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Chapter 1787: Sister Nian: There are two more

However, out of respect for her relatives, she went over to comfort Tang Wanru and said, "Oh, don't think too much about it. The delicate girl has her own destiny, and she will be fine."

There was a lot of commotion outside. Everyone in the capital knew that Jiang Xianrou's medicine had killed someone. The He family was not an unknown person. How could Jiang Xianrou be fine for such a big thing?!

Ji people have their own destiny, but it is just a joke.

Tang Wanru gritted her teeth and looked towards the ward again, wanting to rush in and catch Qiao Nian to find the He family to beg for mercy.

But she didn't dare.

Don't dare at all.

She was still afraid of the revenge Qiao Nian said.

Tang Wanru could only squeeze the strap of the bag in her hand and leave the hospital angrily.

*

In Mr. Jiang's ward.

The walls and sheets in the white ward were all pure white. In the vast whiteness, an old man with gray hair lay quietly on the hospital bed.

At this moment, the old man's body was covered with various instruments, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

In the quiet ward, only the sound of the equipment could be heard.

After Qiao Nian came in, she stood beside Mr. Jiang's bed for a while, then dragged a stool from the side and sat down.

She pulled up the quilt for the unconscious person on the hospital bed, and then looked at the electrocardiograph on the bedside.

The waves above are gentler.

It can be seen that Mr. Jiang's situation is better than expected. At least all indicators have stabilized, but he is not awake yet.

Qiao Nian studied medicine by herself.

Understand that in this situation, there is no other option but to wait.

We just have to wait and see when the old man wakes up.

She sat on the edge of the hospital bed for a while, then stood up and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt into Mr. Jiang's hands, and then walked out gently.

Close the door to the ward.

In the corridor outside, Yuan Qing and others were still there.

But there is no trace of Tang Wanru.

Qiao Nian didn't care, ignored the group of people from the Jiang family, and went to the doctor's office on the second floor to inquire about Mr. Jiang's physical condition.

She also asked about Jiang Zongnan's situation, and called Shen Yugui and asked them to go to the orthopedics department to have a look when they came over in the afternoon.

After Qiao Nian finished all this, she found a quiet place at the corner of the stairs, leaned against the wall, propped up her legs, stood casually, took out her phone, and logged into Hongmeng's software.

Her profile picture just lit up.

I immediately received a message from Guan Yan.

Guan Yan is not as thin as the waist and talks too much.

Qiao Nian clicked on the message she sent to him. There were two messages in total, two location addresses, both in Beijing.

Qiao Nian's eyes darkened, and she scanned the picture with her white fingertips, saved the picture, turned out Bo Zheng's phone number with her backhand, and sent the two addresses in the form of a text message...

Then he sent another text message.

【qn: There are two more.】

After finishing all this, she exited Hongmeng's software without haste, her eyes were very cold, she put her hands back into her pockets, put one hand in her pockets, and left the First City Hospital with a sharp back.

*

There was quite a big fuss when Jiang Xianrou was sent to the police station by the He family.

People in Beijing and the city are basically paying attention to this matter.

Under such circumstances, no one noticed that Bo Zheng led his team to destroy several strongholds for three days in a row and surrendered a lot of things.

He family.

The burly man walked in in a hurry. When he saw He Congming, he immediately lowered his head and said in a voice as if he was mourning for his heir: "Boss, our stronghold in Nanluo Bay was also inspected by Team Bo. In the past three days, our capital city

All the strongholds have been taken down, what should we do next?”

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