Super Bad Luck System

Chapter 107
Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that the system asked him to drink mung bean soup instead of millet porridge, so he asked Dean Li: "May I ask Zheng Bufan if he drank millet porridge tonight?"

"That's right." Dean Li nodded resolutely: "We conclude that someone poisoned his millet porridge, because he hasn't touched any other food."

Zhang Yang suddenly realized that the suggestion just made by the system saved his life.

"Strange, Mr. Zhang, how did you know?" Dean Li frowned suddenly, and couldn't help but doubt Zhang Yang. ,

Noticing Dean Li's eyes, An Rou thought for a moment, and said to Dean Li: "Dean, I have something to tell you..."

"What's the matter?" Dean Li was still staring at Zhang Yang, hoping to get some clues from his eyes.

"Actually, I brought millet porridge for dinner tonight. After getting on the elevator, Brother Yang called and said he wanted to drink mung bean soup. It happened that Sister Ting was in the same elevator with me. After she found out, she exchanged dinner with me. , Said that Zheng Bufan would not eat, his father would bring him a big meal from outside the hospital."

"At first, I thought something was wrong, but Sister Ting said it's okay, so I agreed..." Seeing Dean Li's serious expression, An Rou's voice became smaller and smaller.

Zhang Yang glanced at An Rou, and asked, "Xiaorou, according to you, someone wanted to poison my dinner, but you changed my dinner with Zheng Bufan's dinner by mistake, and it turned out Poisoned Zheng Bufan to death?"

An Rou was too scared to speak at this moment, but nodded embarrassingly.

"An Rou, can you guarantee that what you said is true?" Dean Li suddenly became serious.

"What I said is true!" Although An Rou's voice was small, her tone was firm.

Zhang Yang glanced at An Rou, thought for a moment, and said lightly: "I said just now why Zheng Qian rushed into my ward directly and said that I would pay for my life. My own son was poisoned to death, and I thought it was my plan to switch the dinner."

After listening to Zhang Yang's speculation, Dean Li suddenly realized, and at the same time, his expression eased a lot.

"You go out first." Dean Li said to the security guards around him: "Remember, don't tell anyone what you said here tonight, or you will lose your jobs!"

"Yes!" The security guards saluted, then immediately walked out of the room and closed the door.

"An Rou, you go out too..."

"She stays." Zhang Yang stretched out his hand expressionlessly to block An Rou who was about to leave.

Dean Li silently glanced at An Rou, but didn't say anything else.

"Mr. Zhang." Dean Li took the initiative to walk in front of Zhang Yang, and shook hands with him with a smile: "I have heard about your deeds, and to be honest, you have done a great deed for the people of Donghai City. If you want me to say, Zheng Bufan and the Donghai three bastards, they all deserved their crimes, and death is not a pity! Of course, you should not tell others..."

Seeing Dean Li's flattering face, Zhang Yang frowned, withdrew his hand, and asked, "Dean Li, it's okay to speak up if you have anything to say."

"Okay." Dean Li smiled and clapped his hands, and said: "After listening to your analysis just now, I also think that the matter is consistent with what you said, Zheng Bufan was poisoned to death by his father. If there is a thorough investigation, Zheng Qian will definitely be found in the end. For this reason, Zheng Qian will definitely choose to settle down and avoid trouble, so I hope you will not pursue this matter, Mr. Zhang."

"Why?" Zhang Yang asked indifferently.

"It's like this. A patient was poisoned to death in our hospital before. Although that person was also a prisoner, the impact was too bad. If this matter is not handled well this time, I'm afraid I will I took the blame and resigned, so I hope that Mr. Zhang will not pursue this matter, which can be regarded as a way for me to survive." Dean Li's posture is extremely humble, obviously he cares about his title of dean.

"Don't pursue it?" Zhang Yang smiled lightly, and said deliberately: "If you don't pursue it, Zheng Qian will definitely blame Zheng Bufan's death on my head, and he will definitely keep making trouble for me. What do you plan to ask me to do?" ?”

"This..." Dean Li felt a little embarrassed after hearing Zhang Yang's words, but he still didn't intend to give up, standing where he was silently thinking about other ways.

