"Okay, then I'll send it to you."

"Don't have to be so troublesome, what else are you doing?"

"It has to be given, it has to be given!"

The dean said, he still personally sent He Tiancheng to the entrance of the hospital. When the bodyguards drove the car, the dean smiled and waved away.

"I thought it would take a few days for Tiancheng to leave, but I didn't expect to walk so fast."

The dean couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

It can be seen that He Tiancheng is here, and the pressure on him is also great.

When He Tiancheng’s attending physician heard this, he asked in puzzlement: “Dean, I don’t understand your expression a bit, do you want him to go or do you not want him to go?”

The dean said: "Of course I want him to go!"

"Don't you know, from yesterday to today, I didn't eat well, and I didn't sleep well."

"Tang Chen died at the King's Landing Hotel, but the city's chief report was that the rescue failed in our place, and that Shen Hao also died in our hospital. I am really stressed."

"Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with He Tiancheng. Otherwise, if these three people are dead, the matter will really become a big deal."

Hearing this, the attending doctor chased up suspiciously and asked, "This is a shooting, and it is not a medical accident in our hospital. There is no need to be so nervous, right?"

The dean put his hands on his back, shook his head and said: "The main reason is that too many eyes are staring at our hospital, which makes me feel uncomfortable and fearful."

As he said, he waved his hand, "Forget it, tell you that you don't understand."

After He Tiancheng left the hospital, he did not go straight to the He Group, but went to the Public Security Bureau.

Today, Tang Wuxiong is also waiting for news from the Public Security Bureau.

He was waiting for Yan Ming to find out what the result would be.

When He Tiancheng heard Zhao Fuqiang say that he would stay in Suhai for a few days, the first thing he did after he was discharged from the hospital was to go to talk with Tang Wuxiong.

After all, the two have also called several times.

Until now, I haven't seen it formally.

And when he learned that He Tiancheng was coming, Zhao Fuqiang was already waiting at the door and greeted He Tiancheng in.

"Lao He, you live in a courtyard, why do you still have a trip?" Zhao Fuqiang asked with a worried expression on his face.

What he told Zhao Fuqiang was just to remind him, and did not intend to let him come.

He Tiancheng smiled faintly upon hearing the words: "I don't have a big deal. Now that I know Mr. Tang is here, I'd better come and have a look."

When approaching the director's office, Zhao Fuqiang suddenly whispered: "Old He, pay attention, Yan Ming, that kid, kept saying that Tang Chen's death has something to do with you."

"I think Tang Wuxiong has listened to it, so you should be careful."

Although Tang Wuxiong is much better than He Tiancheng in terms of identity, Tang Wuxiong is from Kyoto after all.

No matter how powerful he is, it is beyond reach.

With Lin Qiaoqiao's background, there are two different arguments.

So it would be good to take the opportunity to have a better relationship with He Tiancheng, Su Hai's richest man.

After all, they are all local, and they must all be towards their own people.

Zhao Fuqiang understood that no matter how he was, Tang Wuxiong would not do him any good.

But He Tiancheng is different, and his relationship with Lin Qiaoqiao is very unusual, so Zhao Fuqiang still knows which side he should stand on.

But the respectability on the surface is also indispensable at all.

"I have no grudges against Yan Ming?"

"Why does he mess with me like this?" He Tiancheng looked depressed when he heard what Zhao Fuqiang said.

In terms of acting skills, He Tiancheng is simply talented, and he knows himself without a teacher.

Zhao Fuqiang also said angrily: "Who knows what's going on with this kid!"

"If it hadn't been for Yan Ming to have said something to investigate in front of Tang Wuxiong, I would have locked up Yan Ming, a kid who had nothing to troubleshoot."

"Oh, well, anyway, you are not afraid of the shadow leaning, let him check it out!"

He Tiancheng was not ashamed or embarrassed to say, he still put on a helpless look on his face.

"Yes, yes, but you can rest assured, this is Yan Ming, I will definitely handle it well and not let him mess around."

"Okay, then I will trouble Bureau Zhao."

"Walk around. Let's go in."

Zhao Fuqiang took He Tiancheng and Chen Mo to the office, but unexpectedly ran into Ding Jiameng head-on.

"Bureau Zhao, Mr. He."

Ding Jiameng greeted him and swept his eyes on He Tiancheng's face several times.

Every time she saw He Tiancheng, she felt that his temperament was unique, and people couldn't help but look at it more.

After all, He Tiancheng, who has a perfect luck value and a high charm value, is naturally very attractive to the heroine.

He Tiancheng nodded at her, said nothing, and went to the office with Zhao Fuqiang.

When he arrived, Tang Wuxiong was holding Tang Chen's phone and looking at it, as if he was learning everything about Tang Chen in Suhai.

But in his mobile phone, other than taking pictures with Qiu Xue and information for her daily chat, there is nothing useful.

He basically has no contact with those rich and young in Kyoto.

In Tang Wuxiong's eyes, Tang Chen's life here is extremely monotonous and impoverished.

Seeing He Tiancheng and others arrived, he looked away.

"You are here."

Tang Wuxiong said, putting down the phone, the expression on his face was very plain, and he could hardly see any emotions.

"Yeah." He Tiancheng nodded.

Zhao Fuqiang said with a smile, "Yes, sit down, sit down."