Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 137 Penicillin
Subtitle of this chapter: It’s just a minor injury, no need to worry about it.
"Slap him in the face!"
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
In fact, even without the editor-in-chief of Le Monde’s call, would the reporters present still be able to let go of Yuan Yanshu’s face?
They all gathered around him, and the spotlights flashed non-stop, freezing the piece of cooked butter from China and the coffee-stained agents around him on the film.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, everyone!"
General ZOD, who was at the front, was furious and shouted at the reporters. He deliberately went through the back door, but he didn't expect that there were reporters lying in ambush here.
The experienced federal agents realized that they were in big trouble.
"Captain, what happened?"
"Yeah, yeah, why is the suspect like this?"
"Mr. Aiden, did you use torture?"
Poor Captain Aiden was so upset that he could only rush towards the car with his head down.
Seeing that they could not get any information from him, the reporters turned their attention to Yuan Yanshu.
"Neo, what happened?"
"Yeah, yeah, why are you like this?"
"Mr. Yuan, did they torture you?"
Poor Mr. Yuan really had no words to express his pain and could only say “Oh oh oh”, “Eh eh eh”, and “Ah ah ah”.
Fortunately, his lawyer, Mr. John McCall, stepped forward in time and said loudly: "My client has been severely persecuted by the police!"
For example, he ate a bad sandwich, got startled by a federal agent and choked on it. Well, he was also fed a cup of scalding .
"My client has been severely damaged both physically and mentally!"
In fact, it is you who is destroying me ah ah ah!!!
"Therefore, on behalf of my client, I lodge the most solemn protest against the federal government and the NYPD!"
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
Although a little short, the lawyer had a good appearance and temperament. He appeared in front of the citizens of New York for the first time with this righteous and majestic posture.
"Okay, now everyone please get out of the way. We need to go to the hospital!"
After they all got in the car, the reporters naturally followed in their own cars.
But Mr. Pulitzer didn't do that. He grabbed his daughter and asked, "Emma, did you take the picture?"
"Of course, Father."
The editor-in-chief of Le Monde nodded and said, "That's great. We'll be back to the office now. We'll be busy from now on!"
"Wooooooooooooooo!"
The police car drove all the way to the "New York First People's Hospital" with sirens blaring. However, Mr. McCall, who was in the same car, immediately raised an objection.
"What? You're going to take my client to that crappy hospital?"
"No! My client can only go to New York Presbyterian Hospital for medical treatment."
The full name of New York-Presbyterian Hospital is New York-Presbyterian Columbia and Cornell University Hospital, which means that it is an affiliated hospital of two top medical schools. The medical level is naturally top-notch, and the people who go there for treatment are naturally either rich or noble.
As a relative of the former Chinese president and the first heir to the richest man in a prefecture-level city, our Master Yuan could not possibly go to any civilian hospital. He had to go to New York Presbyterian Hospital.
Captain Aiden immediately objected, "That won't work. The nearest hospital is only a five-minute drive away, and it takes at least forty-five minutes to get to Presbyterian Hospital from here."
Yuan Yan, who was in great pain, suddenly thought to herself, this guy is right, just go to the nearest hospital.
But Mr. McCall remembered the battle plan he had made himself, and shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, this is absolutely not possible. I have to be responsible for my client."
Master Yuan, who was half-conscious, wanted to raise objections immediately, but he could only...
“Hmm…”
His lawyer immediately said, "Listen, my client also thinks so."
Yuan Yan became even more anxious when she heard this. She shook her head vigorously and pulled her lawyer's sleeve hard, saying, "Oh oh oh..."
John understood immediately. He leaned close to his client's ear and whispered, "Neo, you told me not to worry, right?"
"I understand. I'll do as you say. I'll try to delay as much as possible."
When our Master Yuan heard this, he was very moved... very moved. Did I deserve this? So he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"squeak!"
The police car suddenly made a U-turn and headed straight for New York Presbyterian Hospital.
“Wow wow wow…”
Just like that, with a police car leading the way with sirens blaring and a dozen cars following behind, they paraded through the city in the astonished eyes of the citizens on the roadside.
"Neo, wake up."
When Master Yuan woke up, he found himself in a ward that could be considered luxurious.
He didn't see his lawyer, but his two good friends were by his side. However, the two federal agents were also in the room.
Seeing these two nasty guys with gloomy faces, Yuan Yan suddenly felt happy...
“Mmmmm…”
Ouch, that hurts!
Just as he was about to speak, he felt unbearable pain in his mouth and couldn't help but groan in pain.
Louis Baker said immediately, "Neo, bear with it for a moment. I'll ring the bell now."
Soon, a doctor with white hair and beard and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like an "old expert", came in. The old doctor examined the wound, nodded without comment, and then asked the nurse to give Yuan Yan a shot.
The doctor said calmly: "Mr. Yuan, it is inevitable that the wound will hurt. So I gave you an injection of sedative, you just need to have a good rest."
“Hmm…”
Although the wound was very painful, Yuan Yanshu didn't take this minor injury seriously, so he felt at ease and prepared to continue sleeping.
But he could vaguely hear the doctor lower his voice as he lay in bed: "Ladies and gentlemen, I must be honest with you. His condition is quite bad."
It's not good? I just got burned, how bad can it be?
Could it be that New York Presbyterian Hospital is also part of the Putian system and wants to extort money from me?
All I heard was the doctor saying in a slightly reproachful tone: "Because of your improper treatment and the delay, his wound has become infected..."
Really, what's so scary about wound infection? This is the world-renowned New York Presbyterian Hospital!
It's just an infection, a few bottles of antibiotics will do the trick. I'm not allergic to penicillin...
Wait, something seems wrong. Penicillin should be...
Master Yuan suddenly realized that his condition seemed to be quite serious. He could not resist the effect of the powerful sedative and fell into a deep sleep.