Zhang Yang stared into Dean Li's eyes silently, and at a glance, he knew that this old guy was a shrewd old fox, and he must have done a lot of things to enrich himself.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yang suddenly smiled and said, "Well, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't give others a chance to survive, so I'll sell your favor and agree to your request."

Dean Li was overjoyed, and was about to thank Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang continued, "But I have a small condition."

"Say it, tell it!" Dean Li asked quickly.

"Helping you is equivalent to putting myself in danger. That old guy Zheng Qian may use some more insidious tricks to deal with me. For this reason, after I am discharged from the hospital, I may have to go to other places to avoid the limelight and avoid being a You have brought on your own life, so you have to give me a sum of money to let me run away, we are strangers, I can't help you for nothing." Zhang Yang said to Dean Li with his eyes full, holding back a smile.

"It's easy to say, it should be, how much do you want?" Dean Li agreed to Zhang Yang's request without thinking about it, money is not a problem, as long as he is still sitting in the position of the dean, he is afraid that he will not have a way of making money.

Zhang Yang carefully looked at Dean Li in front of him. He was fifty years old, with a big belly, thinning hair, and a shiny face. He said that he was the dean of Donghai People's Hospital, but in fact he looked more like a middle-aged upstart.

Judging by Dean Li's appearance, it is estimated that he must have made a lot of money as the dean for so many years.

"I want 20!" Zhang Yang felt that this was the lion's mouth.

"Okay, no problem, I'll transfer the money to your account right now!" Dean Li agreed without hesitation without blinking his eyes, and hurriedly asked Zhang Yang for money as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word. Bank account name.

"Damn! It's less!" Seeing that Dean Li was so happy, Zhang Yang immediately regretted why he didn't ask for more. Seeing how happy he was, he probably couldn't afford 200 million if asked.

"Well, poverty really limits my imagination. In a metropolis like Donghai City, 20 yuan is not worth mentioning to those rich people." Nodding annoyedly, he told Dean Li about his bank account. After a while, Zhang Yang received a text message that 20 yuan had entered his bank account.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, we have made friends. If you encounter any troubles in the future, just ask. I can help you!" After that, Dean Li left Zhang Yang's room with a smile on his face. ward.

1Chapter 16 Rich as oil
Getting 20 without breaking a sweat is indeed something to celebrate, the only fly in the ointment is that it needs to be less.However, more than 20 years of experience in eating dirt made Zhang Yang understand the principle of contentment and happiness. He only got depressed for a while and then cheered up again.

"Ha, Xiaorou, looking at your dean's big belly, I can guess that this old guy must be greedy for money..."

Zhang Yang turned his head with a smile, only to find that An Rou was crying sitting on the hospital bed, the pear blossom with rain was really distressing.

"Xiao Rou, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yang quickly walked to An Rou's side, sat down, and asked.

"Brother Yang, I killed me again..." As soon as An Rou finished saying this, she couldn't restrain her inner self-blame, and burst into tears.

Zhang Yang sighed softly, held An Rou in his arms, gently wiped away tears for her, and said with a smile: "Xiaorou, it's not your fault, it was Zheng Qian who killed his son, and It doesn't matter to you."

"But that bowl of millet porridge is indeed what I want to exchange with Sister Ting!" An Rou said while crying.

"But you didn't know beforehand, right? There is an old saying that those who don't know are innocent. Besides, if you don't exchange dinner, I'm afraid I'll be the one who died. Xiaorou, you saved me." Fate!" Zhang Yang comforted with a smile.

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, An Rou finally stopped crying slowly, and looked pitifully at Zhang Yang who was holding her.

"Listen, Xiao Rou, you didn't kill anyone, you saved my life, you know?" Zhang Yang looked at An Rou in his arms with affection, gently stroked her little head, and comforted her.

"Well, I see, thank you Brother Yang!" An Rou took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, stopped crying, and nodded heavily.

In this way, the two quietly enjoyed the tenderness of the moment.

Sitting in Zhang Yang's arms for so long, An Rou's face flushed, and the two of them froze in place for a while, not knowing what to say.

