"Do you know what the relationship between the two people in that ward is?" Jiang Yue asked the nurse at the nurse station.

The head nurse glanced over there, "Our attending doctor asked the man that day, and he said he was the son of Mrs. Changchunju."

son?

Jiang Yue's eyebrows moved.

If Evergreen is Trump's mother, then Trump has a reason to risk appearing in City A.

Jiang Yue was waiting for Lao Fu to bring people over, but Lao Fu's men left the ward before he arrived at Trump.

Jiang Yue frowned and left the nurse's station to follow him.

Trun drove away from the hospital. It was obvious that he noticed someone following him behind him, so his car kept trying to get rid of Jiang Yue's car.

Jiang Yue contacted Lao Fu.

"How is it? We arrived at the hospital in five minutes."

Jiang Yue stared at the car that Trump mentioned in front of him and said to the old Fu on the other side of the phone: "No, Trump has left the hospital now. I am following him. The location has been passed to you."

"Okay, let's go there right away."

The phone hung up, speeding up the severity of the traffic catching up with Trump's car on a road with extremely high traffic.

Jiang Yue's car had already hung a sirens, and the cars around her naturally dodged the road for her.

Jiang Yue found an angle to force Trump to stop his car, but Trump directly hit the car in front of him regardless of his safety and drove a way out.

Trun's car was rushing around the road like crazy, without red street lights.

Jiang Yue's car followed his car and did not dare to relax at all.

The ringtone came from the Bluetooth headset, and Jiang Yue answered the phone.

"We have contacted the traffic team to set up roadblocks in front of you, so you can be careful."

Jiang Yue looked at the road ahead, "How far am I from the roadblock now?"

"One thousand meters."

"receive."

Jiang Yue hung up the phone, increased the car's degree to the maximum, and cooperated with colleagues from the traffic police department to intercept Trump with roadblocks as much as possible.

In almost the blink of an eye, Jiang Yue saw the traffic police team in a row in the intersection in front and the roadblocks set up on the road.

At this level, the car will be ruined even if it rushes over.

Jiang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and her feet that were stepping on the accelerator had already relaxed.

However, just as the car was declining in front of her, the desperate car suddenly drifted in place, turning the front of the car in a daze, knocked open the fence, and drove into another lane.

Jiang Yue cursed inwardly, turning the steering wheel quickly without hesitation.

The tires squeaked on the ground, and a burst of white smoke came out.

Jiang Yue went to chase Trump's car, and colleagues from the traffic police team realized that they were about to get in, and then Jiang Yue and Trump's cars had disappeared into the traffic.

Jiang Yue raised her car. Every time she thought she could stop him from Trunk's car, the other party would distance herself from her again, as if she was deliberately teasing her.

Jiang Yue tightened the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, trying to hit Trump's car from the side to force him to stop him. However, just as her car was lifted, three cars suddenly popped up from behind, clamping her car in the middle.

This was uncomfortable. She was completely restricted. She watched Trump's car disappear before her.

The red car window next to it slid down, revealing a teasing face, raising his middle finger at Jiang Yue, then lifted the car and three cars disappeared in front of him.

Jiang Yue wanted to chase after him, but when the three cars exchanged positions, her car wiped through the fence several times, but was finally shaken by the red car in front of her, and her car hit the fence.

She couldn't stop four cars at all.

Jiang Yue kicked the car door and got out of the car, watching them disappear before her.

asshole!

Jiang Yue almost bleeded her teeth.

Take out the cell phone from the car and Jiang Yue dialed Lao Fu's phone number.

"The person is lost, and there is some support from Trump. They are heading to the other side of Jianshe Road."

"I got it, we arranged people to surround us."

The phone hung up, Jiang Yue kicked the car that had been turned off, and then called Meng Liang.

"Let Fang Weiwei come and pick me up, and I will give you the location."

Jiang Yue gave the position to Meng Liang, and then gave him the license plates of the four cars just now.

Fang Weiwei appeared half an hour later. Jiang Yue's hands and feet were blown coldly by the cold wind, and she sat in the car for a long time before she recovered.

Her car was towed away, and Jiang Yue and Fang Weiwei also returned to the police station.

There was no news from Lao Fu, and Jiang Yue sat in the temporary office with a cold face and looked at Chang Chunju’s information.

Chang Chunju, an unmarried and returning home, was hospitalized half a year ago, and the doctor has issued a critical illness notice.

Jiang Yue frowned as Chang Chunju’s information.

The family signature on the critical illness notice of Changchunju is Jack.

Fang Weiwei handed Jiang Yue a cup of warm water, "Secretary, what do you think of Trump's relationship with this old lady Changchunju?"

Jiang Yue pursed her lips, "The nurse in the hospital said that the man claimed to be Chang Chunju's son, and he also paid all the hospital fees for Chang Chunju, which were paid in cash."

"Is there any news from Team Fu?" Fang Weiwei asked.

"Not yet." Jiang Yue put down the information in her hand, "Fang Weiwei, contact the people from the criminal police team and ask them to arrange for someone to guard the ward of the old lady Chang Chunju. If Trunk really has a mother-son relationship with this old man, Trunk will come back."

"yes."

Fang Weiwei went to contact the people from the criminal police team.

Jiang Yue leaned against the table and rubbed her painful head. When she pressed her to the painful place, she was stunned.

The warm feeling of fingertips...

Jiang Yue looked at her fingertips.

It's blood.

When the car hit the railing, it seemed that the front windshield was broken...

Jiang Yue tightened her eyebrows irritably.

Meng Liang gave Jiang Yue the license plate numbers of the four cars he found. He was about to say something to Jiang Yue and turned around and saw Jiang Yue looking at her hands.

Meng Liang stood up and looked, and almost screamed when he saw Jiang Yue’s fingertips.

"Secretary, what's wrong with you? Where did you get injured?"

Jiang Yue came back to her senses and looked up at the anxious gaze of Weiwei and Meng Liang above.

"I...I'm fine, I'll go to the infirmary."

As he said that, Jiang Yue got up and walked out, Meng Liang quickly followed, "The deputy director took you to the hospital."

"No, go to the infirmary..."

"Don't show off, deputy director."

Meng Liang pulled Jiang Yue into the car with an attitude of not allowing Jiang Yue to refuse.

Jiang Yue leaned against the car and kept holding her cell phone. She was waiting for news from Lao Fu.

When they arrived at the hospital, Meng Liang took her to the emergency room.

There was no big problem, I just tickled the glass, cleaned it up, put on gauze, and gave it a shot of tetanus.

Meng Liang took her medicine and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the hospital, his cell phone rang. Jiang Yue quickly took out his cell phone.

I thought it was Mr. Quan who called me, but the caller ID was Mr. Quan.

Jiang Yue hesitated for a moment and answered, "Have my parents sent them home?"

"I'll go to the hospital right away, wait for me."

Jiang Yue was stunned and looked at Meng Liang who was slightly guilty next to her.

Meng Liang looked elsewhere.

It is necessary for the family to know about the head hurt.

Jiang Yue took his hand and walked down the steps, "It's okay, it's all bandaged."

"I have arrived."

Quan Shaozheng said these three words and hung up the phone. Jiang Yue looked up and glanced around, and his eyes fixed on Quan Shaozheng who opened the door and got out of the car.

Quan Shaozheng was still wearing the same clothes as before. He strode over, took the corner of his coat, and his eyes were locked tightly on her.

Jiang Yue put away her cell phone, and Mr. Quan fought to stop in front of her.
Chapter completed!