Qimen Holy Physician

Chapter 71 Why Are Fortune Tellers So Powerful?

Liu Lian was carried out by a firefighter, and then sent to the ambulance, and the three children were also taken to the ambulance.

Looking at the roof of the car, Liu Lian smiled bitterly helplessly. He didn't expect to include himself in saving someone. If the firefighters hadn't arrived just now, he really didn't have the confidence to carry the three children downstairs. Maybe he would have to Put it in the middle of the road.

While the nurse was giving Liu Lian an injection and infusion, two reporters ran over.

"Hello, I heard that you just saved three children. May I ask where you worked? What were you doing there?" A reporter pointed the microphone at Liu Lian after finishing speaking.

Seeing the black camera pointing at him, Liu Lian was stunned, a little confused about the situation, let alone what they were doing.

Seeing Liu Lian standing there silently, the reporter put the microphone back, and the camera was aimed at her, and she held the microphone and said:
"Friends from the audience, I am at the scene of the fire in the Jinchen Building. Behind me is the young man who rescued three children from the fire. Maybe he is not in good health now. We will continue to follow up the interview of."

After the female reporter finished speaking, the camera focused on Liu Lian again and took several shots.

At this time, Liu Lian suddenly thought about it. When he woke up in the hospital this morning, there were similar scenes in the news broadcast on the TV in the ward. Could it be that they were the legendary reporters?
As soon as this idea came out, Liu Lian immediately understood. Seeing that the two reporters were still looking at him, Liu Lian quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Seeing Liu Lian close his eyes, the two reporters looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and left.

At this time, the rescue work was basically coming to an end, but unfortunately it still happened. Most of the trapped children were just fainted by smoke, but three children died of suffocation due to excessive smoke inhalation.

At this moment, a Rolls-Royce Phantom drove over. Before the car stopped, the rear door was pushed open. A middle-aged man rushed towards the building anxiously, but was immediately stopped near the isolation zone The policeman stopped: "Sir, you can't go in for the time being."

"My son is inside!" the man said anxiously.

"Son?" The policeman was startled, then took a folder from the policeman beside him, opened it and asked, "What's your son's name?"

"Zhu Wenbin, I'm in the calligraphy cram school on the twelfth floor!" the man said impatiently, his eyes searching around.

"Zhu...sorry, he is not included in the statistics." The policeman read it twice and said.

"What? Impossible! He is coming to class today!" The man suddenly said angrily, "Where are your leaders? I want to see your leaders!"

"This... sir, whether it is alive or dead, we have counted. The name Zhu Wenbin is indeed not on it. Maybe he didn't come today." He came down, and he was well dressed, he had already reprimanded him.

Hearing the word 'killed', the man was shocked and rushed in. The police were caught off guard and didn't stop him at all. He couldn't help but said anxiously: "Sir, you can't go in!"

The man ignored him at all, and rushed towards the ambulance. As soon as he got there, he was grabbed by the arm by the police: "Sir, you—"

"Go away!" The man suddenly turned his head, his eyes widened with anger, his face was livid!

"You—" the policeman was taken aback by his sudden outburst. Just as he was about to say something, another policeman ran over: "What's wrong?"

The person who came was none other than Jia Qingchun, the deputy director of the Qinghe District Bureau. This place belongs to Qinghe District. As the director, of course he had to come here.

"Jia Ju, his son's name is not on the list, he insisted on breaking in—" the young policeman hurriedly said.

At this time, Jia Qingchun had already seen the man's appearance clearly, and was taken aback for a moment, and said, "President Zhu?"

"Xiao Jia, you came just in time. Let me ask you, where is my son? Where did he go?" Although Mr. Zhu's voice calmed down, his face was still extremely ugly.

"Your son?" Jia Qingchun frowned, then turned to the young policeman and asked, "Where's the list?"

Seeing that Jia Qingchun actually knew this person, the young policeman didn't dare to say anything else. He quickly handed over the list and said in a low voice, "Jia Ju, he said his son's name is Zhu Wenbin, but his name is indeed not on it."

When the police said it, Jia Qingchun had already scanned it, looked up at Mr. Zhu and said, "Mr. Zhu, it is true that your son is not there, and I can guarantee that if all the teachers and students who appeared on the [-]th floor today, the names above Yes, but not your son."

Hearing Jia Qingchun's words, Mr. Zhu was startled: "No?"

Jia Qingchun nodded and said, "No, Mr. Zhu. Why don't you call home, maybe he didn't come today?"

"No, my son has always been well-behaved and obedient, so he can't skip class!" Mr. Zhu said decisively, then stared at Jia Qingchun with a gloomy face and said, "Xiao Jia, let me tell you, don't do that with me, if my son What happened because of your mistakes, none of you can escape the responsibility!"

Hearing Mr. Zhu's words, although Jia Qingchun was very angry, but thinking of his identity, he endured it and said:

"Mr. Zhu, it's only a few words for you to make a phone call. Why don't you confirm it first?"

If anyone in Xinyi City has the most wealth, it is undoubtedly the Zhu Zhengtai in front of him. His Longding Group has developed at least [-]% of the real estate in Xinyi City, and the bus company and the largest taxi company in the city are also owned by the Longding Group. Subsidiaries belong to people who can shake Xinyi City by stomping their feet!

Although Zhang Bin's father, Zhang Wenxin, is a member of the National Political Council and has a lot of energy, but in the area of ​​Xinyi City, his energy is not as good as Zhu Zhengtai. If Zhu Zhengtai called Du Dawei yesterday, no matter how angry Du Dawei was, he would not Dare not ignore it.

This is also the reason why Jia Qingchun swallowed his anger in front of Zhu Zhengtai. If someone else told him that, he would have turned his back on him long ago.

Hearing Jia Qingchun's words, Zhu Zhengtai stared at him for two seconds, then took out his mobile phone and dialed back home: "Has your son gone back?"

"What? Going back?" Zhu Zhengtai froze for a moment.

"What did you say? He said that he was stopped by a fortune teller, so he went back?"

"Okay, okay, I see, I'll go back now, it's okay, it's okay!"

Zhu Zhengtai hung up the phone, feeling a little confused. Although there was good news about his son, what shocked him even more was his wife's words. His son was stopped by a fortune teller?

What is so good at fortune-telling?

Jia Qingchun also heard Zhu Zhengtai's voice, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just after the fire department extinguished the fire, they checked several times and came down after confirming that no one was there. If Zhu Zhengtai's son was really missed, Xinyi City It is estimated that there will be a big earthquake.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Jia, and this policeman. I apologized for my bad attitude just now. I hope you don't take it to heart." Zhu Zhengtai had put on a smiling face at this time, and said to Jia Qingchun.

When Jia Qingchun heard this, he felt tired for a while, but he also smiled on his face: "Mr. Zhu, what did you say? How could it be? You are also worried about your son, we can understand."

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