Rebirth of the Non-Mainstream Village Chief

Chapter 128
Yang Rui's excuse to get away is quite far-fetched.

toothache.

Toothache is not a disease, it hurts to death.

As long as he pretends to be similar enough, Uncle Tai can only send him back to the hospital.

Seeing that it was almost time for the thank-you banquet in the evening, but Yang Rui's toothache was not relieved, so Uncle Tai had no choice but to arrange for two of his men to stay and take care of Yang Rui, while he himself hurried to Hesheng Hotel with Xie Zhiyuan.

As soon as Uncle Tai left, Yang Rui changed his face, and told two of Uncle Tai's subordinates that what he hated most in his life was being guarded by his side, and ordered them to stay out of his sight.

The two were reprimanded for no reason, and felt very wronged, but this Da Lu boy was Uncle Tai's guest, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and hide in the next room.

Yang Rui finally got the chance to act alone.

Sneaking out of the ward, he found a storage room of the hospital cleaner. Fortunately, the storage room was not locked, and Yang Rui also found a cleaner's clothes inside.

Not to mention, the clothes are quite clean and don't smell bad.

Dressed up as a hospital cleaner, Yang Rui strolled to the cardiothoracic surgery ward with cleaning tools.

The ward is quite quiet, and many brothers from Xinhesheng have guarded the entrances and exits. Whether they go out or come in, they need to be strictly checked.

Relying on this overalls, Yang Rui sneaked into the ward, pretending to be dragging the floor while looking around.

It seems, it seems, it seems... nothing unusual.

Are you thinking too much?

The operation was successfully passed, and the security of the ward was so tight, Yang Rui really couldn't think of any other link that would cause an accident.

After all, I'm not an agent, and just having an intuition is useless... Just as I was feeling emotional, I saw a nurse pushing a treatment cart towards Uncle Long's ward.

Yang Rui's heart trembled.

In a novel I read in my last life, there was a plot in which it said that the doctor added some wrong medicine to the patient's hanging water and killed the patient easily.

Could it be that……

Yang Rui quietly approached the nurse, and then slipped.

There was only a sound of 'boom-chi' and 'wow-la', and the treatment trolley fell to the ground, and the water bottle on it was also broken in half.

The little sister was already crying before she got up.

Uncle Long's personal bodyguard was steady and didn't lose his temper. He helped the nurse lady up with his own hands, and comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, just make another bottle."

The nurse lady wanted to clean up the mess on the ground, but Yang Rui hurriedly stopped her. He was the one who caused the trouble, and he was all to blame. Why bother the lady to clean up the mess.

The nurse lady is also quite self-cultivated. Not only did she not blame the cleaners, but she also thanked them.

When the young lady went back to refill the medicine, Yang Rui quickly tore off the disguise.

"It's me, Yang Rui."

Uncle Long's bodyguard was taken aback, and blurted out, "Why do you..."

Yang Rui made a silent gesture.

"I have a bad feeling that someone is going to do something bad to Uncle Long..." At the same time, he picked up the bottom of the broken water bottle, and continued: "There is still some potion left in it, you should hurry up and test it. Be careful, don't make a fuss."

The person in front of him was not an outsider, he was Xin Hesheng's talker, Uncle Long, who admired him the most. The bodyguard didn't dare to neglect, took the bottom of the bottle carefully, explained to his companion, and then walked out of the ward quickly.

Yang Rui asked another bodyguard about Uncle Long's condition.

The bodyguard subconsciously glanced in through the small window on the door, and was about to reply when he heard Uncle Long's voice coming from inside the room:

"Ah Hua, what happened outside?"

Yang Rui pushed the door open and entered.

"Uncle Long, I accidentally knocked over the nurse's treatment cart, which delayed changing your medicine."

Seeing that it was Yang Rui, Uncle Long immediately became happy.

"Damn medicine, I feel like I'm cured now."

Indeed, Uncle Long speaks much stronger now than before the operation, at least he doesn't breathe much.

"The medicine still needs to be dripped..." Yang Rui sat down in front of the hospital bed, picked up a glass bowl on the bedside table, put a piece of pineapple on Uncle Long's lips.

Not long after the operation, Uncle Long was still fasting for water and food, so he could only moisten his lips in this way.

But Uncle Long didn't give Yang Rui any face, and spat out the pineapple slices from his lips with a bah.

"If you really love Uncle Long, then give Uncle Long a cigarette."

Yang Rui laughed, and directly turned back: "It's a beautiful idea!"

After chatting for a while, the nurse who re-prepared the medicine appeared at the door of the ward pushing the treatment trolley.

Yang Rui turned around subconsciously, for fear of being recognized by the young lady.

After the young lady changed her medicine, she checked the water channel of the hanging water by the way to make sure there was no abnormality. She politely apologized to Uncle Long and left the ward. Yang Rui came over immediately and closed the water valve of the hanging water.

The ghost knows if there is anything wrong with this newly changed bottle of hanging water.

Not long after, the bodyguard who was sent for inspection came back, and without entering the room, he beckoned to Yang Rui through the small window on the door.

Yang Rui left the ward with the excuse of urinating.

The bodyguard looked quite dignified.

"Brother Rui, the test results are back, and the potassium concentration is seriously over the limit."

