and his family was ruined. When they were pushing him, he pushed Old Man Ge down the steps. Old Man Ge He died on the spot."

Song Lang: "I investigated the person who pushed Old Man Ge down, and also asked the monks in this temple. In their words, Old Man Ge was just an ordinary fortune teller. He has not moved since he came here ten years ago. The place is also in the temple. I went to see Mr. Ge’s room. There was nothing extra in the room. The only special thing was a glass jar filled with heartfelt messages."

Song Lang said this, paused, and then said: "The monks said that this old man Ge likes to fold hearts with red paper. After folding a whole jar, he will burn it, and then continue folding. Now this jar, It’s just full.”

The "birthmark" on Jiang Xingzhi's back is heart-shaped.

Jiang Xingzhi: "Did you send it to my email?"

Song Lang said hurriedly: "All the information this time has been distributed, as well as these notes, and I have already extracted the fingerprints. Should I open this jar now? Or should I wait until I get back, boss?"

Jiang Xingzhi: "Find a safe place, put on protective clothing, remember to record the panoramic view, and send it to me when you're done."

Jiang Xingzhi paused and then added: "If anything happens, call Liangqiu in time. I asked him to recruit a group of inspection teams. The information of these people is all in Liangqiu. Which one do you like? You can dispatch the people as you like, if you have any questions, go directly to Little Phoenix, I have asked them all to cooperate with you."

Song Lang: "Okay, boss."

Jiang Xingzhi hung up the phone and looked at the door of the operating room again.

He read the pre-operative information and found that if the operation was successful, Yan Wu might wake up.

She will wake up.

She will wake up soon.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Xingzhi felt as nervous as a string.

He glanced at the assistant beside him.

The assistant quickly brought his office notebook and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Jiang, do you need to go to the office inside?"

The room opposite the operating room has been decorated as Jiang Xingzhi's office.

Even if Jiang Xingzhi is sitting inside working, he can see the door of the operating room just by raising his eyes.

"Need not."

Jiang Xingzhi checked the emails in his mailbox.

He first read the email sent by Song Lang.

The jar filled with star paper that Song Lang sent him looked ordinary.

As well as all the information, he also read it all.

There was no latest news from Song Lang.

He glanced at the door of the operating room and started to deal with other matters.

The operation lasted more than eight hours.

It lasted from afternoon to about ten o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Xingzhi has been sitting on the chair at the door of the operating room.

Although he had been dealing with his work matters, what he was worried about was Yan Wu lying in the operating room across the door.

Yan Wu has undergone several repair surgeries. Although this is not the last one, it is the most critical one.

If successful, Yan Wu can wake up.

Jiang Xingzhi didn't even think about eating. Whenever he was working, he would look up at the door of the operating room.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the door of the operating room finally opened.

Jiang Xingzhi sat up and strode over.

The first one to come out was the surgeon who looked tired.

(End of this chapter)

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