The next day, after breakfast, Le Yao asked Shen Yi to drive her to the Mercy Hospital.
On the way, they stopped at a flower shop and Le Yao spent two hundred yuan to buy a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums.
Shen Yi looked at the bright orange chrysanthemums and his lips twitched. Was Miss Han going to visit someone in the hospital or to pay respects at a grave?
When they arrived at the hospital, Le Yao told Shen Yi to wait for her downstairs, since she wouldn't be staying for long and didn't have much to say to those people anyway.
Renji Hospital is a private hospital. It is not large in scale, but it is not cheap. It mainly serves wealthy people.
Le Yao took the chrysanthemum to the orthopedics department, but when she entered the elevator, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure outside. However, before she could get a better look, the elevator doors had already closed. She couldn't help but touch her chin, wondering if it was just a coincidence.
The elevator quickly stopped on the third floor.
As soon as Le Yao came out, she saw the sign for the orthopedics department and quickly found Han Guosheng's ward, which was a very luxurious private room with a reception room.
Zhou Yunmeng, Han Xueqian, and Han Pengcheng were all there.
Han Pengcheng was probably still traumatized by the slap he received from Le Yao last time, so when he saw her enter the room, he subconsciously took a step back.
"Dad, I wish you a speedy recovery." Le Yao handed him the chrysanthemums.
Han Guosheng lay on the hospital bed, looking at the chrysanthemums. His already unpleasant expression turned even worse.
"You don't like it?" Le Yao frowned slightly. "Then I'll change to white next time?"
“You…” Han Guosheng’s breathing became rapid.
"Don't be angry." Zhou Yunmeng quickly helped Han Guosheng gently pat his chest. "Your blood pressure is a little high..."
"Alan," Han Xueqian's expression darkened slightly, "how could you bring chrysanthemums?"
"What's wrong with chrysanthemums?" Le Yao asked, her eyes wide. "Chrysanthemums are the noble flowers!"
"Chrysanthemums are only used when visiting graves, to represent sacrifice. Are you cursing Dad?" Han Xueqian sneered inwardly. A fool is a fool.
"Is that why Dad is angry?" Le Yao asked, feigning ignorance as she looked at Han Guosheng.
Han Guosheng turned his head to the side. Why won't that wretched bitch die?
“You know, it’s terrible to be uncultured.” Le Yao sighed and shook her head. “Besides commemorating ancestors, chrysanthemums also symbolize soaring to great heights. Don’t you know that?”
Han Xueqian's lips twitched. No matter how many flower meanings there are, chrysanthemums are used for visiting graves. This is a common understanding. Even if they also represent success and prosperity, it doesn't matter because they are obviously for visiting graves.
"Dad, how could you misunderstand me like this?" Le Yao sighed. "Fine, if you don't want to see me, then don't call me anymore. I'm too heartbroken. I'm leaving." Then she turned and left, holding the chrysanthemums.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
After Le Yao left the ward, Han Guosheng finally realized what was happening and hurriedly called out, "Alan, come back." Then he glanced at his wife and daughter, "Go and bring them back quickly."
Han Xueqian was the first to rush out and grabbed Le Yao: "Alan, Daddy still has something to say to you."
“That’s right, don’t rush.” Zhou Yunmeng also ran out. “We’re family, let’s talk things out.”
"There's nothing to say." Le Yao pushed the two of them away. "Let's see each other less in the future..." But before she could finish speaking, she felt a pain in the back of her head and then lost consciousness.
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