In the afternoon, after Zhao Gang returned to the bureau, he immediately questioned Fatty Li and asked professional accountants to check the basic private accounts found.

...

The other end.

After Zhou Qi returned to the public security hospital, he had dinner first, then lay down on the bed and watched TV, and kept paying attention to the time.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Qi finished watching the news broadcast, covered his stomach and walked to the prison guard, whispering to the disciplinary officer who was watching over him: "Brother Ma, Brother Ma!"

"What are you doing?! I have eaten watermelon, eaten rice, and let you smoke cigarettes. Can you let me rest for a while?" Brother Ma said helplessly to Zhou Qi: "I go to work day by day, and if I don't do anything else, I will serve you, as if I am your waiter."

"Brother Ma, I really didn't make a fuss with you. The wound on my stomach seemed to be cracked and it hurts so much." Zhou Qi's face was pale and his forehead began to sweat, "You can ask the doctor to show me?"

"You have been in four or five days since your injury, so you should be healed?"

"When I was arresting this afternoon, Fatty Li started to scold me. I striking him twice, as if I had stretched the wound. The wound on my stomach was relatively long, and I had more than ten needles!"

"It's really not possible?"

"I won't lie to you, you see that there is blood on my clothes."

"Then you wait a moment, I'll call the doctor."

"Hurry up, thank you!" Zhou Qi urged.

About ten minutes later, the doctor from the Public Security Hospital entered Zhou Qi's cell with the medical box, and then asked him to lie on the bed and lift his clothes.

"Fuck, is it so serious?" Brother Ma was shocked when he saw Zhou Qi's abdomen was covered with blood. Because Zhou Qi's effect was very important, he didn't dare to let this person have an accident in his class.

The doctor pressed Zhou Qi's wound with his hand, frowned and asked again: "The thread is stretched open. What are you doing? Did you hold the wound with his hand?"

"I'm sick? I've all been fucked and killed. Why am I going to detain it?" Zhou Qi frowned and cursed: "The fat man Li, who was arrested, got started to tear him up with me in the afternoon. When I came back tonight, I felt a little bleeding in my stomach."

"This needs to be stitched again." The doctor turned around and looked at the disciplinary and said, "Help him come forward and go to the clinic."

"Have you gotta ask?"

"The room is full of bacteria. If you don't ask to remove the stitches, what should I do if the wound is infected? What's more, I have to disassemble the thread for him first to see if the thread inside is open. It's impossible to get it here." The doctor replied softly.

"Oh, it's so troublesome!" After Brother Ma cursed, he could only say helplessly: "Okay, then ask to sew it for him."

"Hurry up, it hurts me so much."

After saying that, Brother Ma went out and called another supervisor to help take care of him, and then took Zhou Qi out of the detention room with the doctor.

...

The situation of the public security hospitals in each place will be different, but most of the layout is that the person who cares for serious illnesses is a special area, and the place where the suspect is treated is another area. The difference is that the former has very strict management strength, which is basically the same as the detention center, but the place where the suspect is treated is relatively loose. Not only doctors, but also many social personnel, such as finding relationships to come to see the suspect's relatives, family members, and friends.

A few minutes later, after Zhou Qi was brought up from the custody area, he entered the building of the inpatient department. Then he wore the shackles that Brother Ma had put on him. He walked upstairs very slowly and came to the corridor of the surgical clinic.

"Can I sew it now?" Zhou Qi looked up and asked the doctor.

"I'll prepare something and you'll be able to sew it right away." The doctor replied expressionlessly.

Zhou Qi looked up and glanced at the clock at the end of the corridor, then opened his mouth and said, "I'll go to the toilet."

"Don't you be filthy, don't you feel any pain?" Brother Ma frowned and scolded.

"I'm fucking painful. I can't go to the bathroom?" Zhou Qi responded speechlessly: "What if the intestines are stitched in a while and the shit comes out?"

"Haha, fuck, you are quite capable of dealing with it." When Brother Ma saw Zhou Qi's optimistic attitude, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I'll pull you in."

After saying that, Brother Ma took Zhou Qi to the door of the toilet dedicated to the doctor. The toilet was very small, with three pits inside, and the windows were protected by iron railings. There was basically no possibility of people escaping, but Brother Ma still followed Zhou Qi in.

"Brother, you have something wrong with me. You will follow me if I shit?" Zhou Qi reached out and was about to close the door, and said with annoyance: "Go, give me a cigarette, hurry up and go out."

"No, I have to follow you, within my sight." Brother Ma said without hesitation.

"...Do you need to come in with me and get some shit?"

"Don't say it's useless. If you don't, go to the clinic." Brother Ma frowned and looked at Zhou Qi, his eyes a little confused.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Qi slammed the door and said, "Okay, you fucking want to see it, then just watch it. I'll open the door and you can smell it."

After saying that, Zhou Qi pressed the gauze given by the doctor on the wound, walked into the pit, and did not close the door of the pit, so he went to the toilet in front of Brother Ma.

Brother Ma glanced at Zhou Qi in annoyedly, turned his head and started playing with his cell phone.

Zhou Qi squatted in the pit, sweating on his forehead, thinking in his heart, what should he do, did he come?

In the stairwell, a figure looked at the other two beside him with one hand in his pocket and said, "Damn it, I'm so damn, I'm so desperate, I don't have a chance!"

"Brother, I have a solution."

"What's the solution?" the figure was stunned.

After speaking, the young man on the left grabbed the neck of the young man on the right, directly knocked open the door of the stairwell, opened his mouth and shouted: "Damn it, who are you scolding me? Did my brother find someone to cut it?"

"You have a cannon on your head. Don't you say hello to me when you play this way?"

"Bang!"

The young man on the left punched the young man on the right in the face: "It's over, just say hello to him."

"Crack!"

After saying that, the two stood in the middle of the corridor, swung their fists and rumbling directly on the ground, attracting the doctor and people in the corridor to surround them.

"I'll kill you today!"

"Brave B!"

"…!" The two of them became more and more excited and couldn't pull them away at all.

In the toilet, after hearing the sound, Ma Ge turned around and looked at Zhou Qi who was squatting in the pit and scolded him: "Be honest!"

"I'm fucking shackles on my feet. Can I fly? I'm crazy, fuck!" Zhou Qi responded with fine sweat beads on his forehead.

Brother Ma walked out of the bathroom after hearing the sound, took the phone and shouted: "Stop calling, stop calling!"

"Bang!"

At this moment, the figure in the stairwell opened the door and walked out, and in two steps he got into the toilet, turned his head and looked at Zhou Qi in the pit.

"...If you don't come here on time, I really don't know what to do." Zhou Qi looked up at Shen Tianze, and replied with sweat all over his body.

Chen Tianze looked at Zhou Qi, gritted his teeth and asked, "How did you get to the hospitalization department?"
Chapter completed!