"By the way, Xiao Rou." Zhang Yang broke the silence first: "What's your bank account?"

An Rou tilted her head slightly: "Brother Yang, why do you want my bank account?"

"Oh, you listen to me, just give it to me." Zhang Yang said with a relaxed smile.

An Rou nodded obediently, took out her mobile phone, and told Zhang Yang her bank account.

After a while, An Rou received a text message, and the bank account received a remittance of 20 yuan.
"Brother Yang, what are you doing?" An Rou was a little angry when she saw the remittance details.

"Isn't your mother in poor health all the time? Besides, you've helped me twice. I owe you a lot of favors. You can take this money and help your mother recuperate her health." Smiling, she signaled An Rou to just accept the money.

"No, Brother Yang, I can't take this money. It's your money, and I'll return it to you." After finishing speaking, An Rou wanted to transfer the 20 yuan to Zhang Yang again.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly snatched An Rou's phone, frowned slightly, and pretended to be angry: "You don't want to accept this money, do you treat me as an outsider?"

"Not really!" An Rou shook her head quickly, and explained repeatedly: "Didn't you say that you need this money to avoid the limelight, Brother Yang, and I also treat you as a...friend, Brother Yang, so I'm willing to help you, Absolutely no intention of charging you!"

Hearing An Rou's words, Zhang Yang immediately burst into laughter: "I'm just fooling that Dean Li, I don't plan to run away, Zheng Qian let him come here if he wants to trouble me, I'm not afraid of him, and when I saw Dean Li, I knew he must have made a lot of money from the hospital, and he asked for me, and we just got what we needed, so I took 20 from him. It's a pity, I should ask for more, he must be very rich!"

"But brother Yang, this is your money, I can't..."

Before An Rou could finish speaking, Zhang Yang put his hands on her shoulders, and said with a straight face, "An Rou, do you believe me?"

An Rou froze for a moment, then nodded: "Brother Yang, I believe everything you say, and I know you won't lie to me."

Zhang Yang nodded and said with a smile: "Listen, I'm a broom star, and I'm always with me when I'm unlucky. I got 20 in one fell swoop. This is good luck. If I keep this money, I'm sure It will be bad luck, maybe next time I will be hit by a car and die..."

"Brother Yang, don't talk nonsense!" An Rou quickly blocked Zhang Yang's mouth, preventing him from speaking frustrating words.

Zhang Yan chuckled, took An Rou's hand, and said with a smile: "So, if you really want to help me and don't want to see me in bad luck, then just accept the money."

Seeing the sincerity on Zhang Yang's face, An Rou bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Well, thank you Brother Yang...I don't even know how to repay you for helping me like this... ..."

"Ha, if you really want to help me, you can pinch my feet later, remember to use your strength!" Zhang Yang said with a smirk.

Zhang Yang chatted and laughed with An Rou in the ward, but outside, Zheng Qian was not as elegant as Zhang Yang.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected, Zheng Qiang gave up investigating the matter and chose to calm down. Dean Li also tacitly expressed his condolences to Zheng Qiang and offered corresponding compensation. more trouble.

Afterwards, Zheng Gan sent someone to take Zheng Bufan's body back. He would rather let his son die intact than let those doctors operate on him.

After transporting Zheng Bufan's coffin home, it was almost late at night. Zheng Qian ordered his son's coffin to be placed in his bedroom, then drove everyone out, and stood in front of Zheng Bufan's coffin, silently.

After an unknown amount of time, a crisp cell phone rang in the quiet and cool room.

"Hey, who is it?" Zheng Gan asked indifferently.

"Mr. Zheng, we have heard about your son, please express your condolences."

Hearing this voice, Zheng Gan couldn't help but frowned: "Wang Weiqiang? What do you want to do?"

"Mr. Zheng, I have no malicious intentions. My purpose is the same as yours, which is to make Zhang Yang pay the price." Wang Weiqiang said simply and neatly without beating around the bush.

Upon hearing Zhang Yang's name, Zheng Gan couldn't help clenching his fists. All he could think about now was to avenge Zheng Bufan: "What can you do?"

(End of this chapter)