"Ah, okay, I got it."
Ding Qianlie said quickly and hung up the phone. She said with a gloomy face, "The reporters surrounded the accident brigade and accused Mengdie, as an artist, of driving illegally and not giving way to pedestrians."
"The reporters surrounded the accident brigade?"
Ding Ning's face suddenly darkened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. It seemed that some people had not given up and wanted to continue to fan the flames and make the matter worse.
"The accident liability appraisal report of the accident brigade has come out, and Mengdie has to take most of the responsibility."
Ding Qianlie said anxiously, "Let's go to the accident brigade first. It's complicated and can't be explained clearly on the phone."
Ding Ning felt strange and asked, "Why didn't the accident brigade send someone to the hospital to learn about the injured? Besides, who leaked the accident liability appraisal report to the reporters?"
"Two people from the accident brigade came before. After a while, they saw that Li Jiajia was still in the emergency room, so they left the hospital with their phone number. It is said that a traffic policeman provided the accident liability appraisal report to the staff of Star Art, and the staff of Star Art showed it to the reporters."
Ding Qianlie knew there was something fishy about it, but Li Jiajia was an employee of Star Art, so it was understandable that the accident brigade gave the accident liability appraisal report to the staff of Star Art.
"Humph, there must be something wrong with that traffic policeman. You and Zi go first, and I'll be there later."
Ding Ning snorted and said after thinking for a moment.
"Okay, then I'll go first with Zi. Hurry up."
Ding Qianlie knew that Ding Ning must have something to do if he stayed, so she took Zi Que 'er and went straight to the accident brigade.
The door of the operating room was pushed open, and John Mac came out first, followed by others who pushed Li Jiajia and came out with a happy face.
"Director Mai, did the surgery go well for Secretary Li?"
The fat and thin duo from Star Art hurriedly greeted them and asked. Although they had gotten the answer from Ding Ning, John Mac was the attending doctor after all, so he must know the situation.
Mai Jiaqiao blushed and glanced at Ding Ning, saying, "The situation was very dangerous, and we were about to give up the rescue. Fortunately, Doctor Ding arrived and the surgery was completed successfully. We just gave the patient a general examination, and the results showed that the surgery was very successful. The patient's vital signs have returned to normal. As long as she stays in the hospital for a period of observation, and there are no other emergencies, she can be discharged after removing the stitches."
"That's good, that's good. Thank you, Director Mai, thank you, thank you, thank you …"
After all, the fat and skinny duo had not lost their conscience. Although they were pressured by their superiors to hope that Li Jiajia would die or become disabled to create public opinion, they could not help but reveal their true feelings at this moment. They hurriedly expressed their gratitude to everyone.
"Doctor Mai, let's have a chat."
Ding Ning waved at John Mac.
"Master, you were looking for me?"
Mai Jiaqiao ran over happily. As soon as he opened his mouth, he swore to say something amazing. Ding Ning was so shocked that he couldn't say anything for a long time.
"What did you call me?"
The corners of Ding Ning's mouth twitched. He felt that a great trouble seemed to be getting closer and closer.
"Master, I've decided to worship you as my master and learn the traditional medicine of Shenzhou."
Mai Jiaqiao said straightforwardly with a matter-of-fact look.
Ding Ning's forehead was full of black lines. "Don't call me that. I didn't say that I would accept you as my disciple."
"I used to advocate Western medicine and slander and even reject traditional Chinese medicine. That's because I didn't realize that the traditional medical skills of our ancestors were so brilliant. But now I've seen it and am convinced by it, which makes me realize that the things left by our ancestors are the real treasures. So I've decided to devote myself to the tide of reviving the traditional medical culture of our Shenzhou."
A cunning look flashed in Mai Jiaqiao's eyes, and he said righteously, "Master, as the leader of the revival of traditional medicine of our Shenzhou, you can't leave me, a lamb who has realized the wrong way and returned to the right way, can you? If you leave me alone, it's extremely irresponsible to traditional medicine. The great ancestor said that we should unite all the forces that can be united. Although I went the wrong way before, now I've come to my senses, and I should be counted in the scope of the forces that can be united. "
Ding Ning's eyelids kept twitching, and he looked at Mai Jiaqiao with an extremely strange look. "Is this guy a funny guy sent by monkeys?
"Not only did he directly bring up the moral principle, but he also quoted the classics and even mentioned the great ancestor. It seems that if I don't accept him, I will feel sorry for the country, the people, and the great ancestor."
After Mai Jiaqiao finished speaking, he blinked his pair of innocent eyes, which made Ding Ning instantly horrified. "This guy is actually acting cute. Is he still the arrogant Mai Jiaqiao?"
But Ding Ning had to admit that he had a sense of achievement to be able to convince a diehard who advocated Western medicine. He immediately coughed and said, "We'll talk about the matter of accepting disciples later. Now I need you to represent the hospital to provide a postoperative examination report of Li Jiajia to the accident brigade …"
"No problem, master. I'll go to write the report now."
Mai Jiaqiao agreed without hesitation.
"Don't call me master. I haven't agreed to accept you as my disciple."
Ding Ning rolled his eyes.
"I see, master."
"I said don't call me master."
"I didn't, master."
"You … are not allowed to call me master."
"Okay, master."
"Shut up!"
"Yes, master."
"Damn it. What kind of person is he?"
"Don't worry. It'll be done soon, master."
"I said don't call me master."
"I know, master."
"I … whatever."
