My Little Happiness

"I said ..." The policeman's complexion changed, and finally a bitter face confessed to Cong Rong. "Why does it seem that a book is full of gas and this group of people has dealt with it but the group of people has suffered a loss, it turned out to be a military ……This is how to do ah?"

Cong Rong raised his hand and glanced at the time, "You slowly, I'll go out and make a call."

A group of doctors probably found out that Cong Rong and the police were familiar, and they started shouting when they were afraid of losing money: "Comrade police, they beat people, you can't ignore it! You see that there is no injury to them, you look at us again. ! "

The policeman paused and turned around to explain to a group of doctors: "We can't control this matter. The doctor you are fighting is a military officer. Go to the Security Command."

After he finished speaking, he walked over and smiled and asked Wen Shaoqing: "Our director will come over in a moment. Do you think you can go back on your own? Would you like me to find a colleague to send you back? My comrades ... um ... do n’t they be in front of our door when they solve the problem? The above leaders often come to check recently, we will be scolded ... "

When the police spoke to Wen Shaoqing, Cong Rong stood in the corridor and called Tan Size.

"I can't catch up with the afternoon meeting. You can attend for me."

"What happened?"

Cong Rong told the truth: "I received a commission."

Tan Size was interested, "What case?"

Cong Rong hesitated before answering: "Medical disputes."

Suddenly a bang came from there, and it was only a long time before Tan Size's surprised voice heard, "Medical dispute? Did you take it? Didn't you never take medical cases?"

"Um ..." Cong Rong paused, "Just pick this one."

Tan Size wondered: "Seriously, who the **** can you take a medical case?"

Cong Rong avoids weight and explains lightly: "It's my cousin's mentor."

Tan Size thought about it, "What about the price?"

Cong Rong answered frankly and freely: "Oh, I forgot to tell you just now, I am legally providing legal help, free of charge."

Tan Size gritted his teeth, "Did you ever be a partner?"

"At most, I paid for it myself!"

"Which lawyer have you seen to pay for the commission yourself?"

Cong Rong knew that when it came to money, Tan Size would surely hold on, and after a while, he could n’t explain clearly, and then interrupted him: “Okay, okay, I ’m still busy. We ’ll wait until we meet. Talk in detail. "

He didn't wait for Tan Size's response and hung up the phone.

When she went back, a group of policemen were carefully sending Wen Shaoqing and his party out.

Cong Rong looked at Wen Shaoqing and asked his opinion: "Is this gone?"

Wen Shaoqing glanced sideways, "They have been tired after so much toss. Go back first. If you have any problems, go back and solve them."

Cong Rong thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "Then I will go through the formalities."

The director immediately replied: "No more, no more, Attorney Cong, I won't trouble you anymore, please take them away."

Cong couldn't bear to laugh. For the first time, she saw such anxious people, and suddenly remembered something, pointing to the house, "What about them?"

The director quickly replied: "First detain for fifteen days."

Wen Shaoqing glanced into the room, "Even if the patient's family members are gone, the death of their loved ones will inevitably be a little exciting, okay?"

Cong couldn't bear to look at Wen Shaoqing again. She remembered an article she had read some time ago. The article said that those who are not close to the Buddha can not be treated as medicine, and those who are not close to the immortal can not be treated. At least for her, at this point, she certainly will not speak for the patient's family.

The director nodded in a hurry, "Yes, yes."

As long as this hot potato is willing to go, Wen Shaoqing agrees to say anything.

Wen Shaoqing nodded his thanks and looked at Cong Rong, "What do you think?"

"The family of the patient is justified, but the doctors are making trouble ..." Cong Rong turned to look at the director. "The lawyer's letter will be sent out as soon as possible."

From the police station, it was all afternoon, and the weather was extremely suitable, and the north wind was gloomy.

Wen Shaoqing looked at a group of students with scratching heads and smiled. "It's not too early. Let's go back to dinner and rest. Don't think about it. I will go to the hospital tomorrow to talk about something."

A group of students also experienced this kind of thing for the first time. Their mood was a little complicated, and they refused to walk around Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing thought for a while, "Go to my house for dinner!"

After talking, he looked at Cong Rong, "Are you going too?"

Cong Rong's mood is also a little complicated, and until now she has not been able to accept that Wen Shaoqing will fight.

Thinking of this, she glanced at his injured hand, and wanted to ask him again that it was inconvenient to be in so many people.

