Chapter 132: Ironclad Evidence

“Bang!”

The heavy soundproof door of the VIP ward let out a scream and exploded in the silent corridor.

Yu Ling's eyes were swollen like walnuts, her face was frighteningly pale, and her body, so thin that the wind could blow it over, burst out with the strength of a bull, almost knocking the door off! The suitcase she was dragging behind her clanged loudly, and the wheels scraped against the marble floor with a teeth-grinding noise.

At the door, two bodyguards in black suits who looked like door gods suddenly tensed up like iron plates, their hands on the earphones, their eyes sweeping over like knives.

But when they saw that it was Yu Ling, and received a silent command from the ward, the two of them immediately turned back into stone sculptures, their eyelids drooped, and they quickly made way for the passage.

The ward was filled with a warm yellow light.

Zhao Chen had already sat up, his back against the raised headboard, his hand, wrapped like a large white bun, resting on the snow-white quilt. A dazzling, fresh, pale red stained the edge of the gauze—the wound had opened again from his sudden rise.

He looked at Yu Ling, who was dragging the box, her whole body shivering, her eyes devoid of any sparks, only ashes and ice chips. His heart felt like it was being gripped by ice claws, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.

"Lingling..." His voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, with an inextricable fatigue and a hint of tremor that could not be concealed.

"Shut up!" Yu Ling's voice turned cold, stabbing at him like a knife. "President Zhao? Oh no, the leader of the 'Swindlers' Alliance'? With your acting skills, the Oscars owe you ten little statuettes!"

She dragged her suitcase, her steps without hesitation, straight to the door! Go! Now! Right now! Get out of this hellhole filled with lies, disinfectant, and this liar in front of me!

The noise of the suitcase wheels rolling on the ground was like a death-threatening sound.

She was about to break out of the cage—

A figure suddenly jumped up from the hospital bed with the wind!

Zhao Chen was as fast as a ghost! He didn't look like a patient who had just had his hand stitched up and was weak from blood loss! He didn't even care about his bleeding hand. His tall body, with a savage and unreasonable strength, was like a wall that instantly moved horizontally, and he was welded to the door of the ward!

"Ugh!" He moved too violently and pulled the wound. The piercing pain made him groan. His body swayed and his face turned pale again.

But he stood as if nailed to the floor, his uninjured left hand clinging to the door frame.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, he stared intently at Yu Ling, his eyes churning with pain, anger, and a frantic paranoia.

"Lingling... don't go..." The voice was intermittent and nasal, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from the lungs, boiling hot. "... The alliance... was bankrupt a long time ago... It's been bankrupt for eight hundred years..."

He looked into her frozen eyes and tried hard to force a flattering and soothing smile, but his face was distorted with pain.

"...President...I...am now...alone...a pancake man with a revoked license..." He glanced at the box at her feet, and lowered his voice with a hint of childish caution, "...President's wife...can...can you stay on? Just take care of...the food..."

"Stay in office?!" Yu Ling felt like she had heard a cosmic joke. She was so angry that her lungs ached and her chest heaved violently!

Even at this point! This man is still using these lame, slapstick tricks to fool people! He's still playing the role of the clumsy husband who needs her to "pay for his meals"!

The huge irony and the humiliation of being treated as a fool erupted in her chest like magma!

"Free meals?!" She suddenly pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper that smelled of disinfectant from her shoulder bag, and with all her might, she slapped Zhao Chen hard on the chest with a crisp "pa" sound!

The paper hit the blue and white striped hospital gown, then slid down, unfolded, and floated on the cold floor tiles at their feet.

On the glaring white paper, there is the gold-plated logo of this top private hospital, and below it are rows of cold and indifferent charges.

At the very bottom, the string of bold, blinding numbers burned Yu Ling's eyes like a red-hot iron, and became her most powerful artillery at the moment!

"Chairman Zhao!" Yu Ling's voice was so sharp that her legs split apart, and her fingers trembled as she pointed at the paper on the ground, "Open your precious eyes and take a look! VIP special care! Top expert team monitoring us 24 hours a day! Imported miracle medicine! Magic water! One hundred and eight thousand per day!!" She almost shouted, and every word was filled with bloody accusations and a huge sense of absurdity!

"Is this your secret to solving your debt?!" She stepped forward, staring into Zhao Chen's instantly stiff face, her eyes blazing with icy flames. "Living in a 'slum' that costs a hundred thousand yuan a day?! A 'cheap' miracle drug that costs a few thousand yuan a shot?! Zhao Chen! Do you even have a single word of truth in your mouth?! Does your 'bankruptcy' also include 'poverty limits your imagination'?!"

The immense anger and despair of being made a fool of made her tremble like a sieve! This bill, like a resounding slap in the face, completely shattered the last shred of her "misunderstanding"! It also exposed the man's hypocrisy of "playing pig and eating tiger"!

The ward was dead silent.

There was only Yu Ling's wheezing breathing and Zhao Chen's suppressed breathing, which became heavy due to the severe pain from the wound.

Zhao Chen lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the glaring bill. The cold string of numbers stabbed him like a knife. He knew the price, of course; he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. But now, in Yu Ling's eyes, this was the most solid evidence of his "scam."

He looked at the light in Yu Ling's eyes that was completely extinguished, leaving only ashes, and her face that was pale with anger. An overwhelming panic and despair instantly overwhelmed him!