Zhang Wanqiu's eyes lit up and she said, "Director Huo!"
Huo Qiyong was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Zhang?"
"Director Huo, how is the situation there?" Geng Jianghui also came over. He was still very concerned about what the ward was like now.
"Dean?" Huo Qiyong pushed up his thick glasses, but still didn't dare to speak loudly: "Thank you, dean, for your concern. The situation is okay."
It doesn't sound like it's out of control yet.
It was still too late, so Zhang Wanqiu went straight to the point: "Director Huo, there is something important that you need to do now."
Huo Qiyong had an ominous premonition. This didn't sound like rescue was coming? "W-what's the matter?"
Zhang Wanqiu glanced at Geng Jianghui and said simply: "We need you to go to the third floor and take Jiang Shan out of the ward. The dean and I will find a way to meet you in the lobby on the first floor."
Nurse Zhang is usually gentle and gentle, but she doesn't even bat an eyelid when trying to fool her. How to respond? Think of ways to? What can you think of?
This sentence contained a huge amount of information. Huo Qiyong slowly looked around. He didn't even dare to leave the office door now, why would he go to the third floor?
Geng Jianghui spoke: "Director Huo, there should be protective clothing in your office, right?"
Huo Qi never makes a sound.
"Jiang Shan is an important asset of the hospital now. Her safety is related to the entire Beijing and Hong Kong... If you can bring her out, I would like to thank you on behalf of the people of Beijing and Hong Kong."
Zhang Wanqiu couldn't help but glance at Geng Jianghui. He was worthy of being the dean. This hat was too strong.
As expected, Huo Qiyong couldn't stop talking, "...Stop talking about the dean, I'm going." Isn't it okay for him to go?
Huo Qiyong looked at the X-ray film belonging to Jiang Shan held in his hand. He didn't expect that he was going to contact him, with a complicated expression on his face.
"Don't worry, the dean and I will show you the way through the monitor." Zhang Wanqiu was confident.
Huo Qiyong hesitated: "Is the first floor safe now?"
"Safe." Zhang Wanqiu said without blinking.
Geng Jianghui looked at the monitor. The monitor on the first floor seemed... broken, right?
Huo Qiyong swallowed and decided to trust his colleagues. He took out the protective clothing in the corner and put it on with difficulty. The protective clothing was too heavy. He was sweating profusely and finally found that the buttons behind him could not be buttoned. .
Jiang Shan was already extremely anxious.
The little boy held the milk carton and walked out of Jiang Shan's room, "Auntie~ I'm here~"
He stopped at the door of the ward next door, stretched out his hand and turned the handle. It was locked.
The little boy knocked on the door: "Auntie, are you in there?"
Jiang Shan listened to the voice that sounded not far from the next door, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, trying his best to reduce his presence.
The little boy held the milk carton and suddenly squatted down slowly, his eyes level with the keyhole.
There was a thin iron piece on his other hand, which was gently inserted into the keyhole.
Click.
The ward door in front of him swung open in front of him, and the empty ward appeared in front of him.
Jiang Shan was dumbfounded when she heard this voice. She heard the sound of a little boy walking into the ward to check, and then a smiling child's voice came: "It turns out that Auntie is really not here."
Jiang Shan’s head was numb all the time. What is this? what's the situation! ?
Hearing the little boy's voice, he returned to the corridor, and then moved closer to the room where Jiang Shan was. He seemed to have stopped next door.
"Auntie, are you in there?"
The little boy knocked on the door again, then slowly squatted down, staring at the small keyhole again.
He curled his lips.
Jiang Shan clearly heard the sound of clicking and rattling this time, and then she heard "squeaking", and the door next to her opened.
Jiang Shan's eyes were stiff.
The little boy's footsteps slowly entered the room: "Auntie..."
This sound sounded more deadly to Jiang Shan than anything else. While the little boy was still checking next door, Jiang Shan stared at the window opposite and rushed over.
Dean Geng, who had just finished talking to Huo Qiyong, turned around and heard that Zhao Qisheng and the assistant physician next to him were dumbfounded. The assistant physician pointed at the screen as if he couldn't speak: "Look at it..."
I was so anxious that I forgot to use civilized language.
Then when the dean saw the picture on the monitor screen, he also petrified in front of the monitor.
Although the process of calling Huo Qiyong was extremely tense, it only lasted four or five minutes at most. In just a few minutes, Jiang Shan's situation had gone from a hospital shock to a hurricane rescue.
Jiang Shan was seen climbing up to the window sill at this time, looking like he was about to climb out of the window.
"What is she doing? Climbing the wall?" Geng Jianghui thought his eyes were dim.
Zhao Qisheng and the assistant doctor next to him also had expressions of disbelief. They didn't expect Jiang Shanyong to reach this level. Does she think she is 007?
Jiang Shan didn't think she could succeed. She just wanted to give it a try. After all, the kid outside knew how to pick locks!
Jiang Shan had already stood completely outside the window sill. She stood on tiptoes and carefully tried to close the window again.
"Auntie~" The little boy had left the ward next door and came over slowly...
Jiang Shan suddenly looked like a four-legged octopus, trying to grab the wall next to him and moving over bit by bit.
Outside the screen, Zhang Wanqiu also turned his head, with a total of four pairs of eyes staring at the monitor screen motionlessly.
The little boy came to the door and knocked: "Auntie, I found the milk, but there is no straw."
A very aggrieved tone.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the little boy repeated his old trick again, slowly squatting down and staring at the keyhole.
At this time, Jiang Shan quickly retracted his feet on the windowsill.
Jiang Shan's whole body was pressed against the steep outer wall like an octopus, her fingers digging deeply into the cracks of the golden wall, and she didn't dare to express her anger at the same time.
In the eyes of everyone outside the monitor, this was an extremely incredible scene.
Click, click, the door of this ward was opened easily by the little boy.
Inside the door, there was still no one.
The little boy frowned and looked unhappy. He didn't quite understand why the aunt who had been kind enough to give her milk now avoided seeing her. He felt very hurt.
As a result, the milk carton in his hand was even more deformed by his pinching.
Jiang Shan heard the little boy's footsteps and began to come to the ward. Jiang Shan clung to the wall next to the window, feeling that he was not far away from hanging up.
The little boy looked around the ward and suddenly saw the window, which was opened a crack.
He walked over slowly.
Jiang Shan's prayers in her heart did not come true. She listened with fear as the footsteps got closer and closer, and the little boy walked straight to the window.
He stared innocently at the crack in the open window for a long time. Finally, he slowly raised his hand and passed his delicate little fingers directly through the crack in the window.
Jiang Shan stared at the finger that came to him, and if he moved a little, he seemed to be able to touch his own foot.
The little finger slowly pushed to the side, opening the window along the gap bit by bit.
