"Because his son married the daughter of the director of the textile factory. Because of this relationship, many things he did were suppressed." Huo Xinyuan frowned.

This is Beijing. Even though he is just the director of a small textile factory, there are countless people standing behind him.

"He is old enough to be Xiaoshuang's father, and he still has the nerve to marry her. He is simply a beast!" Huo Xinyuan gritted his teeth.

"How much money did Xiao Shuang's father lose to get rid of her?"

"Five thousand!" Huo Xinyuan gritted his teeth.

"So many?" Su Miaomiao frowned.

"Yeah." Huo Xinyuan nodded.

If the amount was small, he would just spend the money to buy Xiaoshuang back.

But this is 5,000 yuan, where can he get so much money?

Su Miaomiao was also a little worried. She had used all her savings to give Huo Qiaoyu start-up capital, and she had less than a thousand yuan left.

I originally thought that if the problem could be solved with money, then we should use money to solve it, but now it seems that we have to think of other ways.

"That person is also a gambler, right?" Su Miaomiao thought for a moment and her eyes moved slightly.

"Yes." Huo Xinyuan nodded, "He and Xiaoshuang's father met at the gambling table."

Su Miaomiao thought of an idea and motioned Huo Xinyuan to come closer.

Su Miaomiao told Huo Xinyuan her plan only after he approached.

Huo Xinyuan was surprised after hearing this: "Little sister, isn't this a bit too dangerous?"

"I'd rather not give up on the baby, and my skills are pretty good." Su Miaomiao's eyes flashed.

"But..." Huo Xinyuan was still a little hesitant.

If his parents knew that he took Su Miaomiao to gamble, they would definitely break his head.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Don't worry about anything else. You just need to find a way to keep track of the time when that person goes to the casino." Su Miaomiao said.

"......That's it." Seeing Su Miaomiao so confident, Huo Xinyuan gritted his teeth and agreed.

“…”

The next afternoon, Mr. Jian's condition had recovered significantly and he was very conscious.

Su Miaomiao arranged for him to leave the intensive care unit and to be treated with traditional Chinese medicine in the future.

"I'll prescribe you three days of Chinese medicine first, and I'll adjust it based on your condition later." Su Miaomiao still has to stay in Beijing for a while, so the amount of medicine she prescribes each time is relatively small.

Traditional Chinese medicine is about adjusting prescriptions based on the patient's condition. However, many people are not convenient to return for follow-up visits at any time, so it will take a little longer for the doctor to prescribe medicine, but generally no more than half a month.

"Yes." Old Master Jian nodded repeatedly.

He felt that his current situation was very good and it was the most relaxed time in the past few years.

Before, he always felt like something was blocking his chest. No matter if he talked for a long time or walked for a long time, he would feel like he couldn't breathe.

But now, he felt that his whole body was unobstructed, and he had the illusion of rejuvenation.

"Take it twice a day, decoct two doses each time, and help the old man get out of bed and move around for at least half an hour every day." Su Miaomiao wrote the prescription and gave it to Jian Xiuqi.

"Yes." Jian Xiuqi nodded.

"Then I'll leave first, old man. I'll come to see you again in three days." After Su Miaomiao finished dealing with the things here, she was ready to get up and leave.

"Where are you going?" Jian Xiuqi asked subconsciously.