She seemed to care about his hand, and somehow, she always remembered the case she heard while eating with her colleagues, which doctor in which hospital was retaliated by the family of the patient, and she could no longer get a scalpel after her hand was injured. Too.

Suddenly, she was upset. Zhong Zhen came up without seeing her eyes. She carefully grabbed Cong Rong's sleeve and flattered her face, "Sister, let's go together? Anyway, you go home too."

Cong Rong glanced at him lightly, his eyes narrowed and he asked with a smile: "Have you learned to fight?"

Zhong Zhen refuted with lack of confidence: "It is really their first move, I belong to the proper defense!"

"Oh, do you know what a proper defense is ?!" Cong Rong looked up and down at him uncomfortably. "If you fight, you fight, and you still hang up, are you embarrassed?"

Zhong Zhen refused to be convinced, "Mr. Wen also wore the color ..."

Cong Rong didn't hold back and glanced at his hand again. Then he asked the question he wanted to ask as soon as he entered the door: "Is your hand okay?"

Wen Shaoqing wanted to answer okay, but originally there was nothing, but there were more blood vessels in this part, and the amount of bleeding was larger, so it looked a little scary, but when I saw the tension in Cong Rong's eyes, when I reached the mouth, I closed it and lowered my eyes. Look at your hand and pretend to talk nonsense with anxiety: "Well, I'm afraid it's a bit serious ..."

Cong Rong really believed, took two steps closer, picked up his hand and looked closely, in fact, she couldn't see anything across the gauze, but she couldn't help but want to see, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Shaoqing was happy to be taken advantage of by her, and immediately nodded, "It hurts."

Cong Rong tightened his heart, and looked more and more seriously when he held Wen Shaoqing's hand, and he still read the words: "This is so close to the hospital, do you want to see it? Did you hurt your bones? You move me to see, so Why have you been bleeding for a long time ... "

She put her heart in Wen Shaoqing's hands and didn't think much about it, so she didn't realize that Wen Shaoqing might lie to her. First, the wound looked scary; second, she did not have a deep understanding of Wen Shaoqing's belly blackness; moreover, she was more rational and lacked interest, and did not think that Wen Shaoqing would use this to deceive her.

A group of students opened their big eyes and stared at the hands that were slowly entwined, and an ambiguous smile gradually appeared on their faces. When Cong Rong felt the atmosphere was wrong, he suddenly let go of Wen Shaoqing's hand, but he did not expect His hand moved one step at a time, grasping her fingertips, and saw that she was going to be annoyed and then let go slowly.

A group of students watched a play intently. Cong Rong looked at Wen Shaoqing and secretly angered his recklessness. There are a group of doctors here! Besides, he is also a doctor! They came to check the wound! What did she check? !

The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature dropped. A cold wind blew through, and Cong Rong tightened his collar to find that Wen Shaoqing didn't wear a coat, but stood at the tuyere with a thin shirt, and then look at his few The student, still wearing a down jacket, was trembling, but the man stood there leisurely, and didn't seem to feel cold at all.

Cong Rong asked, "What about your clothes?"

Wen Shaoqing still had the mood to joke with her, leisurely stretched out **** and pinched the shirt on his body, "I'm not wearing it."

Cong couldn't bear to roll his eyes. "I mean jacket, aren't you cold?"

Wen Shaoqing put his hands in his trousers and looked at her with all his time. "If I said cold, would you give me your clothes?"

Cong Rong did not speak, but turned to stare at Zhong Zhen.

Zhong Zhen was surprised. After understanding, she asked with a bitter face: "Cousin, do you want me to take it off and wear it to my boss?"

Cong Rong took it for granted, "Is there any problem?"

Zhong Zhen grasped his collar tightly, "My boss can't put on my down jacket, it's too small ..."

Cong Rong held out his hand to him, "It's better than nothing, take it off."

Zhong Zhensheng was better than dead, and spoke weakly: "Cousin, I am also cold ..."

Cong Rong glared at him, "The young guy is full of blood, afraid of cold?"

Wen Shaoqing, who was standing by to watch the movie, suddenly froze at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and looked at Cong Rong and asked, "Are you saying ... I am old?"

Cong Rong rationally chose not to be entangled with Zhong Zhen, and did not excuse himself. He turned to the direction of parking and said, "Get in the car first, the car is warm."