It is said that this is the largest outpatient clinic in the world, and the number of people it receives is also the highest in the world. The treatment of doctors is also world-class. Many experts have monthly salaries as high as seven figures, and many large foreign institutions are poaching people.
Don't leave.
Being able to stay in a VIP ward in such a hospital shows that the Jiang family was really willing to invest in it at the beginning and did not treat their old friends and relatives of their children badly.
Yi Xiangxi stood by a big tree and looked at the old man sitting on the dragon chair quietly. He was already in his twilight years, but he was neatly dressed, had a solemn face, and was well-maintained. He did not have the usual shrinkage of patients.
and sadness, as well as full-time caregivers, which shows that he lives a very good life.
This is a small private garden outside the VIP ward, and there are very few patients coming and going.
The old man said a few words, and the short, fat and kind-hearted middle-aged woman left temporarily. It seemed that she was going to get something for him.
At this time, Yi Xiangxi walked out slowly.
Qiao Dalin raised his head and met his eyes. In an instant, his expression changed.
Yi Xiangxi looked at him without blinking. However, the old man's eyes almost stopped moving, and his fear was palpable.
Yi Xiangxi smiled and spoke first: "Mr. Qiao, do you think I look familiar?"
Qiao Dalin's expression became very ugly, as if he was flustered and frightened. His hands could not help but tightly grasp the backrest of the wheelchair, almost seeping through. However, his eyes were fixed on this man's face. He tried to move away, but it seemed as if he was being caught.
The magnet caught it and couldn't move it an inch.
this person!
Shaped like a ghost.
It's just that the face in my memory is not so young, nor is it so handsome, especially the clean and neat aura... No, no, no, he is not that person. God forbid, he must not be that person.
"You...you are..."
"Mr. Qiao's memory doesn't seem to be very good... Liang Zhenhua, do you still remember this person?" He got straight to the point and didn't mince words at all.
Qiao Dalin shuddered and almost fell off the chair. However, Yi Xiangxi, with his quick eyesight, held him up, politely and with a smile on his face: "Mr. Qiao, sit down."
Qiao Dalin's eyes flashed with extreme panic, and he gripped the back of the chair tighter. If he had known how to meditate with one finger, he would have scratched the back of the chair long ago.
Liang Zhenhua!
The man opposite looked exactly like the same person.
However, this man has been dead for more than thirty years.
How could it be him?
How?
He was breathing heavily, and veins were pulsing on his pale face, as if he saw a life-threatening ghost: "You...you are finally here...are you here to settle accounts with me?"
Yi Xiangxi did not answer and changed the subject. He looked at the rooftop outside the ward, where there were some flowers and trees suitable for patients to rest. The ward was open, and you could see the spacious corridors and comfortable rooms, shaped like a hotel. God has no eyes.
How could such a person deserve such a good old age?
"Mr. Qiao, do you know how you got to live in a ward like this?"
The veins on the old man's forehead became more obvious, and his skinny hands began to tremble.
"Oh, I think you must know everything... these are all obtained with your daughter's body..."
The poor old man hissed: "Wheat? What did you do to my daughter?"