…
Ding Ning was completely speechless when he met such a shameless guy. He waved his hand weakly and let Mai Jiajia shout. After getting the postoperative examination report, he fled as if he were avoiding the plague.
"Master, take care. I'll go downstairs to send away the reporters later. I'll visit you when I have time."
Mai Jiaqiao shouted enthusiastically, which made the medical staff on the entire floor dumbfounded, and their eyeballs almost fell out.
Ding Ning staggered and ran wildly without looking back. He was really afraid of this cheeky fake foreign devil.
Ignoring the reporters squatting at the door of the hospital, he directly said hello to Huang Sheng through the spiritual connection, and then ran to the top floor stealthily. With a flap of his wings, he flew to the accident brigade.
When he was about to arrive at the accident brigade, Ding Ning found a hidden place to land, folded his wings, took out his spare car from the space, which was a Bentley off-road, and went straight to the accident brigade.
The entrance of the accident brigade was crowded with reporters, and even the road at the entrance was blocked. More than a dozen heavily armed traffic policemen blocked the entrance of the accident brigade as if they were facing a formidable enemy, preventing them from rushing in. They kept discussing with them and asking them to disperse.
"We are reporters and have the right to interview. Why do you stop us?"
"The entertainer is immoral. She didn't follow the traffic rules and killed someone. Can't we interview her?"
"The unscrupulous entertainer corrupts the atmosphere of the entertainment circle. Such a person should be driven out of the entertainment circle."
"Public figures should always pay attention to their words and deeds. Although it seems to be just a traffic accident, it also indirectly reveals the intermingling of good and bad in the entertainment circle. Such an immoral and unscrupulous entertainer should be condemned by the whole society."
…
There were about forty to fifty reporters. The leader was a middle-aged reporter with a black mole on his face. He was full of righteous indignation and was denouncing Lan Mengde, as if she had committed a heinous crime by having a traffic accident.
"Boom!"
A violent roar of a car engine came.
The reporters and the traffic policemen were all alarmed. They looked in the direction of the sound in horror and saw a Bentley off-road colliding with them like a runaway wild horse.
"Ah!"
The reporters screamed and scattered like a hornet whose nest had been blown up.
The reporter with a mole was scared silly. His legs were trembling, and he had no place to run even if he wanted to. Without any suspense, he was directly hit by the Bentley and fell heavily to the ground. He couldn't get up for a long time.
"Someone is dead. Someone is dead."
"Oh my God, Lao Zhang flew a few meters away. He is dead now."
"Which family's childe is this? He is arrogant because he drives a Bentley and dares to hit people at the entrance of the accident brigade."
"Shh, keep your voice down. We can't offend the person who can drive a Bentley. If you are heard by others, you won't even know how you die."
"Humph, this is a legal society. I just don't like it. Can he really kill me?"
"Humph, naive. What's wrong with a legal society? He can kill you as easily as pinching an ant. He can find a scapegoat by spending some money. You are courting death. Don't implicate me. Stay away from me. "
"This … I won't say it. It's so far away. He can't hear it."
…
The reporters suddenly talked about it. They looked at the arrogant childe coming out of the Bentley angrily and with awe and envy.
"Do you have a little public morality? Why do you block my way? A good dog doesn't block the way, do you know?"
The childe, who was wearing sunglasses and had his nose in the air, walked to the reporter with a mole whose face was full of anger and fear, and scolded him condescendingly.
"You … you are too much. You hit me and still scold me?"
The reporter with a mole was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He pointed at the childe with trembling fingers and said sullenly. But looking at the arrogant and domineering look of the childe, he couldn't help but feel a little timid. His tone was full of cowardice.
"Hit me? Are you a f * cking human? This is a street for cars, not a place for dogs to talk nonsense. Is it wrong for me to drive normally? "
The childe sneered and scolded him rudely.
The reporter with a mole was suddenly speechless. They surrounded the Accident Investigation Brigade to interview them, but the Accident Investigation Brigade had been refusing them. They blocked the gate and did not allow them to enter. As a result, they could only stand on the street and confront the traffic police. They incited the crowd who did not know the truth and seriously hindered the traffic order.
Previously, many vehicles had to detour because this was the Accident Investigation Brigade. But the childe in front of him did not follow the rules at all and directly drove over.
"But you can't hit people."
The reporter with a mole was at a loss for words. But he was a victim, and the traffic law of Shenzhou was also biased towards the vulnerable groups. This gave him confidence instantly.
"Did I hit a person? I clearly hit a dog blocking the road. "
The childe arrogantly put his hands on his waist and looked down at the reporter with a mole who was half lying on the ground. His playboy temperament was obvious.
In the building of the Accident Investigation Brigade, Xiao Nuo raised her eyebrows and said indignantly, "Which family does this playboy come from? He is so arrogant that he is justified after hitting someone."
"Nuo Nuo, your sense of justice is a little excessive. I think it's good that this kid bumped into you. He had a good time. Weren't you so angry that you wanted to beat up that unscrupulous reporter who spouted shit? It just happened that it was not convenient for us to do it, so someone came to teach him a lesson. Why do you care so much about other people's business? "
Murong Yanran said with great satisfaction.
"Right, why didn't you hit that bastard to death? He deserved it."
Sun Lanying also said with satisfaction.
"Humph, that unscrupulous reporter was the happiest just now. Obviously, he was bought by someone. I don't understand why Sister Nuo still wants to defend him."
Ye Huan, who had always been gentle, also complained.
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