"Song Qingyou, is that right?"

A shout came from the hall.

Song Qingyou quickly turned around: "Yes, it is."

The doctor was wearing a mask, his face completely covered, so his expression was impossible to see. He glanced at Song Qingyou up and down and said, "Come with me first."

Fu Wenzhou took Song Qingyou's hand and led her to the emergency operating room.

After entering, Song Qingyou asked, "I am Song Qingyou. How is the patient who just jumped from the building doing now?"

The doctor took out an X-ray, pointed to a certain spot, and said, "Fortunately, there was a filter net that cushioned the impact when she jumped, preventing her from hitting the back of her head. However, she is still in critical condition. Whether she can be out of danger depends on the subsequent surgery and postoperative observation. You should go and pay the fees first."

Song Qingyou pursed her lips: "Okay."

The doctor couldn't help but ask, "This young girl looks so young, why would she jump off a building?"

Song Qingyou shook her head: "Sorry, I don't know."

A cold snort came from the side: "If someone's brain is broken and wants to die, no one can stop them."

Song Qingyou: "..."

The doctor frowned immediately: "Sir, this is a hospital. Every life deserves respect. Please watch your words."

Fu Wenzhou's lips curled into a slight sneer: "Jumping off a building to commit suicide, and dying in someone else's newly developed housing complex—do you know what this news means? It means that billions of yuan in investment are at risk of going down the drain, because no one wants to have fun in a place where someone has died. If she really wanted to die, she should have found a secluded place, instead of deliberately choosing my wife..."

Seeing the doctor's face growing increasingly dark, Song Qingyou tugged at Fu Wenzhou's sleeve and whispered, "Go pay the bill."

Fu Wenzhou lazily opened his narrow eyes, patted Song Qingyou on the back, and said, "I'll be there soon."

Song Qingyou: "Mm."

Although the doctor was angry, the man in front of him had a very strong presence. Both his clothes and his demeanor told him that this man was no ordinary person, and he dared not offend him easily. He could only suppress his anger and hold back.

Only after Fu Wenzhou left did he turn to the seemingly gentle and well-educated woman in front of him and say, "What is your relationship with the patient? We might need to contact her family members for a signature. Can you sign it?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Qingyou said calmly, "I am just the person in charge of the building where she had the accident. As for her family, I can try to help contact them."

The doctor put the films away: "Okay, please contact her family as soon as possible, otherwise the subsequent surgery cannot be performed."

Song Qingyou hummed in agreement, walked to a corner, and dialed Song Ning's number.

She had blocked this number long ago, but she pulled it back because of this incident.

Song Qingyou felt a mix of emotions, but her mind was surprisingly calm. In just one hour, her thoughts had become much clearer.

Song Ning took a long time to answer the call.

He immediately started yelling, "How dare you call me! I wasted my life giving birth to you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Qingyou interrupted her directly: "Xu Qingran was in a car accident and is at the First People's Hospital of the city. I will send someone to pick you up. It will take about forty-five minutes to get to your house. Get ready."

She hung up as soon as she finished speaking, without giving Song Ning any chance to say anything.

Afterwards, she contacted Fu Bei to arrange for a helicopter to pick up Song Ning directly.

After making the arrangements, Song Qingyou made another phone call to Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun answered the phone after one ring: "How is Xu Qingran?"

Song Qingyou: "They're still in critical condition. What's the police saying?"

Jiang Xun glanced back at the construction site and rubbed his temples: "She committed suicide. Although it has nothing to do with us, we still bear some responsibility for inadequate supervision. I estimate that the higher-ups will issue a notice tomorrow, ordering us to temporarily stop work."

Song Qingyou calmly and collectedly responded: "First, block the news, then settle the workers on site. We must not let this matter leak out and affect the development of the property. Also, just to be on the safe side, prepare two public relations statements, one stating that Xu Qingran was injured but not dead, and the other a statement after her death. You should know how to write the content."

Jiang Xun said, "I know that. I've already had people prepare. The most important thing now is that Xu Qingran can't die."

Song Qingyou relaxed for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "This is the hospital's decision, not ours. All we can do is try to minimize the impact on the Song and Jiang families' businesses."

Jiang Xun: "Okay."

Song Qingyou turned off her phone screen, looked out the hospital window, her eyes dark and lost in thought.