Outright Favoritism Chapter 207: : Report letter

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Is it illegal?

Of all the medical drugs sold on the market, which one is not mass-produced after human testing?

Li Qiao looked at Guan Mingchen quietly, her eyes were cool, she knocked on the table, slowly got up, her tone was indifferent, "If that's the case, then forget it."

Li Qiao was too lazy to spend his words on this kind of thing.

If Guan Mingyu's strange illness aroused her and the laboratory's interest, she probably wouldn't waste time on the siblings.

Li Qiao got up and left. She didn't move the bottle of Coke on the table.

Guan Mingyu wanted to call her anxiously, but impulsively Guan Mingchen had chased her out.

"Miss Li, wait for you."

Outside the restaurant, Li Qiao stopped, but did not look back.

Guan Mingchen walked up to her quickly, facing Li Qiao's indifferent gaze, he clenched his mouth, "If, I mean, if you have no other purpose, then why do you want to help us?"

At the bottom of the society, Guan Mingchen has experienced too much human love.

He never believed that someone would provide help selflessly, and even if they did, it must be of interest.

And Li Qiao looked at him lukewarmly, and gave a concise answer: "It's not a help, just take what you need."

They have no money but want to treat the disease, and the laboratory happens to be willing to research, nothing more.

Guan Mingchen's eyes dazzled, rolling her Adam's apple, a bit weird, "What is wrong with my sister's body? Is it really worth the national academician to come forward and study it?"

"Chromosomal mutation." Li Qiao gave the answer in a quiet voice, ignoring Guan Mingchen's trance look, before turning around and leaving, she left a sentence, "If you are willing to join, then come to the laboratory to find me tomorrow afternoon."

Guan Mingchen looked at Li Qiaoyuan's walking back, his eyes suddenly filled with complexity.

……

Time, two o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Qiao, who was in the office of the Nanyang Police Station, received a call from Duan Shuyuan. Grandpa Duan Jingming suddenly fainted in the afternoon and was rushed to the affiliated hospital.

At this time, Fei Zhihong looked at the figure of Li Qiao getting up and about to leave, and couldn't help standing up too, "What's the matter?"

Li Qiao frowned slightly, "Grandpa is in the hospital, I'll take a look."

Fei Zhihong naturally knew Duan Jingming, looked at the report file at hand, and couldn't help suggesting: "I'll go with you. It's been a long time since I saw the old man."

"Farewell." Li Qiao shook her head and turned her eyes down on his desk. "There will be a lot of people in the hospital, maybe the person who reported it will be on the spot."

Fei Zhihong's eyes narrowed, "Do you know who made the report?"

At this moment, Li Qiao slowly opened the door, stood still, looked back, and smiled at Fei Zhihong's worried expression, "Probably know."

After saying that, Li Qiao left.

The day before yesterday, the police station inexplicably received an anonymous report in the suggestion box, with a USB flash drive, which recorded the scene of Li Qiao's beating on the river bank that night.

The statement in the report letter sincerely hopes that the police department will investigate and stated that the video has been notarized and is absolutely true.

Fei Zhihong felt that the reporter must have deliberately targeted Li Qiao.

The other party may not know that everything that happened on the river bank that night has been recorded in the police station for a long time.

Including the criminal who was injured by Li Qiao, who is still being held in the detention center.

……

At the affiliated hospital, Li Qiao came near the ward and looked up and saw many people standing in the corridor.

Basically all the Duan family members are here.

When Duan Shuyuan saw Li Qiao, she hurriedly reached out to greet her, "Qiao Qiao, come here."

Li Qiao looked around in the ward and found that several doctors were consulting in front of the bed. Duan Jingming was lying on the bed and looked haggard. Her eyebrows constricted slightly, "How about Grandpa?"