Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 169 The West Cloud Pavilion is on Fire (1)

The quiet corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

When he found the door of the director's office, Qiao Luo was stopped by the nurse.

"Miss, you can't force your way in. Our director has an important meeting to hold later. If you do this again, I will call security."

Qiao Luo's footsteps stopped, and his cold eyes were frightening.

The nurse swallowed, and a chill rushed up from the soles of her feet.

She said weakly, "Miss, you really can't go in, the director really doesn't have time."

The little girl is so young, her hostility is too scary.

Qiao Luo took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Qiao Luo?" The old man's hoarse voice sounded on the phone.

Qiao Luo frowned, "Mr. Su, please do me a favor. I'm in Shande Hospital. A child had a car accident and needs surgery now."

"Okay, I see, you wait." Mr. Su said straightforwardly.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Luo looked up at the office not far away, pursing his lips slightly.

The nurse glanced at her, wondering where she was coming from.

Mr. Su?
What kind of character is that?
"Miss Qiao, what should I do?" Xiaolan cried with her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Qiao Luo said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Before the words were finished, the door of the director's office opened.

A middle-aged man in a white coat ran out in a panic, looking around eagerly.

"Director, what is this?" The nurse asked in surprise, in a daze.

The middle-aged man ignored her, his eyes fell on Qiao Luo, he walked up to her quickly, and asked respectfully, "Excuse me, are you Miss Qiao?"

Qiao Luo nodded, his voice was cold, "Can we prepare the operation for that child now?"

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat off his forehead, and smiled apologetically, "Of course, I'll arrange it now."

He dare not neglect the person who can make Mr. Su call the dean.

On the side, the nurse stared blankly at Qiao Luo's eyes.

With the help of Mr. Su, Xiaobin was quickly pushed into the operating room.

"God bless, Xiaobin will be safe and sound." In the corridor, Xiaolan looked at the red light at the door of the operating room, clasped her hands together, and kept saying prayers.

Opposite, Qiao Luo sat on the bench.

"Sister Lan, why did Xiaobin get into a car accident?"

"Two days ago, Xiaobin and the others picked up a stray dog ​​at the gate of the orphanage. The children liked it, so I kept the dog in the orphanage." Xiaolan turned to look at her, her eyes revealing a bit of self-blame.

"The dog ran away suddenly today, and Xiao Bin chased it out. He didn't notice the car for a while, and there was a car accident."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and sobbed in a low voice, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I didn't take him seriously."

Qiao Luo said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to blame yourself."

There is no one to blame for such an accident, and besides, there are so many children in the orphanage, it is impossible for her to take care of everything by herself.

The waiting time was always extremely long. Two hours later, the light at the door of the operating room was still on.

Qiao Luo took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, it was past ten o'clock.

She turned her eyes to look at the operating room, the mark between her brows furrowed a little deeper.

……

When the night fog hits, the hustle and bustle of the street has faded away, and it is a little more quiet.

Two dark shadows appeared at the back window of Xiyun Pavilion, their sneaky looks showing a bit of uneasiness and kindness.

The window was pried open with a muffled sound.

"Be careful." The taller man raised his hand and patted his accomplice's head, and scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Understood, Angkor, isn't the lock unlocked?" the man who was hit by an iron sand palm said aggrievedly.

"Hurry up." The man called "Angkor" looked around vigilantly and couldn't help urging.

The man who picked the lock carefully pushed open the window, and quickly climbed through the window.

With his feet on the ground, he squatted in the corner of the wall, and said softly, "Angkor, no one, hurry up."

Hearing that no one was there, Angkor hurriedly climbed up the window, and the movement of turning over the window was as natural as clouds and flowing water. It seemed that he did this kind of thing frequently.

The two walked out of the kitchen in the dark, and the thinner man went straight to the counter.

"Monkey, don't worry about looking through things, follow the plan, don't delay." Angkor said in a low voice.

After finishing this order, you don't have to worry about running out of money.

The man called "Monkey" took out a wad of change from the drawer and stuffed it all into his pocket.

"Got it." He closed the drawer lightly, and took out a lighter from his pocket.

Raising his head, a coffin caught his eyes, and he panicked inexplicably, "Angkor, are you really going to do this?"

"Don't want money anymore?" Angkor glanced at him and said angrily.

The monkey hesitated, "But there are still people upstairs, it's too cruel."

"Why, are you going to be a good person now?" Wu showed displeasure, and sneered, "Okay, then you go, I will take the money for this order myself."

"Don't worry, Angkor, I just said that you are not clear-headed for a while, you don't care about villains, don't care about it like I do." Monkey raised his hand and scratched himself, and smiled obsequiously.

Angkor sneered coldly, "Then hurry up."

With that said, he took the key on the counter, turned around and walked back to the rear window.

As he climbed up the window, he urged, "Be quick with your hands and feet, hurry up."

The monkey looked up at the upstairs, closed his eyes, and turned on the lighter with all his heart.

He reached for the paper money on the container, lit the fire, and threw it into the corner.

Immediately afterwards, he ran back to the window without delay, and hurriedly slipped through the window.

Seeing him coming out, Angkor raised his hand to press the peaked cap on his head, and hurried back to the van parked by the side of the road.

"Come on."

Monkey ran behind him, got into the car, closed the door in a panic, Angkor started the car and left.

In the store, the scarlet tongues of flames ran rampant like crazy, devouring everything around them wantonly.

The temperature suddenly rose, and thick smoke filled the air.

In the bedroom, Qiao Yuan was choked awake by the thick smoke, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Cough cough."

Walking to the door, he reached out and pressed the switch on the wall.

As soon as the light came on, Qiao Yuan lowered his head and saw the black smoke coming in from under the crack of the door, his face showed horror.

what's the situation?
He reached out to open the door, and the temperature of the tentacles was frighteningly hot.

The first reaction in his mind was that it was on fire.

He ran back to the bathroom, wet a towel, covered his mouth and nose and ran out.

The thick smoke spread, making his eyes sour, and his vision blurred.

"Grandma Chang." He ran diagonally across, opened the door and barged in.

"Grandma Chang, come out quickly if it's on fire."

No one responded to him, Qiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

He reached out and pressed the switch on the wall, the light turned on, and the figure lying on the ground came into his eyes.

Qiao Yuan was startled and ran over in a hurry.

He squatted down, stretched out his hand to help Granny Chang, and shouted anxiously, "Grandma Chang, how are you? Wake up."

(End of this chapter)