Doctor Xu came with a medicine box, took a look at it, treated it briefly, and said it was just a minor scratch.
Wang Donglin asked if she had a concussion. Doctor Xu looked at her carefully and said it would be best to take her to take a X-ray.
Wang Donglin pondered and shook his head.
Doctor Xu didn't say anything more. No matter what strange things happened in this big house, he was always surprised. Over the years, he had come here so many times that he lost count. This time, it was really the most strange thing.
Insignificant.
The only exception was that the injuries of women he had seen before were completely different from this kind of fall injury.
Moreover, this woman was wrapped up tightly.
Even the third young master showed nervousness on his face for the first time, and he walked around with his eyes wide open for a long time.
However, he still reminded him dutifully: "Mr. Wang, the brain matter can be big or small. It's best to go for a check-up. If there are any sequelae or the like, it's hard to say."
"No, you can go."
Wang Donglin handed him a written check. When he saw the amount, he was slightly surprised, only to hear Wang Donglin say in a deep voice, "Don't mention this to anyone."
"Thank you Mr. Wang, I have never been a talkative person."
Doctor Xu left, and the flames in Wang Donglin's heart had long been extinguished. He just glanced at Yan Xixi, who was still unconscious, and went out angrily.
On Friday, Huang Xiaojue got off work very late.
He returned to the community, parked the car, and was about to walk home when he saw a very familiar luxury car parked next to him.
When the car owner saw him, he got out of the car and handed over a check with a very arrogant expression: "This is paid back to you in detail. Fifty thousand is the principal, fifty thousand is the interest and rent, and the remaining one hundred thousand is your money for the past many years."
As compensation for taking care of her. Huang Xiaojue, from now on you are not allowed to ask about Yan Xixi’s whereabouts again."
Huang Xiaojue didn't even look at the check, grabbed him by the collar, and said angrily: "Where did you hide Xixi? Where is she? You are not allowed to hurt her..."
Wang Donglin smiled and put him away: "Wan, buy out your past. Huang Xiaojue, listen carefully. From now on, Yan Xixi has nothing to do with you."
Huang Xiaojue tried to rush forward again, but the two plainclothes men beside Wang Donglin took action to keep him away.
He struggled hard, but these two plainclothes men were obviously retired special forces soldiers and could not be dealt with by ordinary people.
Wang Donglin took a step back to take time to calm down and slapped the check on his face, "Boy, if you are sensible, please stop being so entangled, otherwise I won't be so polite next time."
He waved his hand, and the two bodyguards let go of Huang Xiaojue, followed him into the car, and drove away.
Huang Xiaojue stayed where he was, unfolding the check and looking at it. Huang's mother's angry voice came from behind: "Son, what's wrong? A gangster threatened you just now? It was the security guard who called us. Are you okay?"
Huang's father also hurriedly chased him out: "Xiaojue, what's going on? Who is it?"
Huang Xiaojue didn't answer. Huang's mother had sharp eyes. She saw the check in his hand and took it over. She looked at it in surprise for a few times and then slowly understood, "Did Yan Xixi give it back to you?"
Huang Xiaojue kept staring in the direction in which the luxury car was leaving, even though he couldn't see anything.
Father Huang said in a deep voice: "It's okay to break it off. Xiaojue, we can't afford to offend people like this. From now on, you should never go to Yan Xixi again. She has nothing to do with you at all."
