He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian was nervous: "Don't you, although my dad has never met a high official, since he dared to treat Tang Ji'an with a cold eyebrow, he dared to disdain the army commander. Our old comrade Mu is very dignified."

Song Ran's shoulders collapsed: "But your dad didn't do anything wrong. My baby girl blocked such a disaster for others, and I'm not happy about it for me."

Mu Mian chuckled, "Which end did you stand? Your second brother knew he was going to be angry with you."

Song Ran shrugged: "I'm helping me or not my relatives."

Mu Mian said softly: "My dad is very stubborn. He eats soft but not hard. He is a knife-mouthed tofu heart. Anyway, take your time."

"Okay, I see, I will tell the second brother, well, can I occasionally lead your dad away and take my second brother to see you?"

Mu Mian glanced at her mother, and Cao Feng smashed his mouth: "Let's do it with you."

Mu Mian grinned and said, "That must be perfect. If my dad finds out, there will be no next time."

"Do not worry."

Tang Ji'an brought the president of Changhai Hospital and several experts to Huashan Hospital and formed the strongest expert group.

The expert team came to the ward to check Mu Mian's injury, while Tang Ji'an was waiting for them in the conference room.

An hour later, a group of expert deans and vice deans in white coats returned to the conference room.

Tang Ji'an looked solemnly: "How's it going? Is her condition suitable for skin grafting?"

The expert director of the Dermatology Department of Changhai Hospital shook his head: "Because under normal circumstances, if the exposed skin is burned, we will take the skin of the patient's own skin from other parts and transplant it to the burned part, so the probability of rejection is relatively small.

But Mu Mian injured her back, so where should the skin be transplanted to her back? If it is transplanted from someone else, no one has donated skin now. There is no such technology, and the risk is high, and the probability of rejection is very high. Therefore, our suggestion is not to do surgery or medication. "

Tang Ji'an frowned and looked solemn: "Please treat her with the best medicine."

The two deans promised: "At this point, Tang Vice Hospital can rest assured that we are using the best medicine."

Tang Ji'an said with a slight jaw: "Everything is up to you."

After discussing the treatment plan, Tang Ji'an went out of the hospital and returned to the Sinan Mansion. His aunt was there, and he looked pale and didn't feel in the mood to speak.

Han Ping walked over worriedly: "I heard that the procuratorate sent a madman and poured sulfuric acid on you?"

Passed back and forth, it turned into sulphuric acid, but it was almost the same.

Tang Ji'an sat weakly on the sofa and glanced at his aunt: "It was Zhong Qi, whom you valued, that was uncovered by me, so he united with others to plan this conspiracy."

Han Ping covered her mouth in disbelief: "Why... how could this be?"

Can the human heart be so sinister?

Tang Ji'an said again: "It was Mu Mian, who you look down on, blocked me for a while. She is in the hospital now, and I... safe and sound."

Han Ping was too guilty to say a word.

Tang Ji'an got up weakly: "She was badly injured. One-third of her back was burned. She can't lie down while sleeping, and her back is full of blisters. Zhong Qi even ran to the hospital to try to kill her. My mother took a shot for her and is now lying injured in Huashan Hospital, and all this is because of me."

Han Ping was shocked and stunned. This...this simply refreshed her bottom line. How could there be such a vicious and cruel person in the world?

Tang Ji'an sighed and walked upstairs.