The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

chapter 73

Imperial Hospital.

An ambulance whistled and whizzed past, got out of the car and carried a stretcher straight to the operating room.

The red light flashed on.

Half an hour later, a silver car stopped in front of the hospital.

A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out of the car, followed by several assistants.

The dean, who received the news early, stood at the door and greeted the person immediately: "Mr. Xi!"

The man helped the frame on the bridge of his nose, and smiled politely at the dean: "Dean Zhang, hello."

"Hey - hello, hello." The dean nodded hurriedly with a flattered expression.

He welcomed the man in and walked towards the operating room.

While walking, I did not forget to explain the situation to him:
"Master Deng's condition is not very good. The impact of the car accident was too great. He had a slight concussion. Master Deng is also old. This bump is unbearable for ordinary people..."

"Also, his arms and legs are prone to fractures. The old man's bones are relatively loose. It is estimated that it will be difficult to heal..."

"Master Deng is also unlucky. I heard that the road is flat and open. How come the brakes failed and something happened?"

Dean Zhang kept on stepping while sighing.

Xi Wennian listened patiently with a slight smile, nodding in response from time to time, without saying anything.

The operating room was at the rear, and the hospital was full of people, densely mixed, and the sound of footsteps and conversations was noisy and chaotic.

Several doctors brought by Dean Zhang and assistants brought by Xi Wennian opened the way for them back and forth, and the journey was unimpeded.

Seeing that he was about to reach the door of the operating room, and the crowd was getting smaller and smaller, Dean Zhang looked at him, leaned over and whispered, "Mr. Xi."

Xi Wennian said in a warm voice, "Dean Zhang, please tell me if you have anything to do."

Dean Zhang seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Our hospital rushed over to rescue Master Deng non-stop after we received your call and learned that Master Deng was in a car accident..."

His voice was weak and weak: "According to the doctor we went to the scene, the scene was very chaotic, car fragments and parts fell all over the ground... that is, look at the brake marks on the ground..."

He paused: "It's not like there is only one car."

Xi Wennian looked at him slowly, and cold sweat broke out on Dean Zhang's forehead.

He knew what he was talking about.

The brake failure reported by Tabei caused serious injuries caused by the car skidding and colliding with the guardrail, the scene was chaotic but there were many brake marks and the remains of red car parts, and...Deng Shu's tattoo was obviously not caused by the collision.

This wasn't an accident...it was premeditated!
And the murderer is being secretly protected by Tabei.

Dean Zhang didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to add more words.

But when I think of the rumors that have been raging on the Internet recently, I still can't control the conspiracy theory.

After he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. What did these things have to do with him? If the boss above had a heart, it would not be difficult to find out at all.

After all, they didn't cover up the traces of the scene...

Xi Wennian slowly showed a polite smile, he did not express his position, but asked with concern: "Just now you said that Mr. Deng's injury is serious?"

"Ah, yes!" Dean Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and repeatedly assured: "But Mr. Xi, don't worry!"

"The surgeons in our hospital all have very rich experience and superb skills. Master Deng is also very lucky. Although the trauma looks scary, there is nothing wrong with the internal organs."

"With the help of doctors from our hospital, I can guarantee that Master Deng will be safe and sound after leaving this operating room!"

They had already stood at the door of the operating room, and the red light in front of the door was still on.

The walls of the hospital are pale, and the pungent disinfectant water has been lingering for years. The operating rooms are always full of family members of patients praying for the protection of the gods.

Under the paleness, the incandescent lamp gave off a blinding and desperate light.

Xi Wennian stood there, wearing a neat and elegant suit, his gold-rimmed glasses reflected a vast white light, and his eyes were blurred.

There are a few assistants standing behind him, different from his gentle face that always smiles, the assistants are tall and burly, with cold and indifferent expressions,
——There is an indescribable awkwardness.

Xi Wennian smiled at Dean Zhang again, his voice full of regret: "Since even Dean Zhang said that Mr. Deng was seriously injured, then... probably it is impossible to save him?"

Dean Zhang raised his head in horror.

-

"Deng Shuwen is dead!"

North of the tower, Qiu's house.

When Qiu Ting entered the room with this earth-shattering news, Qiu Ru was half lying on the bed with her eyes closed.

When he heard the news, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Dead?!"

Qiu Ting nodded hastily, "The news from the Imperial Hospital said that the injury was too serious, and he died on the operating bed before he survived."

Amazement flashed in Qiu Ru's eyes: "So fast?"

Qiu Ting didn't notice his old man's tone, he asked in a panic with trembling hands: "Dad, what should I do?"

"Deng Shuwen is our biggest backer in the imperial capital... He died suddenly now, what should we do with the Qiu family in the future?"

On the contrary, Qiu Ru calmed down, and was still in the mood to teach him: "What's the hurry?"

"Hairy and flustered, how can you be a law enforcement officer in the north of the tower?"

Qiu Ting's flustered expression faded, and the silver-gray silver willow logo on the special police badge on the police uniform at the north of the tower dimmed in the shadows.

Qiu Ting said, "Dad, I see."

"Your father, I'm not dead yet!" Qiuru snorted, "I'm not dead, the Tabei Music Association is still our Qiu's family."

The Tabei Music Association still belongs to the Qiu family, and they have always had a constant relationship with the emperor.

Qiu Ting calmed down a bit: "So, shall we find another backer?"

"Hmm." Qiuru picked up the phone and read the latest reports bit by bit, "Don't panic about this."

"There is no Deng Shuwen, there are others."

He looked up at Qiu Ting, his eyes sparkled: "That man is better than Deng Shuwen."

"Who is it?" Qiu Ting asked subconsciously, and then guessed in disbelief: "Could it be a senior member of the Music Association?"

"That's not true, but their influence should not be underestimated." Qiuru kept secret.

"Ah? Who is that?"

Qiuru ignored him, he lowered his head and sent a message to someone on his phone:
Miss Xu, Deng Shuwen died unexpectedly, do we need to continue to embarrass Mingqi?

The man quickly replied: Don't move for now.

Qiuru looked at his useless son: "Anyway, you go and remind the subordinates, and I will be quiet during this time so that I don't make any trouble."

"Deng Shuwen's death has nothing to do with us, don't take the initiative to take this muddy water."

"Ah, yes, yes." Qiu Ting nodded half-understanding.

"Also," Qiu Ru paused: "Young girl from the Ming family, don't pay any attention to her in the future."

"Eh?"

Qiuru put down the phone, "Keep it safe, maybe you can get out of trouble if something goes wrong."

"The Feng family..." His topic kept jumping up: "There are only two generations of grandparents, the old and the young. Without the middle-level support, it depends on how long they can last."

Qiu Ting frowned in confusion: "That Feng Jin...isn't it amazing?"

"Before pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, it didn't look like a good stubble."

Qiu Ru's tone was light: "Unfortunately, it is the current situation that makes people, not the current situation."

(End of this chapter)