Yang Rui, who is medically blind, suddenly remembered a term for a medical condition:
Hyperkalemia.

"Don't say anything, call Hesheng Hotel and tell Xie Zhiyuan to go back to the hospital immediately." After a short pause, Yang Rui continued to order: "One by one, inform all the brothers present in Xinhesheng, and keep an eye on all the medical staff in the cardiothoracic surgery department. You don't need to interfere with their freedom of movement, but you must keep track of all their movements."

After explaining, Yang Rui returned to the ward calmly, and continued to spank and chat with Uncle Long.

……

When Xie Zhiyuan received the notification, the thank-you banquet had already started for more than ten minutes. As the head of the first hospital, he seemed very important, but at the same time seemed dispensable.

The focus was on Professor Song. After he expressed his gratitude on behalf of the church hospital, he basically had nothing to do.

Therefore, there is no resistance to leaving quietly.

Hesheng Hotel was only four kilometers away from the hospital, and luckily, there was only one red light along the way, so Xie Zhiyuan came to the cardiothoracic surgery ward in less than 10 minutes.

Yang Rui brought Xie Zhiyuan to a secluded place.

"Dean Xie, I want to ask you about a medical problem. What kind of consequences will the patient's potassium concentration in the hanging water exceed the standard?"

Xie Zhiyuan couldn't help being surprised.

His master's degree is hospital management, but his undergraduate degree is clinical medicine, so the problem is naturally very clear.

"Hyperkalemia, severe cases can lead to arrhythmia, life-threatening..."

Yang Rui asked again: "In your opinion, does Uncle Long need to be given super high concentrations of potassium for postoperative treatment?"

Xie Zhiyuan said in shock: "Someone wants to kill Uncle Long?"

Yang Rui shook his head seriously: "I don't dare to assert, but I need your truthful answer."

Xie Zhiyuan said: "After major surgery, patients may experience electrolyte disturbances. It is correct to supplement electrolytes such as potassium, sodium and calcium appropriately, but they will never be given at ultra-high concentrations."

Yang Rui nodded: "I understand, Dean Xie, I have to work harder for you. Please go back to Hesheng Hotel immediately and find an opportunity to quietly tell Uncle Tai that someone wants to attack Uncle Long."

The suspicion was verified, Xie Zhiyuan could finally break out in a cold sweat.

Yang Rui returned to the ward, and immediately notified Uncle Long's bodyguards to control all the medical staff in the cardiothoracic surgery department. Those who were not in the hospital after work should not be let go, and sent brothers to invite them back to the hospital.

As for whether to call the police or not, Yang Rui didn't dare to decide without authorization, so he had to ask Uncle Long for instructions.

In the ward, Uncle Long lying on the hospital bed was quite calm after listening to Yang Rui's statement on the whole matter.

"Let me just say, it was you Ruizi who saved Uncle Long's life, but you didn't admit it at the time, are you still stubborn now?"

Yang Rui smiled apologetically: "In front of Uncle Long, Rui Zai dare not be tough anywhere."

Uncle Long grinned.

As if being pulled to the point of a knife, Uncle Long's laughter stopped abruptly.

After enduring it for a while, when the pain subsided, Uncle Long sighed: "You can't expose your family ugliness...Call the police, forget it."

Judging from Uncle Long's expression and reaction, he should have guessed the identity of the black hand who killed him. As an outsider, Yang Rui naturally couldn't say anything more.

He has done what should be done, and Yang Rui has no intention of doing what should not be done.

As for Jianghu affairs, it is better for him to stay as far away as possible.

Just as he was about to say goodbye, Uncle Long spoke again.

"Ruizi, Uncle Long knows that your heart is not in Jiang Hu, so of course he won't force you, but can you give Uncle Long some advice?"

Yang Rui waved his hands again and again: "Uncle Long, aren't you flattering the junior? Don't dare to say any more advice. If you have any questions, just ask. The junior knows and is sure, and he will have no reservations."

Uncle Long smiled.

"The Immortal Artest has been telling me that after [-], the city of Hong Kong will definitely change, and by then there will be no way to survive. What do you think of this?"

This matter... Well, I have some say.

Yang Rui typed up the manuscript quickly, and then said: "The sky will definitely change, but from my point of view, it should be said that the day has become more sunny. Without the ghosts showing off their power above, the people of Hong Kong City manage Hong Kong City by themselves. Horses run as they like, and balls play as bets. You, Uncle Long, can still stand up and say that you are the person responsible for Xinhesheng, and no one will come to arrest you."

Uncle Long nodded, as if he was relieved.

"What about the business at the entrance? Will it continue as usual?"

Yang Rui sighed, and said, "Uncle Long, let me tell you the truth. Some businesses can be done, but some businesses must not be touched. No matter what the color of the day is, no matter how profitable such unreasonable businesses are, they will lose their lives without conscience."

Uncle Long smiled: "You mean the flour business?"

Yang Rui nodded seriously.

Uncle Long made a gesture of anger, and reprimanded: "The tone is exactly the same as that undead ghost Artai..."

After taking a breath, Uncle Long continued to sigh: "The only rule that Uncle Tai made for me is that Xinhesheng must never touch the flour business. This time, someone wanted my four-eyed dragon's life. I'm afraid that's why."

(End of this chapter)