After Zhao Fan came in, he rushed to Zheng Hong without any stop. He grabbed his clothes and collar and lifted him up for a while, throwing him out like garbage.

Zheng Hongteng flew more than two meters away in fog, but was thrown by Zhao Fan onto the office sofa by the wall. His head hit the ridge of the wooden wide-edged handrail of the sofa, and blood came out of his forehead.

"Who the hell are you?"

The sofa was soft. Zheng Hong suffered no injuries except for the severe pain on his forehead. He jumped up from the sofa with his hands. He covered his bleeding forehead with one hand, picked up the flowerpot on the small table next to the sofa with the other hand, and smashed it on the back of Zhao Fan's head.

"ah!"

At this time, Zhao Fan was bent down to Zheng Hong and helped Zhuang Xinyi up. Zhuang Xinyi, who was dressed in mess, was already crying with pear blossoms. Hearing Zheng Hong's roar, he subconsciously glanced at it, and saw the flower pot flying over, and a scream came out of his mouth.

Zhao Fan reached out and hugged Zhuang Xinyi's soft waist, and directly hugged her, who had not yet stood up, and at the same time raised her foot and whipped her legs. After he kicked the flower pot, he flew back at a faster speed.

"Ao!"

Zheng Hong also howled with a clamor. The small flower pot as big as a bowl bloomed directly on his face. The broken residue and the nutrient soil in the flower pot made his face full of his face, and the blood that kept flowing out immediately rushed out two ditches on it.

"Not afraid, I'm here!"

Zhuang Xinyi was tightly held in Zhao Fan's powerful arms, and then she heard a clamor. When she raised her eyes, she saw him pulling down the blue curtains on the window and wrapping them around her.

She was weak and subconsciously leaned against Zhao Fan again, feeling the powerful aura on his body, and her panic and terrified mood gradually calmed down.

"Do you dare to hit me? Do you know who I am? Do you know my dad is the director of the central hospital? Don't want to get out of here today. If you don't kill you, my surname will not be Zheng!"

Zheng Hong kept wiping his hands on his face. He felt that his hands were covered with water stains. After seeing the blood mixed with mud, he screamed again. While saying harsh words, he reached out to get the cell phone leaning against the windowsill. He should be preparing to call someone.

The chill on Zhao Fan's face became even stronger. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the person's mobile phone had camera function on.

While he wanted to defile Zhuang Xinyi, he actually had to shoot it on his mobile phone. This video can be said to be his evidence of his crime, but for a young girl, it often becomes an indelible nightmare. With this threat, Zhao Fan could think of what he wanted to do with his toes.

"Very good, it saves me a lot of trouble!"

Zhao Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth, and he took a step to Zheng Hong's side. Zheng Hong's hand holding the phone was only half retracted, and he felt that the hand was as if it was being clamped by pliers, and there was a pain in concentration.

He subconsciously screamed again, and then there was a crackling sound of bone breaking from his hand, and the scream turned into a scream. Zhao Fan reached out to catch the phone that fell from his hand, and then slapped the man away.

This time he was not so lucky. He was thrust into the wall and a muffled sound came, and the whole room trembled.

Zheng Hong, who was clamoring, finally became quiet. He was just an ordinary person. After being slapped by Zhao Fan, his head hit the wall again, and he fainted very simply.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from outside at this time. Zhao Fan had returned to Zhuang Xinyi again. The shaky Zhuang Xinyi saw Tang Xiaojing and other groups of people walking in quickly. She felt relieved and finally couldn't help but pounce on Zhao Fan's arms and burst into tears.

"What happened?"

Tang Xiaojing and a group of medical staff were walking in front of the hospital bed, and suddenly they heard a roar from behind. When they turned around, they disappeared from Zhao Fan. Then they saw a few people surrounding the entrance of the passage and pointing fingers.

After he came over with some confusion, he saw that the metal door at the entrance of the passage had been kicked open, and the two completely deformed doors had already flew to the end of the corridor more than four meters long.

At this time, he also heard Zheng Hong's screams, and rushed into the passage, and heard a muffled sound. After entering the house, he saw Zheng Hong, who was soft and curled in the corner of the wall, Zhao Fan, who was calm and Zhuang Xinyi, who was wrapped in blue curtains and cried with pear blossoms and rain.

"It's okay, don't be afraid!"

Zhao Fan reached out and patted Zhuang Xinyi's weak shoulders gently, comforting her softly. He did not directly answer Tang Xiaojing's question, but just lowered the phone in his hand.

Tang Xiaojing took Zheng Hong's phone with some confusion and found that the phone had locked the screen. He was still a little confused because he was confused.

"The mobile phone belongs to this person. You can use his fingerprint to unlock it, check out the video inside, and see what kind of beast this doctor in your central hospital is!"

Zhao Fan sneered, pointed to Zheng Hong on the ground, and said lightly.

Tang Xiaojing looked at Zhao Fan's verge of green face and cold eyes, and felt a little afraid in his heart. He didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and directly took his phone and used Zheng Hong's fingerprint to unlock it.

The screen opened by the phone was still on the camera interface. Tang Xiaojing looked up at Zhao Fan and Zhuang Xinyi, and vaguely thought of something, and his face became even more ugly. He reached out and clicked on the video, and he saw a picture that made him completely disbelief.

