Chapter 974 On the Road to Revenge, How Can There Be No Sacrifice?

"No matter how energetic Song Jiang is, he can't come out to cause trouble just after the explosion in the Song family. Besides, Feng Qiang's matter needs to be investigated in depth, and Song Jiang must know how to restrain himself." Sheng Xiao pointed at Mu Qiqi's nose and asked, "I understand. ?"

"Song Jiang himself committed evil and tricked his son and daughter. If I were him, I should commit suicide."

This is just Mu Qiqi's unilateral idea. Song Jiang never thinks so.

Even though Song Bozhi's right leg was gone this time, he still thought that on the way to revenge, how could he not sacrifice something?

"For someone like Song Jiang, who stirs up trouble in the name of revenge and disregards human life for his own desire for power, even his own children, I really don't believe that he will end up well."

"If you don't believe it, don't believe it. You have to let me take a shower first, right?"

After hearing this, Mu Qiqi stood up from Sheng Xiao's lap. Without Feng Qiang as a scourge, she should be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

…

Jianchuan Hospital, early the next morning.

Song Bozhi fell asleep in bed after his amputation, and he just woke up now.

And when he opened his eyes, the first person he saw was not his father Song Jiang, but his sister, Song Qiaozhi, whom he had looked down on before.

But I saw her wearing a white coat and making rounds with the surgeon.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Song Bozhi opened his mouth, but no words came out. Song Qiaozhi quickly put down the case information and moistened his lips. Only then did Song Bozhi feel that his throat had improved.

"I...why can't I move?"

Song Qiaozhi stood up straight and saw that his right leg was empty. He suddenly didn't know how to speak.

How smart was Song Bozhi? One look at her expression, and he knew that things were not going to be simple, so he tried his best to hold up his head and saw his lower body.

Then, he fell down with his eyes widened. For a moment, he couldn't accept it at all: "Where is my...leg?"

"Brother, don't be like this. Technology is so advanced now. You can still stand up and walk in the future, but you are missing your right leg."

"Just missing my right leg?" Song Bozhi almost went crazy when he got the affirmative answer, "What's the difference between me and a cripple now?"

"Brother, don't do this."

"Where's dad? Where's dad?" Song Bozhi looked around.

"I don't know, I haven't seen him, but I know he's fine." Song Qiaozhi replied patiently, "Now Feng Qiang's matter is quite big. Maybe he will go back to take charge of the overall situation."

After hearing this, Song Bozhi had no expression on his face, except for a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Go away and don't come to see me again."

"Brother..."

"You are the daughter-in-law of the Sheng family now, why do you still need to call me eldest brother? Besides, is there such a disabled eldest brother as me? I am not your eldest brother. I have always looked down on you, so don't be sentimental."

Song Qiaozhi knew how strong Song Bozhi's self-esteem was, so she didn't force it. She was an obstetrician herself, and she came simply to know if there was anything she could do to help, because she knew deeply that their father was a complete beast. .

But seeing how uncomfortable Song Bozhi was, Song Qiaozhi could only sigh, and then walked out of Song Bozhi's ward with other doctors.

Song Bozhi couldn't accept the pain of losing his right leg, so he picked up the cell phone on the bedside table with difficulty and called Song Jiang.

Because of the explosion, the screen of the mobile phone was shattered.

But he called Song Jiang three times in a row, but Song Jiang couldn't get through. The last time, Song Jiang's urgent voice came through: "Son, are you awake?"

"I'm awake, where are you?"

"I'm at home. Yashang is in a mess right now. You're injured. Someone has to take charge of the overall situation, right?"

"So, now that your son has lost his right leg, you can immediately go back to work like a normal person?" Song Bozhi found it unbelievable.

"Otherwise, all my hard work of more than 20 years will be destroyed in one day! I won't tell you anymore. You have a good rest." After saying that, Song Jiang hung up the phone.

On this day and night, the father who always asked for help was completely different. Song Bozhi even felt that what he lost might not be his legs, but Song Jiang's love.

Yes, a son without legs is just a mutilated chess piece, not as useful as before.

But who gave this?

For a moment, Song Bozhi wanted to call the police and die with Song Jiang.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was not worth it and he would let the old guy die by himself.

…

At noon that day, the TV news spent ten minutes reporting on the arrest of Feng Qiang.

All in all, it had been blown to pieces.

However, Feng Qiang was deeply involved, especially when he caused trouble in Zhongteng at the end, which simply exceeded the audience's imagination. This man was not only cruel, but also mentally retarded.

Zhongteng subsequently issued an announcement. This time, it cooperated with the police to arrest Feng Qiang. There were no casualties, and Zhongteng also resumed normal operations.

The police announced that they had solved the case, including the previous Lou Zhao case and the two subsequent bombings.

It's just a pity that the director failed to catch the survivors and clean up Song Jiang.

In the Jianchuan branch, the director stood in front of his desk and said to Tang Yan: "This operation to arrest Feng Qiang has hurt you. The house at home and the newborn son are all waiting for you." Settle in, I’ll give you a week’s holiday.”

"Don't you want to investigate the people in the Ninth Bureau? If you follow Feng Qiang's line, you can follow the clues and find out Song Jiang sooner or later." Tang Yan felt unwilling to do so. After all, the Song family provoked Feng Qiang. Yes, no one can guarantee that Song Jiang will be honest.

"People from the Ninth Bureau know what's appropriate, so just give me your leave!" The director waved his hand. He couldn't control the rest of the matter for a while. The Song family's problems can't be solved overnight. .

"Yes, Director." Tang Yan saluted towards the Director and was about to leave the Director's office, but when he reached the door, he was stopped by the Director.

"Tang Yan, this time the superiors intend to promote someone to be the deputy director, and I am very optimistic about you. You are already in your thirties, so let the newcomers do the charging at the front. You should also sit in the back. You should be in charge. Your son has just been born, and you have to think about your son."

In the past, Tang Yan would have refused.

He is not suitable for officialdom, and he likes to investigate cases freely on the front line.

However, this time is different.

"Thank you, Director, for your trust."

"Okay, a group of new people will come here soon for internship. You can help them. One of them is very good. He is the grandson of the Lin family. I am not interested in his family background, but based on his performance in the police academy." The director pointed. Tang Yan said seriously.