Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

This time, the staff blocked the door of the ward and wanted to take Mr. Song away.

Faced with various reasons given by Song Jing and private lawyers, the staff was helpless.

"Mr. Song, last time we took the old man on medical parole because of his poor health, but this time it's really not possible! Our bureau's hotline has been overwhelmed during this period, and we are under great pressure. , I really can’t be more accommodating!”

Song Jing was silent for a moment and nodded to the staff: "I understand, but I have to go through the discharge procedures for the old man first. In addition, the old man's daily necessities and medicines also need to be sorted. Please wait a moment."

"Okay, let's wait another half hour."

The staff breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Song Jing did not forcibly hinder them from performing their official duties.

As for whether Song Jing is really going to organize Mr. Song's daily necessities, or whether he is going to mediate the relationship, it doesn't matter.

At least it doesn't embarrass them.

Song Jing really wanted to take advantage of this time to find connections.

When public opinion arose before, he also found a lot of connections.

But this matter was so big that everyone was watching, and no one dared to intervene easily.

Now that grandpa is about to be taken away, Song Jing wants to try again.

In the ward, Mr. Song had just woken up and vaguely heard someone making noise at the door.

He asked the old housekeeper to go and take a look: "What's going on? Is someone looking for me?"

The old housekeeper quickly stood in front of the hospital bed, blocking Mr. Song's view: "It's nothing, it's in another ward, it has nothing to do with us..."

"Get out of the way!"

Mr. Song saw through the unnatural look on the old housekeeper's face at a glance, and stood up to get out of bed.

The old housekeeper quickly stopped him: "Master, have a good rest. No matter what happens outside, the young master will handle it well!"

"It's my business, I'll take it upon myself, why bother embarrassing my grandson."

Mr. Song glanced outside and saw the uniforms of the staff, and he already understood.

He raised his hand to unbutton the hospital gown and asked the old housekeeper to get him some clothes.

"Old Wei, you have been with me all your life. You know my temper. Don't stop me. Go ahead and bring me decent clothes."

"Master..." The old housekeeper felt sour and couldn't help but choked up his voice.

Yes, he did know Mr. Song's temper very well.

The old man has always wanted to be strong, so how could he tolerate the young master begging for help for his own sake?

The old housekeeper held back his sadness and turned around to get clothes for Mr. Song.

Twenty minutes later, Song Jing hurried back to the door of the ward.

He has asked someone to plead for mercy, and Zhan Mochen and Mr. Zhan are also looking for someone to do something.

As long as we can delay it for another half hour, we should be able to prevent Mr. Song from being taken away.

But when he looked up, he saw the door to the ward was wide open.

Mr. Song's figure appeared at the door.

He was wearing a gray suit, and his usually slightly stooped figure was particularly upright now, looking energetic.

The gray hair was neatly combed, and the old face was as calm as ever.

His sharp eyes swept over the group of people at the door, and he raised his hands with a calm expression.

"I'll go with you."

"grandfather!"

Song Jing's stern look instantly shattered: "You don't have to go, I will find out what's going on..."

"Grandpa knows you can find out."

Mr. Song waved his hand and interrupted what he was about to say: "Right and wrong, right and wrong, have their own conclusions. I believe you can find the truth. But right now, don't make it difficult for everyone."

Mr. Song patted Song Jing on the shoulder, comforted him, and turned to face the staff.

"Let's go."

The staff was shocked by Mr. Song's indifference. They were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses and hurriedly explained.

"Mr. Song, you don't have to be like this. You are old, just follow me."

At Mr. Song's age, as long as he is willing to go with them, there is no need to be handcuffed.

Mr. Song nodded: "Okay, thank you for taking care of my old bones." After saying that, he looked back at Song Jing for the last time and walked towards the elevator first.

The staff was overjoyed, but felt inexplicably flustered.

They are distressed when the big boss doesn't cooperate.

The boss was too cooperative, and they felt something was wrong.

Really...

The staff endured the confusion and assured Song Jing: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, we will take care of Mr. Song!"

After saying that, he quickly left.

The old housekeeper carried the packed things and chased after him for two steps, then stopped and looked back at Song Jing with tears in his eyes.

"Master, can you find someone to be accommodating and let me go in with the master? I can still take care of him..."

"No, Uncle Wei, I'll deliver the things. You're not in good health, so you should take this time to rest."

Song Jing took the bag containing the things from the old housekeeper and followed quickly.

And his broken expression has returned to calm, and he no longer tries to do useless work.

No one can stop what grandpa decides.

The only thing he can do now is to find a way to make his grandfather's life in there easier, seize the time to find out the truth, and give his grandfather an early innocence.

The old housekeeper looked at Song Jing's hurried away figure and could no longer hold back his tears.

When I was young, although I had a bad temper and acted forcefully, I had never done anything harmful to nature or harmed innocent people.

Why do you still have to suffer this jail sentence when you are so old?

The old man is so proud and arrogant, how can he swallow this breath!

No, he still has to follow the master and take good care of him so that he can rest assured!

The old housekeeper wiped his tears and called his contacts.

"I want to ask you one thing, find a way to send me to a detention center, okay?"

The person on the other side of the phone: "..."

I'm a little speechless and can't do it.

……

Mr. Song, who was officially detained, didn't know that the old housekeeper was trying his best to go to jail with him. He behaved calmly all the way.

The staff of the police station also took good care of Mr. Song as they promised to Song Jing.

Not only was a single cell arranged for Mr. Song, but the food and medicine were also in place, and he was provided with delicious food and drinks.

On the first day after entering, Mr. Song said nothing.

When I should eat and drink, I would just lie on the bed and close my eyes to rest, as if I had accepted the fact that I was being detained.

The next day, Mr. Song also acted very cooperatively during the interrogation.

The interrogation staff asked him what he said, without any concealment or distortion of facts.

But these clues are of little significance to Mr. Song's exoneration.

Mr. Song did indeed kick Di Jing, and Di Jing did die of myocardial infarction.

Even if Mr. Song was acting in legitimate defense, he was also suspected of over-defense.

After the interrogation, Mr. Song was taken back to the cell.

After the two staff members walked out of the interrogation room, they couldn't help but sigh.

"Think about it, Mr. Song. He used to be a powerful figure in Haicheng, but now he has fallen to this stage. How pitiful."

Another person was unimpressed: "What's so pitiful about this?"

"When this old man was young, the world was in chaos, and only those who were cruel and aggressive could live well. Now we are in a legal society. If you commit a crime, you must be severely punished by the law. Even Song Mingxuan is no exception."

"Well, you are right. No matter how powerful the Song family is, they cannot go against everyone..."

The two walked away while talking.

Mr. Song's steps froze for a moment and he suddenly staggered. (End of chapter)