Zheng Hong's mobile phone has a lot of stock. Zhuang Xinyi did not succeed this time because Zhao Fan arrived in time. The others were not so lucky. Tang Xiaojing clicked on one of the videos casually, listening to the helpless crying and Zheng Hong's happy laughter. He trembled violently all over, and felt some people following behind him stretching their necks to watch, and turned off the video in panic with their trembling fingers.

"It's broad daylight, it's broad daylight!"

Tang Xiaojing was so angry that he couldn't even speak. His face was so dark that he was scary. He was talking about this sentence over and over again. He no longer knew what language to use to express his anger at this moment.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you call the police quickly? It's so disgusting for me to continue to stay here!"

Seeing that the group of people behind him were still stunned, Tang Xiaojing roared angrily with anger.

"Director Tang, he is the son of Dean Zheng, Zheng Hong!"

The person closest to him hesitated for a moment, possessed himself in his ear and hesitated to remind him.

"I don't care who he is? Isn't he Zheng Yunsong's son? The hospital is a place to treat diseases and save people. Even if his father is the king of heaven, I will not let him go!"

Zheng Hong is the son of Zheng Yunsong, the director of the Central Hospital. Tang Xiaojing is not afraid, which does not mean that others are not afraid. He also knows that these people dare not call the police and arouses Zheng Yunsong's hatred. While roaring, he reached out and took out his phone in his pocket. His fingers were still trembling, but he dialed them out resolutely.

Some people were indignant and wanted to slap Zheng Hong, the beast with his own hands. But some people felt that they had found an opportunity, and their eyes flashed and hid aside, took out their cell phones and quickly dialed them out.

The noise was so loud that more and more people were surrounding him, and the corridor outside was already in a mess. Several nurses familiar with Zhuang Xinyi came in and hugged her shoulders and comforted her softly, accompanied her to wipe her tears, and took her to the next room to change clothes.

"Director Zheng is here!"

In less than two minutes, a few low shouts came from outside, and then the crowd jumped away. Zhao Fan looked up and saw a dark-skinned, slightly thin middle-aged man walking through the crowd at a very fast speed.

"Xiao Hong?"

After entering the door, the man saw Zheng Hong, who was huddled on the ground and didn't know how to live or die. He exclaimed in surprise and rushed to Zheng Hong's side. Seeing Zheng Hong's face covered with blood and mud, there was an extremely clear black slap mark on his face, the man's face became a little more gloomy.

He reached out and stumbled on the artery on Zheng Hong's neck. After knowing that he could not die, he dragged him to the office sofa not far away and lay down. Then he turned to look at Tang Xiaojing, Zhao Fan and others.

"What the hell is going on? If my son violates the law, there should be a police officer to take care of it. Who is so cruel to beat him like this?"

"What's wrong with you? This is the hospital, you are the staff of the hospital. If someone is committing a blatant crime here, don't you know how to stop him?"

"Old Tang, haven't you kept the doctor's responsibilities and missions all day long? My son was beaten like this, so you just pretend that he didn't see it?"

After Zheng Yunsong turned around, he had some power as the dean on his face. It seemed that he was not his son who made the mistake, but the other people in the room. After speaking vigorously, he did not stop. After two or three sentences, almost everyone was scolded by him.

At this time, who dares to emerge? Zheng Yunsong is the director of the central hospital after all. If he really holds a grudge, what good life will the people working here live?

When he came in, many people had already shrunk back. When he heard him say this, he didn't dare to speak. In the blink of an eye, there were only Tang Xiaojing, Zhao Fan and Zheng Yunsong and his son left in the corridor and lounge behind the passage.

"Director Zheng, I have called the police. If you have anything to do, let's talk about it when the police arrive!"

Tang Xiaojing's face was calm, and he was not intimidated by Zheng Yunsong's official position. He didn't even look at him. He held the cell phone in his hand tightly and retreated to Zhao Fan's side.

"If my son did do something illegal and criminal, I would never protect him. Even if he wanted to go to jail, he would have asked himself for it. However, after all, he is my son, and he was beaten so unknown, so I still have to ask for an explanation."

Zheng Yunsong snorted coldly, and glanced at Zhao Fan's face with resentment.

Zhao Fan was not interested in paying attention to this person? He just waited for the police to arrive and took the person away. He chose to ignore Zheng Yunsong's words.

At this time, Zheng Yunsong had no time to entangle with Zhao Fan. He snorted again, then took a step and walked towards Tang Xiaojing. While walking, he stretched out his hand to him and said casually: "This is Xiaohong's mobile phone, right? Show me what shameful things he had stored inside, so that you can fight so much!"

Tang Xiaojing's lips raised with a hint of sneer, and he was too lazy to talk to him, and he even shrank back. It only took a few hours to get Sun Qingsong and Xiaoyou to steal the phone from Zhao Fan's hand. How could he get this trick?

"Why, I, a father, have any problems with getting my son's personal belongings? Lao Tang, don't forget, you will still have to work in the central hospital in the future."

Zheng Yunsong's face turned black, and at this time his face was even more gloomy, and the threat in his words was already very obvious.
Chapter completed!