He Chaozhi glanced at the suitcase with 500,000 yuan in cash in Zhou Qu's hand, and said indifferently: "Give her the money and settle the medical expenses. She doesn't even want to die, so what does her life and death have to do with me."
After He Chaozhi finished speaking, he put his hands into his trousers and left without looking back.
The back is cold and decisive.
Zhou Qu reluctantly ran to pay the fee, placed the suitcase next to Song Lan's bed, and hurriedly followed.
When Song Lan woke up, it was already two hours later, and there was no one beside the bed.
Song Lan was in a trance for a while, remembering that the last time he was hospitalized for stomach trouble, He Xiaoya had been staying by the bedside.
now……
He Xiaoya became a vegetative state and would never wake up again. She was alone again.
Song Lan sat up with difficulty, the area where the operation had been performed was twitching with pain. She covered her lower abdomen and searched around.
Finally, I found the suitcase in an inconspicuous place under the bed.
After opening the suitcase and reluctantly counting the five hundred thousand dollars inside, Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief and hugged the suitcase tightly in her arms.
Great, dad's medical expenses can be extended and he doesn't have to be kicked out of the nursing home...
She pulled out the indwelling needle on the back of her hand. The needle holes were obvious on her pale skin, and large blood beads soon appeared.
Song Lan casually held it down with a tissue, put on her coat, weakly carried her handbag and walked out.
She had just undergone minimally invasive surgery and was still recovering. The handbag was too heavy, so she could only bend down and drag the bag bit by bit to the entrance of the hospital.
Not far away, Qin Haifeng walked into the hospital wearing a mask and sunglasses, and absent-mindedly answered the call from his manager, Sister Ming: "Oh, I know, Sister Ming, isn't it just a cold that has a bit of tonsil inflammation? It won't affect next week's concert.
Don’t worry, I’m already in the hospital, so just feel free to help me negotiate the contract.”
Qin Haifeng muttered a few perfunctory words, put down his phone and was about to go to the otolaryngology department. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Lan, who was panting and resting on his handbag not far away.
Song Lan was wearing an ill-fitting hospital gown under her large windbreaker, with slippers on her feet, and fragile light blue blood vessels exposed on the back of her hands.
The whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the water, dripping with cold sweat.
Qin Haifeng stepped forward in surprise: "Song Lan, it's really you. Why are you here? Where have you been recently?"
Qin Haifeng also heard about the fact that she and He Chaozhi regretted their marriage. The matter was a hot topic in Night City, and most respectable people knew about it.
Song Lan didn't expect to meet Qin Haifeng here. She weakly raised the corners of her mouth and squeezed out a thin arc.
"It turns out it's you...Qin Haifeng, I'm here to see a doctor."
"Look at the cold sweat on your forehead. What's wrong with you? Go find a doctor!"
Qin Haifeng saw that her arms were shaking and worriedly helped her up.
"No, I just came out of the ward. I want to go back home..."
Song Lan struggled to speak.
She knew that with her current ability, it was impossible to leave with a suitcase containing half a million cash.
She raised her face and looked at Qin Haifeng helplessly: "Haifeng, can you do me a favor and take me out of here? I have something very important to do."
She wants to send the money to a nursing home.
Seeing her look like this, Qin Haifeng didn't know why she didn't agree, so he quickly helped her get into his car: "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?"
"No, let's go quickly..."
After getting in the car, Song Lan felt a little more at ease.
the other side.
He Chaozhi left the hospital with a dark face and stopped as soon as he stepped out of the door.
Zhou Qu almost bumped into him: "Young Master He, what's wrong?"
"That woman charged me 500,000 yuan, and also earned me a sum of medical expenses, and just left like this. Isn't it too cheap for her?"
He Chaozhi raised his hand and tugged the tight tie around his neck a few times in annoyance: "She almost made me a joke in the entire Night City. How could I just let her go and go back."
He Chaozhi turned around and walked to the ward.
Zhou Qu followed him, sighing repeatedly.
He knew that his young master wanted to humiliate Song Lan again.
When he arrived at the ward, he thought the woman was still sleeping on the bed, but what greeted He Chaozhi was an empty bed.
He Chaozhi's pupils shrank slightly. He took a step forward and reached out to touch the mattress: "It's still warm."
Zhou Qu also said: "The suitcase was taken away."
Zhou Qu said worriedly: "Young Master He, Miss Song just had the operation and couldn't get out of bed. Could it be that someone coveted the money in the suitcase and took Miss Song away with the money?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Those who want money just grab the money. Isn't it unnecessary to rob people?" He Chaozhi scolded in a low voice.
Zhou Qu kept silent.
"..." He Chaozhi closed his eyes, his thin eyelids fluttered for a moment, and finally opened them coldly: "Send someone to look for her. Search the hospital. If it's not enough, check the surveillance cameras until we find out the whereabouts of the woman."
"Yes, Mr. He."
moment.
Zhou Qu hurriedly walked back to the ward.
The ward was filled with smoke, and He Chaozhi's handsome face was hidden behind the smoke. He raised his hand to put out the cigarette in his hand, and asked lightly: "Has the person been found?"
Zhou Qu was silent for a moment and showed a surveillance video to He Chaozhi: "I found it. I guessed wrong. Miss Song left by herself. When she left, she took the five hundred thousand with her. And, and..."
"And what?" He Chaozhi asked impatiently.
"And, she got into Qin Haifeng's car."
He Chaozhi's gaze sank and he looked at the surveillance video being played.
The woman was seen struggling to drag her suitcase to the entrance of the hospital. Qin Haifeng supported her, and the two of them got in the car and left the hospital.
It looked like she had stolen his money and ran away with her lover.
He Chaozhi stared at the surveillance camera for a long time before he laughed out loud.
He lit the cigarette again without smoking, letting the cigarette turn to ashes on his fingertips.
He Chaozhi's eyes were scarlet and he said to himself: "Okay, that's great. You've gotten close to Qin Haifeng so quickly, so why go to a nightclub to pretend to be pitiful? The Qin family's family can accommodate someone like you who has been a bartender."
My daughter-in-law?"
…
When I woke up, it was already evening.
The glow outside the window was warm and soft, and the temperature of the room was pleasant. When Song Lan woke up, she thought that she had died and had arrived in heaven.
She struggled to get up from the bed, touched the intravenous needle on the back of her hand, and wanted to pull it off.
At this time, the door was pushed open, and a gentle and beautiful middle-aged woman walked in carrying hot porridge.
Seeing Song Lan about to pull out the needle, he was so frightened that he quickly put down the porridge and stepped forward to stop it: "Don't pull it out, it's anti-inflammatory and analgesic. There are no scars on the wound on your body. The inflammation will make your disease worse."
Song Lan looked blankly at the beautiful woman who put a soft pillow on her head and inserted the needle back, and asked cautiously: "Hello, where are you?"
The beautiful woman raised her head and smiled, and said softly: "You are Song Lan, right? I am Haifeng's mother. I used to be a doctor and just retired. I was shocked when Haifeng brought you back. He
