Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

With the words "I'll take responsibility" being spoken, it's as if the top leader has personally stepped in to cover for the situation.

Although Gao Wenbin only called out "Secretary Chen" without specifying his exact position, how could a head nurse who had worked her way up in the system not have this much political acumen?

How many Party Secretaries are there in this city?

Since things have come to this point, and even the top officials of the municipal party committee have expressed their support, what is there to worry about?

The head nurse's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into her stomach. She gritted her teeth, turned to the two security guards, and gave them a meaningful look, her tone hardening: "What are you all standing there for! Didn't you hear the leader's instructions? Go and pull out the IV drip, and push the person and the bed outside the gate!"

With this powerful authority, the two security officers were no longer going to hold back.

They had long disliked Ma Hou, this scoundrel who threw tantrums and acted like a madman. Not only did he soil the bed and vomit all over the floor, but they also had to clean up after him. He was so disgusting that it made them want to vomit up their leftovers. They had been harboring a burning rage for a long time.

The two men pounced forward like wolves and tigers, and without saying a word, they began to pull out pipes and dismantle equipment in an extremely rough manner.

The monkey, who had been throwing a tantrum on the bed, was terrified when it saw the real fighting.

"You sons of bitches! You bunch of bastards who gave birth to sons without an anus! You're treating human life like dirt!"

The monkey, its eyes bloodshot with rage, struggled desperately against its bound body, yelling, "Where are you going to take me?!"

"Where are we taking you? We're definitely going to discharge you!"

A security officer sneered, kicked open the wheel lock of the metal bed, and pushed it out, his face full of disdain and mockery: "Didn't you just refuse treatment? Fine, then we won't treat you! Are we supposed to leave a vagrant like you here wasting the hospital's medical resources? Get out and figure it out yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Hou was utterly desperate. Extreme fear drove him to pound against the iron bed railings like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"I'm going to kill you all! You beasts! I'll fuck you—"

The security officer completely ignored his hysteria and roughly dragged the rusty iron bed out of the ward.

As the head nurse closed the door behind her, a muffled "bang" rang out, instantly shutting out the mad dog-like, vicious curses.

The ward was finally completely quiet.

The air still carried the pungent smell of medicine and the fishy stench left by the earlier chaos, but the room was eerily quiet; even the sound of the IV dripping could be clearly heard.

Lying on bed number one, Gao Wenbin witnessed firsthand Chen Jianguo's ruthless methods of leaving a person to fend for themselves with just a few words. The cold sweat on his back had completely soaked through his hospital gown.

Faced with this absolute and overwhelming power, he felt an uncontrollable sense of dread.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, feeling as if his throat was on fire.

Gao Wenbin gripped the bedsheet tightly, forcing himself to open his mouth, trying to break the suffocating silence: "Secretary Chen... about what happened just now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Jianguo had already turned around.

The chilling, oppressive aura emanating from his face had vanished completely, as if he were not the one who had just issued the ruthless order.

Chen Jianguo reverted to his gentle and composed demeanor as an elder, raising one hand towards Gao Wenbin and gently pressing down with his palm facing down.

"Alright."

Chen Jianguo interrupted him in a calm tone, his gaze falling lightly on Gao Wenbin's face through his glasses: "I don't want to get involved in your messy affairs with those thugs, nor do I have the time to delve into it."

He pulled over a folding chair next to him, sat down slowly, and placed his hands on his knees.

"Our time is very precious."

Chen Jianguo looked into Gao Wenbin's eyes, his tone gradually becoming serious, "Now, let's talk about some serious matters."

……

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the third-floor staircase.

Liang Tiejun and Dazhuang had just reached the third floor when they bumped into two uniformed security officers struggling to push a rusty metal bed frame towards the stairwell, cursing and swearing. The head nurse followed beside them, her face ashen.

A person was lying on the bed, their hands tightly bound to the iron bars on both sides, and their lower body covered with a dirty sheet soaked in blood.

The man struggled desperately like a dying mad dog, screaming hysterically at the top of his lungs: "You bunch of bastards who gave birth to sons without anuses! You beasts who disregard human life! I'll kill you all! Kill you all! I'll chop your whole family into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

The head nurse frowned, shocked by the foul language, and coldly replied, "What are you wailing about here! You brought this on yourself! The doctor wanted to clean your wound, but if you hadn't stubbornly protected your rotten flesh and refused to let them touch it, throwing a tantrum and spewing filth, would you have angered the big boss and been fired on the spot? You deserve it!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Hou abruptly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the head nurse, and roared ferociously, "You filthy bitch, just you wait! I'll remember your face! When I get out of here, the first thing I'll do is kill you and have someone gang-rape you—"

These words were extremely malicious. The security officer, who was pushing the headboard of the bed, was so enraged that he slapped the monkey hard across the face.

