Chapter 342

"Sun... President sun?"

The little nurse asked again with some embarrassment. Sun Tao responded. Some incredibly stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face. As a result, he felt a sticky one. He was frightened and rushed out with a terrible howl. His fat body burst out with an unparalleled speed, which became a wonder of the provincial Hospital

……

After all the dust has settled, it's evening. After helping the medical staff deal with the patients with hemophilia, ye Mo returns to old Chen's office for tea. Old Chen has stayed in Duan's residence for two days. Now there is only Ye Mo in such a large office.

"Ding Ding!"

Just as ye Mo lies down on the sofa to rest, the phone on old Chen's desk suddenly rings. Ye Mo glances at the phone, but doesn't move.

After the phone rang for a while, no one answered and hung up automatically, but it rang again in a few seconds. It seems that the caller is in a hurry and didn't give up so directly.

Yemo had to get up, walk over and connect the phone.

"Is that Mr. Chen?"

When the phone was connected, there came a thick voice of a middle-aged man.

"Old Chen is not here. Please call your mobile phone if you have something to do."

Ye Mo raised his eyebrows and said, vaguely feeling that the voice was familiar.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man on the phone was obviously stunned when he heard Ye Mo's words. Unexpectedly, Chen's landline was connected by a young man who sounded very young and questioned.

The three words are obviously just ordinary inquiries, and they are still asked across the phone, but perhaps because of some aura, Yemo feels a pressure.

"I'm old Chen's assistant. He's not in the provincial hospital now."

Ye Mo frowns slightly, and has a vague speculation about the identity of the other party. The other party speaks slowly, but has its unique rhythm, and the voice is not angry.

Generally speaking like this are some high-ranking and powerful people. Their high position all year round will lead to momentum in their words. People can feel oppressive only through words.

"Mr. Chen's assistant..."

Hearing Ye Mo's reply, the middle-aged man on the phone was a little silent, digested the news, and looked a little surprised.

"Mr. Chen's personal phone can't be reached. I'm in a hurry. Little brother, do you have time to contact me? If you have news from Mr. Chen, please contact me at the first time."

Although middle-aged people express in a hurry, their speech speed is very slow, so that people can't hear any emotional fluctuations.

Ye Mo frowned slightly and fell into meditation. His eyes inadvertently scanned a Dongjiang Economic Daily on Chen's desk. When he saw the title, his eyes shrunk slightly and he had a conclusion in his heart.

"I'm afraid it won't work. The place where Chen goes may be inconvenient, you know."

Yemo reached out and took out his ear. He believed that if his speculation was correct, the other party could not understand what he said.

Sure enough, the person on the phone directly fell into silence. After a moment, he said, "I know. Thank you, little comrade."

"Well, if Chen comes back early, I'll tell him."

Yemer promised to hang up.

"Just a moment, please."

Just as yemer was about to hang up, the people on the phone suddenly shouted at him.

"Little comrade, you should be a doctor?"

The middle-aged man on the phone asked in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Ye Mo arrives briefly. Although he guesses the identity of this person, ye Mo doesn't move his mind. His tone is flat

"If you can, I'd like to invite you over."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and then said. Obviously, he was more eager to make such a bad decision because of the truth of his affairs.

Ye Mo is slightly stunned. He doesn't expect that he can trust Chen as the other party. It seems that Chen is also very important in the bottom of each other's heart. Only when he loves Wu and Wu can he trust himself.

"I'm almost off work. If I need it, it's no problem."

Yemo reached out and knocked on the table. After a little thought, he said.

"Well, please come here."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth after a faint smile.

"I'll send someone to pick you up."

"OK."

……

After putting down the phone, ye Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at the newspaper on the table again, and there were waves in his heart. This one finally came back. At this time, he returned to Guangyuan. What kind of judgment and decision did he have for the turbulent dark tide under the Dongjiang River.

Ordinary people can't subvert the whole situation on their own, because they don't have enough power, that is to say, they don't have this strength, but this one is different. He can definitely do this. No matter which force is involved, they must worry about this one's attitude, because he is the Secretary of the Standing Committee of Dongjiang City, dongshengping!

Ye Mo's ear power can't be mistaken. Dongshengping was in Yanjing before, which was known by the people of the whole city. When Hongxi District happened, Dongjiang TV also broadcast a video of dongshengping's attitude towards this matter in Yanjing. Ye Mo listened to it specially at that time, so he remembered it.

I just didn't expect that such a leader of Dongjiang city and a man with good hands and eyes in Guangyuan province came back quietly.

Ye Mo gets up, takes the medicine box on the cabinet, simply arranges it, sits on the sofa, squints and waits.

About five minutes or so, a car with a small size drove into the courtyard of the provincial hospital. Then ye Mo's mobile phone rang. It was a strange number he had never seen before.

Ye Mo looks down through the window of old Chen's office, and a curve is drawn around the corner of his mouth to connect the phone.

"Hello, is this Dr. ye?"

When the phone was connected, there came a young man's voice, with clear articulation and balanced speaking speed. At first glance, he had entered a special oral training, and the standard was mandarin without a trace of Dongjiang accent.

"It's me."

Ye Mo said that there was no emotional fluctuation in his tone. If there was some speculation before, it can be almost confirmed now. Although it was not the No. 1 car of Dongjiang municipal government, it was obviously also the model license plate in the government fleet, and the identity of the opposite party was obvious.

"Dr. ye, I've been downstairs of the provincial hospital. Please come down after you clean up. The boss is in a hurry. Please forgive me."

The tone of the young man on the phone was very polite, but also very clever.