Auteur: Su Zhishui Traduction automatique
Monkey shook his head.
After a moment of silence, he replied, "pig face has been captured. "
Pig face was the man who had barged into the Yan residence with Lu Yiming. He was wearing a pig face mask and had fought Wang Mang to the death.
He was still alive and had been sent to the hospital. Now, he was under Yan Jun's strict surveillance.
He was considered one of Zhao Chongbin's core members and knew a lot of things.
If he woke up and said something that he should not have said, it was very likely that Zhao Chongbin's identity would be exposed.
"Should we save him? ''Monkeyy asked.
No matter what, they came out together. Monkey wanted to bring pig face back with him.
Zhao Chongbin took a deep puff of his cigarette. Then, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. "Don't worry about this. I'll go save him. "
Monkey nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
After that, Zhao Chongbin gave a few more instructions before leading monkey out of the morgue.
After sending monkey away, Zhao Chongbin immediately used his family's connections to find out where pig face was currently at the hospital. He immediately rushed over.
Since ancient times, medicine was not separated from family. The Zhao family owned the largest pharmaceutical production and processing factory in Rao city. In addition, the Zhao family was willing to spend money on medical research and also had a lot of new medicines. Not only were they provided to Rao city, but they were also exported abroad.
With this relationship, all the hospitals in Rao city had to give some face to the Zhao family. Zhao Chongbin was also the only descendant of the Zhao family. Many people wanted to befriend him, so they naturally became a little more polite.
Even the hospitals under the Yan Corporation were the same. When Zhao Chongbin went, he only needed to brush his face and blend in.
When he found out where pig-face was in the ward, he put on a mask and a white coat. Even the guards would only think that he was a doctor in the hospital and would not be suspicious at all.
Just like at this moment, Zhao Chongbin pushed the medical trolley and knocked open pig-face's ward.
The two bodyguards outside the door ignored him. He easily entered the ward and closed the door.
In the small ward, pig-face was covered in gauze. There were countless tubes of all sizes on his body. He could not even breathe on his own. Just by looking at the situation, one could tell how terrible the battle between him and Wang Mang was.
Zhao Chongbin first glanced at him, then sighed softly and took out the potassium cyanide injection that he had prepared.
He gently pushed the Syringe, and the colorless and transparent liquid shot out into the air.
"Don't blame me for being ruthless. There are too many guards here, so it's impossible to save you. You can only blame yourself for knowing too much. If you wake up, I'll be in danger. "
As he spoke, he inserted the syringe into the infusion bag hanging by pig face's bed and slowly pushed the potassium cyanide injection into it.
This kind of highly toxic substance could be poisoned to death by contact with a wound on the skin or by inhaling a small amount of powder, not to mention directly injecting it into the body through the vein.
After doing all this, Zhao Chongbin put away the needle in satisfaction and pushed the medical cart out of the ward.
It could have been said to be a seamless operation, but when he went out, he met Yan Jun who happened to come to visit the patient.
Rather than saying that he came to visit the patient, it was more like it was on the way.
Xiao puff's intestines and stomach had not completely recovered, so Yan Jun brought her for a follow-up visit. When he remembered that the pig-faced patient was also upstairs, he took the opportunity to come up and take a look while Xiao puff was examining her body.
As a result, just as he went upstairs, he saw a doctor walking out of the pig-faced man's ward.
It was a walkway less than ten meters long. Under the arrangement of fate, the two of them met!
Zhao Chongbin did not expect Yan Jun to come at this time either. He instinctively grabbed the handrail of the cart, and his eyelids naturally drooped to cover his eyeballs, avoiding direct eye contact with Yan Jun..