"Don't be afraid, if there's any blame from above, I'll take it all."
"Alright, as long as you said that. Then I'll help you find a few more actors." Qian Fu immediately took out his phone and started making calls to get people.
"But I'm a little concerned right now, will doing this really not worsen the condition of the patient in bed 13?"
"No, he's already like this, how much worse can it get?"
"Let's go ask the Chief of the Detention Area."
"Okay." With that, the two of them walked towards the Chief's office in the detention area.
Upon arrival, they found the door open, and the bald-headed Chief was chatting with someone else.
"Chief, I have something to discuss with you." Qing Wanglai concisely explained his plan.
The Chief took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, lit it, and took a puff. "Oh, sure, give it a try."
"Then can you sign this for me?" Qing Wanglai said, handing over the pen and paper he had in his hand.
