Almighty is a real daughter, her vest has been torn down again

Chapter 897 Word Game
Feng Jinghua seemed unable to hear and remained motionless, sitting there with his head hanging down.

After a few seconds of silence, the butler behind Mr. Feng took a step forward, stood beside Feng Jinghua, and said in an agent's tone:
"Our old man and Young Master Tang have already discussed this issue. Young Master Tang also feels that there is no need for the family to go to the police station. I hope we can do it privately—"

Jiang Yiye calmly interrupted the old housekeeper's words.

"Mr. Feng, you know that the reason why our meeting is monitored and recorded is not only for our hospital to protect its own interests, but also for the patients to protect themselves."

The implication is that this question can only be answered by Feng Jinghua himself.

The nature of the dressing change incident itself is very bad. If you are not careful, Jiang will be in crisis, so you can't be careless.

The housekeeper froze, glanced at Mr. Feng, and then silently retreated to his place.

Everyone looked at the young man who was sitting in a wheelchair, motionless, like a specimen.

Mr. Feng leaned into Feng Jinghua's ear and whispered a few words.

"Ahua, come."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Feng stepped away, stretched out his hand, and patted Feng Jinghua on the shoulder.

As if being woken up by a shout, Feng Jinghua slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes.

"Mr. Feng, are you sure you don't want to call the police?" Jiang Yiye said, paused for a moment, and then reminded, "You almost died."

Feng Jinghua was silent for a long time, like a broken machine. It took him more than ten seconds to listen to and digest Jiang Yiye's words.

Nearly killed.

Yes, his dressing was changed and he almost lost his life.

Why not let him die?
Why should we save him?
Why did you give him hope and then push him into despair!

What's the point of talking about this now?
He can only be a useless person for the rest of his life!
Rage, unwillingness, despair... filled his whole body, and the pain was so painful that he almost burst.

In the end, it just turned into a weak sentence: "I won't pursue it."

The moment the words fell, Mr. Feng and his butler visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yiye looked back coldly, "Okay, we understand."

The butler stepped forward again.

"I'm sorry for causing so much trouble to the hospital. We will complete the discharge procedures as soon as possible later."

When such a big thing happened, both the Jiang family and the Feng family knew very well that it was impossible for the patient to continue receiving treatment in the hospital.

Jiang Yiye nodded and glanced in the direction of his little sister.

Feng Jinghua was Jiang Yining's patient, so the discharge procedures naturally had to go through her hands.

The direction of things was completely expected. Jiang Yining also brought over several documents that needed to be signed by the patients and their families.

Push the document in front of Feng Jinghua.

She explained: "This is the patient's unilateral declaration of giving up follow-up treatment, in triplicate. The other copy is a copy of the specific medical record of Mr. Feng's treatment at Jiangshi, which contains the detailed treatment process and medication. In the future, Feng If your husband encounters related conflict issues while receiving treatment in other hospitals, you can contact me. My contact information is listed above."

After the words fell, Mr. Feng's expression changed slightly.

"Let me sign!"

He quickly reached out and dragged the document in front of him, and at the same time, he quietly gave the butler a wink.

"The rest of the procedures do not require Ah Hua to come forward. It is enough for me as a family member to handle it. Doctor Jiang, everyone, please let Ah Hua go back and rest, okay? He is already very tired."

Although it was a question, the housekeeper of the Feng family had already grasped the handle of the wheelchair and pulled Feng Jinghua out of his seat.

Jiang Yiye had no reason to stop, "Of course."

However, at this moment, Feng Jinghua's body suddenly jumped forward, and he threw himself on the conference table.

He grabbed the document with one hand and tore it up like crazy!
"It's you who can't cure me! It's you who can't cure me! It's you! Why should you blame everything on me! Quack doctors! Quack doctors! You are all quack doctors! Why lie to me! Obviously you can't cure me! What a statement ! What to give up! I didn’t! I didn’t! Go to hell! Go to hell!” A few pieces of A4 paper were torn into thousands of pieces in a short while. Feng Jinghua seemed to vent his anger and threw the pieces in the direction of Jiang Yining. Throw it over.

The piece of paper was too light, and instead of hitting Jiang Yining's face as he expected, it scattered in the air.

His roar seemed to still echo in the air.

The housekeeper rushed forward and tried to move the person back to the wheelchair, but was thrown away by Feng Jinghua several times.

"Master Tang, please calm down! We will find a doctor who can cure you. Didn't the old man promise you? No matter how much time it takes, the Feng family will definitely find a doctor who can cure you! Calm down! It's okay. , believe the old man, the old man has never lied to you, right?"

After all, Feng Jinghua was seriously ill. After fussing for a while, he was exhausted and was carried back to the wheelchair by the housekeeper.

Jiang Yiye watched coldly until the other side became quiet, then turned to tell his assistant to print again.

Just when the housekeeper was about to push Feng Jinghua out the door, he shouted coldly.

"Wait a moment."

The sound of wheels turning suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yiye said: "Although it is not an important matter, I must explain that our Jiang Hospital will never play with life. If we can cure it, we will do our best. If we can't do anything, we will not be hypocritical. Mr. Feng, you two We never said it couldn’t be treated for feet.”

At this point, he seemed to remember something, paused, glanced at Mr. Feng meaningfully, and added:
"I also ask you not to spread rumors after you leave the hospital, otherwise our Jiang family will pursue you for reputational damage at all costs."

I never said it couldn't be cured.

This simple sentence made Feng Jinghua feel like he was struck by thunder, and his whole body froze in his wheelchair.

Never said it, never said it... That means... it can be cured?
He tried hard to recall every word Jiang Yining said to him, searching over and over again. The more he thought about it, the more his heart accelerated.

No!

there has never been!

Not a single word!
So...so...he still has a chance to stand up?
Feng Jinghua raised his head suddenly, but without a chance to speak, the housekeeper had already pushed him out of the interview room.

The heavy solid wood door closed in front of him.

"...Go back! Grandpa Butler! Go back! That person said, that person said..."

The butler didn't stop.

No matter what Feng Jinghua said, the wheelchair kept turning until it entered the elevator, and then stopped.

"Grandpa the housekeeper—"

The butler sighed and opened his mouth to kill this glimmer of hope.

"Master Tang, don't you understand yet? The other party is just playing a word game."

Feng Jinghua froze.

The housekeeper continued: "They didn't say it couldn't be cured, but they didn't say it could be cured, right?"

Yes.

Nothing was said.

Neither said it can't be cured nor said it can be cured, it's just a play on words...

Feng Jinghua's hands on his knees were squeezed tightly.

However, his eyes accidentally fell on the scraps of paper stuck to his clothes.

There is a series of numbers printed on it.

(End of this chapter)