A terminally ill max-level rich woman transmigrated into a book, becoming the pitiful fake heiress female supporting character.
Zhi Yun originally wanted to seriously experience an ordinary l...
For Liang Wan, she was not sure whether she could get off the operating table.
She never thought that her own daughter would come to see her when she was about to be pushed onto the operating table.
It's worth it, even dying is worth it.
Even if the operation failed, she had nothing to worry about. She faced death calmly with the secret she thought she had kept.
Zhiyun stood up and pushed the chair she had just been sitting on to the side next to the wall. "Relax, your operation will definitely be successful."
Liang Wan's cheeks twitched slightly, her eyes sore, and she forced back the tears. "Good girl, thank you for your kind words. I also hope that I can get off the operating table and see you again."
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Coming out of the ward, Zhiyun gently closed the door.
She took out her cell phone and called Wei Lai.
If she could handle it personally, she would certainly do so, but her current identity made it inconvenient, so Wei had to do it for her and handle these matters.
"Boss, please give me your orders."
Wei Lai is always ready to be on call. He is Zhiyun's all-round butler with an annual salary of one million because Zhiyun thinks he is worth her paying so much money.
The British royal butler earns about the same.
Wei Lai's family is now richer than an ordinary company. Zhiyun once asked him if he would leave her.
Wei Lai’s answer to her was: Boss, I also want to rely on you to become a billionaire.
Billions are just a fraction of her trillions of assets, and Zhiyun asked her to work hard.
"Please contact Vill for me. His medical team has served me before, and I trust them. Tell him that you'll be sending a patient there in two weeks. She's just had breast cancer surgery. I hope his medical team can help her recover well."
Wei Lai was suddenly panicked: "Boss, your body..."
"Not me."
The three words "It's not me" gave Wei Lai peace of mind. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately it's not me, fortunately it's fortunately."
Wei Lai was so nervous that Zhiyun would be lying if she said she wasn't touched.
"She's Xu Ruhua's mother. After her surgery, I plan to send her to Vill's medical team for follow-up rehabilitation treatment. I don't want her to die from a cancer recurrence in six months."
Zhiyun has not yet told Wei Lai in detail about the matter of implanting the plot of a book in his mind.
Wei Lai didn't ask her any more questions and just followed her instructions.
This time, Wei Lai was somewhat curious, "Boss, do you have the ability to predict the future now?"
“…”
This skill is roughly what Wei said. Zhiyun replied, "Yes."
When Wei Lai heard this, his tone became excited, "Boss, can you help me predict whether I will become a billionaire in the future?"
Zhiyun calmly replied: "It would have been, but if you don't do what I say quickly, I'll fire you, and you won't be."
Whether true or false, or half true and half false.
Anyway, Wei Lai believed it.
"Okay, Boss. I'll do it right away."
After instructing Wei Lai, Zhiyun lingered outside the ward door for a while.
She was hesitating whether to go find Han Qingrang.
Because he already knew that she had come to the hospital where he worked and they had met before. The sentence "So you are my family member" just now made Zhiyun feel uneasy for some reason.
Oh no! She is someone who has seen the world, she can’t be so cowardly!
She came to the hospital seriously and didn't do anything sneaky. She behaved honestly.
Thinking of this, Zhiyun felt more confident.