With a sharp "smack," half of Ma Hou's face swelled up instantly, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The officer pointed his finger at his nose and cursed, "You better watch your mouth! If you spew any more filth, don't blame me for being rude!"

Hearing this warning, Ma Hou wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he became like a completely crazed gambler, craning his neck and thrusting his swollen face forward, spitting blood and foam as he roared, "You think I'm polite? I've been hanging around on the streets for so many years, do you think I'm easily scared? I came to the hospital for treatment, and these quacks not only failed to cure me, they completely ruined my manhood! You better kill me today! Otherwise, when I get out of here, I'll make sure you regret it, or I'll change my surname to yours!"

They've been beaten to a pulp and they still dare to be so arrogant. The security officer was furious.

He gritted his teeth and sneered, then strode to the lower half of the iron bunk bed.

When Ma Hou saw that he was heading straight for his lower body, he was not afraid at all. Instead, his eyes flashed with a kind of crazy madness, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. He opened his mouth, which was full of blood foam, and was about to curse something else.

The officer didn't give him a chance to speak at all, raising his fist as if to deliver a fatal blow to the rotten flesh under the monkey's crotch.

Just at this critical moment, the office door next to the corridor was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a white lab coat, balding and overweight, walked out with a frown, and snapped impatiently, "What's going on? What are you making so much noise in the hallway so early in the morning!"

As soon as Ma Hou saw the middle-aged man, he grabbed at him like a lifeline, stretching his neck and howling, "Director Li! Director Li! You have to do something about these bastards! They're treating human life like dirt! My old wounds haven't healed, and now they've aggravated them. They're going to throw me out now! Please save me!"

Director Li was taken aback by the commotion. Just as he was about to step forward and question him, the head nurse quickly approached, grabbed his sleeve, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Director Li's face twitched violently, and his previously dignified expression turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

He waved his hands repeatedly and subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing Director Li's avoidance reaction, Ma Hou's heart skipped a beat, knowing that things were about to go wrong.

His eyes reddened with desperation. He writhed violently on the bed, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Director Li! You can't just abandon me! I paid! I paid!"

Upon hearing this deadly shout in public, Director Li trembled with fear and repeatedly waved his hands at the security officer, scolding, "What nonsense are you spouting! Who took your money? This man's brain is fried, he's talking nonsense! Why aren't you pushing him away right now! Push him out of here!"

The two security officers agreed and, with a sneer, reached out to grab the railing of the iron bed.

Just as the wheel had rolled forward less than half a meter, Ma Hou gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted out a short address: "Second section of Hongxing Street, old residential compound of the cotton mill, building three, unit four, room 402!"

With just that one sentence, Director Li's foot, which he had just raised, suddenly froze in mid-air.

The last trace of color drained from his face in an instant, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Ma Hou stopped struggling hysterically. He stared straight at Director Li, a chilling and sinister smile creeping across his lips. He said in a low voice, "Director Li, come closer. I have something to say to you."

Director Li swallowed hard, cold sweat trickling down his face.

He waved his hand, his face pale, signaling the security guards to stop. Then, like a puppet on a string, he moved stiffly and slowly approached the iron bunk bed.

Ma Hou suddenly stretched his neck forward, leaned close to Director Li's ear, and muttered a few words quickly through gritted teeth in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Upon hearing this, Director Li's eyelids twitched violently, and his already pale face now appeared even more ashen.

He glanced at Ma Hou with extreme fear and mixed feelings, not daring to refute anything, his chest heaving violently.

A moment later, he turned and pointed to his open-doored private office, and ordered the security officer in a deep voice, "Push him into my office. It's spacious enough to fit a bed."

This sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned.

The head nurse panicked upon hearing this and quickly stepped forward, lowering her voice urgently, "Director Li, are you crazy? This is someone that the big boss in ward number one personally ordered to be kicked out! If you take him into your office now, what if the big boss blames you..."

"Shut up!"

Before the head nurse could finish speaking, Director Li, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his forehead veins bulging, roared in a fit of rage, "Who's in charge of this hospital, you or me?! As doctors, no matter how much a patient causes trouble or how unreasonable they are, we can't just leave them out on the street in the middle of the night like this! That goes against my principles as a doctor! I'll take responsibility if anything happens, get them back inside immediately!"

The head nurse trembled from the shout, staring incredulously at the uncharacteristically eccentric Director Li, and dared not utter a word.

The two security officers looked at each other, feeling frustrated, but since Director Li was the head of the department, they didn't dare to say anything more. They could only turn their bikes around and push the rusty iron bed towards Director Li's office.

The monkey lying on the bed stopped struggling. His face was covered in blood, but a sneer, both ugly and triumphant, stretched out at the corner of his mouth. He stared intently at Director Li, who was standing there wiping away cold sweat, and let the clerk push him through the door.