Leng Zheng could only provide a brief description of the situation. He wasn’t very clear about the specifics.
“You should head there first. I’ll depart from Shengshi Entertainment right away.”
“I’m on it.”
Everyone present, including Wang Weizhi, stared with their eyes wide open at Mo Boyuan, who had bee impatient after receiving the call. It was rare to have witnessed Movie King Mo like a cat on hot bricks.
What made everyone even more curious was: what exactly did the person on the other end of the line say? They could vaguely hear the words ‘hospital’ and ‘police station.’
As they were all from the entertainment industry, they could sense that something was wrong. Not to mention, Royal Highness Mo had never been this anxious before. Could it be that something had happened to his rumored wife?
Everyone was gossiping, chattering. After all, the identity of Mo Boyuan’s renowned wife had not yet been exposed. It had lightened up the curiosity of the crowd. To have Royal Highness Mo personally announce his marriage to the entire Internet, just who exactly was she?
“Director Wang—”
Mo Boyuan called his mentor, but before he could say anything else, Wang Weizhi waved his hand. He was forthright. “Go on. I’ll be fine here.” There weren’t many left.
Mo Boyuan nodded and left in strides.
The group of onlookers looked at each other with a burning desire in their eyes to gossiping. Well, forget it—it wouldn’t be so easy to obtain exclusive stories from an A-class celebrity like Movie King Mo.
After Mo Boyuan stepped out of the building, he led his bodyguards to the parking lot. They were just leaving Shengshi Entertainment when Leng Zheng had sent a message saying he had arrived.
“Hurry up!”
“Okay!”
…
Once getting out of the police car, Jiang Tingxu’s mouth had twitched a few times. She did not expect to have another visit to the police station so soon.
Liao Jiayu and Deng Peng also got out of the car one after another. “Hey, let’s go. The earlier we finish, the earlier we can go back and sleep.”
They had lost their appetite. The three doctors just wanted to have a good sleep. They followed the two police officers into the station. As soon as they entered the building, Ms. Lan immediately rushed over.
“Dr. Jiang, you’re finally here. You have to testify for me because I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even touch him. What does his fainting have to do with me?”
Jiang Tingxu had wanted to shake her hand off, but Ms. Lan had a tight grip.
The police officer who was in charge walked over. “Ms. Lan, let go of her first. We will investigate in detail if it has anything to do with you.”
With the police officer’s promise, Jiang Tingxu’s hand was finally let free.
“Everyone, please take a seat. So we’ve heard from the witnesses present at the scene about the general situation. How is Mr. Ni doing now?”
As the chief surgeon, Jiang Tingxu had replied, “The surgery was successful, but there will be plications post-surgery. We would still have to observe him in the ICU for forty-eight hours.”
All procedures had risks, not to mention a plicated operation like a thoracotomy. The threat wasn’t just doubled or tripled—it was higher.
“I heard it was an aortic dissection?”
“Correct.”
The police officer who was taking notes aside had recorded this conversation down. Then, the officer questioning them had asked again, “Could you give us a general introduction on aortic dissection? And the cause of this disease?”
“Of course.”
It was a necessary procedure to have these questions asked. Otherwise, there was no need for the three surgeons involved in the surgery to e in and help with the police investigation.
Jiang Tingxu looked at Deng Peng. “Senior, would you like to do the honors?”
Although Jiang Tingxu was the chief surgeon, among the three, Deng Peng had the highest qualifications. Deng Peng was a doctor in the thoracic surgery department, so his words naturally had more credibility. Of course, there was another reason—to avoid suspicion.
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