There were four nurses standing in a row for blood collection. As one of them was about to step forward, Nie Zhao asked again, "Are you sure it won't hurt?"
The nurse felt confident in her professional skills, but when she met Song Yuanchao's murderous gaze, she suddenly felt a little scared and took another step back. The other two exchanged a glance and also took a step back.
Everyone is envious of the richest man's red envelopes, but few nurses would dare to guarantee that injections are completely painless.
There was one person who was always a beat slow to react. In the blink of an eye, she saw the richest man's wife reaching out to her: "Come on, let's finish this quickly. I'm not that delicate, so you can relax too."
The richest man's wife is surprisingly so nice?
It's actually very simple, just a routine blood test, a finger prick blood draw. The nurse wasn't nervous at first, but as soon as she tore open the packaging, Boss Nie leaned close to her ear and said, "Be gentle, you absolutely can't make my wife feel any pain."
The nurse was so nervous by what he did that she didn't know how much force to use. She cried out in pain because the needle had gone in too deep. The richest woman trembled and thought to herself, "Oh no, the red envelope is gone."
Just as she was lost in thought, the richest woman reminded her, "Where's the needle? Where's the straw?"
The richest man asked his wife, "Does it hurt? I think you almost cried out just now."
The nurse thought to herself, "Oh no, not only will I not get a red envelope today, I'm also afraid I'll get a scolding."
But the richest man's wife actually smiled and said, "This nurse's technique is superb; she did an excellent job."
Just then, Secretary An rushed in, and Nie Zhao looked at him and said, "Give this nurse a red envelope containing ten thousand yuan."
She almost made the richest man's wife cry, yet she still received a red envelope, and it was worth 10,000 yuan.
Her monthly salary is only four thousand yuan, okay? This job costs two and a half months' salary?
Time waits for no one. The dean's secretary personally accompanied the nurses downstairs. The results would be available in just a few minutes; all they had to do was wait.
But Nie Zhao had a grudge, and in wealthy families, drugging and seducing people was practically standard practice. His wife was someone who liked to win people over with virtue and didn't like to play tricks, so he was afraid she would repeat her mother's mistakes.
He didn't answer the phone when Huo Sir called, and he didn't answer the phone when Liang Lisheng called either. He just kept circling around Chen Rou, and every time he circled around, Director Liu had to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
It wasn't that he was nervous for no reason, but rather that Boss Nie's behavior was too abnormal, making him feel that something big was about to happen, but he didn't know what it was, so he was extremely nervous.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and Dean Wu stepped out. Nie Zhao went straight to greet him in the corridor, extending his hand and asking, "Dean Wu, have the results come out? How are they?"
Dean Wu just rushed back from outside and doesn't even know what happened, so how could he know the result?
But as the two were talking, another elevator opened, and four nurses rushed out: "The results are in."
Upon seeing Dean Wu, she handed him the form again: "Dean, please take a look."
A blood test can reveal many abnormal conditions in the body, but it cannot indicate pregnancy. Chen Rou's body indicators are all perfect, and at a glance, there are no positive or negative indicators; it is a very normal report.
He glanced at the name and saw Chen Rou's name on it. Seeing that Boss Nie was practically fuming with anxiety, he roughly guessed what was going on. Looking at the list, he walked to the door of Chen Rou's office. Just then, Chen Rou was dozing off. Director Liu was scratching his head in frustration, while he looked at the list and then at Chen Rou's condition. As the dean, he naturally had experience.
Just then, Nie Zhao asked, "Dean Wu, have you figured it out? What's the problem?"
Dean Wu said, "Let's do another blood draw to check HCG."
Nie Zhao didn't understand HCG, and Chen Rou understood even less. Song Yuanchao initially thought it was nothing serious, but when he heard that he needed to have his blood drawn intravenously, he became anxious and stepped forward to ask, "Dean, is my wife really sick?"
Nie Zhao, who was usually very well-mannered, had never lost his temper with his bodyguard in public before: "She threw up, a lot of it!"
Seeing the nurses frantically trying to draw blood from his wife's arm, he was about to explode, but he patiently said, "Thank you all for working so late. There are red envelopes for you. Please draw the blood gently and get the results quickly."
He has no other redeeming qualities, except for one: he likes to use money to pave the way for everything.
The nurses exchanged glances and smiled quietly as they drew blood, probably guessing why.
But the HCG results wouldn't be available so quickly, and Nie Zhao was extremely anxious. He kept looking at the blood test report and agonizing over it: "If there's nothing wrong with this, why did we do this test in the first place?"
He raised another finger: "My wife's hand was pricked."
There's only one person who can handle this nitpicky person: Secretary An.
Taking the tea personally handed to him by Dean Wu, he first gave it to Chen Rou and then to Nie Zhao. He said, "Since we're all here, let's investigate everything that needs to be investigated for Madam. If there's anything wrong, we'll know sooner rather than later. If there's nothing wrong, we'll all be happy. Isn't that a good thing?"
Nie Zhao let out a soft sigh, estimating that he would have to wait a while, and went straight to the end of the corridor leading to the dean's office.
Yes, the corridor from Dean Wu's office leads directly to the VIP intensive care unit. Nie Zhao once lay in there, and all the people Chen Rou attacked were transported out through that corridor.
When the door closed, the entire corridor fell silent.
Nie Zhao then called Liang Lisheng again, getting straight to the point: "It's that woman. She's haunting us, she's possessed a body and turned into something like a tea seller, she's got the old man completely bewitched, and she almost harmed Arou!"
Liang Lisheng recently made a new friend, Minister Xue from the Armed Forces Department. Two ounces of peanuts and two ounces of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), a drink after work and a chat about life—he's having a blast on the mainland.
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