Seeing that although she was dressed simply, she was clean and clean, had good skin care, and was calm in her manner. She was holding a high-end mobile phone worth five or six thousand yuan. She didn't look like an ordinary old lady, she secretly praised her.

After taking an X-ray, the diagnosis was that the tibia of the left calf was broken, which was nothing serious. The doctor took medicine, gave it a cast, and prescribed several boxes of anti-inflammatory Western medicine, so he was sent to the ward to rest.

Just as she was about to say goodbye, Old Mrs. Zhang grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Xiao Song, accompany me first, and wait until my son comes before leaving."

When Song Baojun thought about it, he felt that he had left her here and there was no one else in the ward. If he wanted to drink water and went to the toilet, he stayed to chat with him. Since all the good things had been done, he might as well send the Buddha to the west.

Old Mrs. Zhang smiled and said, "Xiao Song, you said in person that you would be my mother to raise for the rest of your life. Does this count?" The eyes that looked at him were full of kindness.

"I, Song Baojun, will do my best. Now that the social atmosphere is corrupt, I must set an example and take responsibility." Song Baojun responded with a high-sounding sound.

Of course, there is still a condition for "raising me as my mother for the rest of my life", that is, you cheat me out. But then again, I am so stupid that I asked you cheat me out? Is it a vegetarian personality?

Old Mrs. Zhang laughed: "Xiao Song, I have something to do..."

"Auntie, you said."

"Auntie is old, there are no people around you, and my son is always busy with work. I can see people a few times a month. Is it okay for my mother to recognize you as her godson? You are so popular." Old Mrs. Zhang's eyes looked at him full of enthusiasm.

Song Baojun could not resist the eager expectations of an old man. After thinking about it, he agreed: "Then I will call you godmother in the future." Anyway, calling an old man like this is not a loss.

After chatting for a while, Old Mrs. Zhang's son arrived quickly. A middle-aged man in his early forties, with a low figure, a national face, a straight nose, and a neatly combed hair, looking extraordinary. There were two other people, carrying small bags and phones, and followed carefully two steps behind. It was obviously his entourage.

Her son called out as soon as he entered the ward: "Mom!" He spoke with three-point anxious and five-point uneasy. He nodded to Song Baojun.

Old Mrs. Zhang was originally having a smile on her face when she talked to Song Baojun. When she saw him, she immediately turned her face and snorted heavily in the nose.

"Mom, how are you doing? Is it okay?" Xie Qiangguo quickly walked to the bed and grabbed his mother's hand. A follower quickly found a small stool under the bed and wiped it clean and sent it behind him.

"You still have the face to come here. If your mother dies on the street, you don't know! You either hold meetings or go on business trips all day long. You are so busy that you still think of yourself as the leader of the country! How many times have you served the people today? How many percentage points have the poverty rate of citizens decreased? Which township enterprises have you visited?"

When Mrs. Zhang saw her son, she got angry first and reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes: "If it weren't for Xiao Song today, I would never have seen my good grandson again."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Xie Qiangguo's face, and then Ning calmed down. Seeing that it was nothing important to me, he held her hand and comforted her a few words, and ordered the young man behind him: "Call Director Zhou Xiaoke of Renhe Hospital and ask him to come here."

He stood up and reached out to Song Baojun and said, "Young man, my name is Xie Qiangguo. I work in the district government. Thank you very much today. Can you tell me the details of the matter?"

This matter is simple, and Song Baojun made it clear in a few words. Xie Qiangguo's face turned cold and he snorted: "If you hit and run, you should be punished severely and severely."

Zhang A Niang couldn't help but interrupt and said, "The onlookers surrounded me for three or four floors, but others were afraid of being cheated and didn't dare to come to save me. It's better for Xiao Chen to be honest and say he is not afraid of being cheated. At worst, he can treat me as my biological mother for the rest of his life. I can hear this clearly!"

Xie Qiangguo's national face suddenly showed strong appreciation. The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more scared. If he was a few minutes late at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

I couldn't help but look at Song Baojun. Seeing that the young man was generous and modest, the simple "Chhashan Pesticide" T-shirt was so eye-catching that it was rare for a passerby who had never met to do this. The enthusiasm and sincerity he showed during this period, and the kindness and other beautiful feelings that he showed were very consistent with his own eyes. I thought I would like to thank him very much.

He said immediately: "Young man, okay, that's great!"

Song Baojun appropriately showed Lei Feng's spirit of "doing good things without leaving a name", saying: "It should be, it should be."

Old Mrs. Zhang said: "Strongguo, I just recognized Baojun as my godson. From now on, you will be two brothers. If you have any problems, you have to help your younger brother."

Xie Qiangguo held his mother's hand and smiled, "Mom, don't worry, Xiao Song is our family's great benefactor, we should repay our kindness well."

At this time, three or four doctors in white coats rushed over. The leader walked to Xie Qiangguo with sweat on his head, nodded and bowed, "Director Xie, I, I, I don't know that the old lady is seeing the disease. I will arrange a suitable ward for you and arrange the best treatment conditions to ensure that the old lady recovers and is discharged from the hospital."

Xie Qiangguo shook hands with the man and said lukewarmly: "Director Wu, just do everything according to the rules."

Song Baojun's eyes flashed and then disappeared. Good boy, he was still the director of the district government? I don't know which district he was from? I think the official position is not small, no wonder he could bring his entourage and secretary with him, and he could call the hospital director in one phone call.

Dean Wu wiped his sweat and said, "Director Xie, I will report the treatment plan to you!"

When he received a call from the director's secretary, President Wu had already realized something and specially found the doctor on duty to learn more about the situation. So he formulated a plan for this matter. At this time, he had a good answer with Xie Qiangguo, and he was very prepared.

While they were talking, several nurses had already entered one after another, lifting Mrs. Zhang into the wheelchair with slight hands. Judging from their intentions, they seemed to be transferred to the advanced special care unit.

Xie Qiangguo nodded and said, "Just do what you said. Xiao Yang, call Wang Jianbing, director of the district public security bureau, and ask him to come with the traffic police team. Traffic hit-and-run must be severely punished!"

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Chapter completed!