Jiang Yubai's tall figure stepped out of the villa. His face, which was usually as peaceful as the warm sun, was now covered with gloom. His cold and stern features were tightly drawn, his lips were almost pale, and his eyes were concealing surging emotions, as if a storm was raging in them.
Secretary Jin was waiting by the car. Seeing this, his heart suddenly tightened and he hurried forward and walked quickly towards Jiang Yubai.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Secretary Jin raised his head slightly, his eyes full of concern, and his voice unconsciously softened.
“Did they say something again?” The “they” in this sentence was tacitly understood by both parties, referring to those family members in the villa who were used to manipulating words and hurting others without any form of meaning.
Jiang Yubai just shook his head slightly, and said, "It's okay, drive back to the company."
The tone was trying to remain calm, but there was still a hint of sadness that could not be concealed.
His body was a little stiff as he stepped into the car with his long legs. The moment he sat down, it was as if most of his strength had been drained away. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes tiredly.
Secretary Jin closed the car door quietly and sat in the driver's seat. He saw through the rearview mirror that Jiang Yubai's brows were tightly furrowed, and he was full of worry.
The car started slowly, and before it drove out of the villa gate, Jiang Yubai's deep voice came from the back seat again:
"Secretary Jin, the work at the Union Hospital needs to be done as quickly as possible. We can't delay for a moment. It would be best if we have the results tomorrow."
"Boss, are you in such a hurry?" Secretary Jin asked unconsciously, his grip on the steering wheel tightening unconsciously.
Although he usually follows Jiang Yubai and acts in a brisk pace, it is rare for him to come to the hospital in such a hurry to get the result.
"Well, there's no time to lose."
He was filled with anxiety, and Shen Qingli's face kept appearing in his mind.
When he thought of what his mother had just said, he was really afraid that she would go find Shen Qingli.
He knew his mother's methods very well and could not let Shen Qingli get involved.
Secretary Jin saw that Jiang Yubai was serious and nodded silently: "Boss, don't worry, I will do my best."
The car was silent for a moment, with only the faint hum of the engine remaining.
Jiang Yubai clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and he swore secretly in his heart: no matter what, he would not let Shen Qingli get hurt.
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Shen Qingli sat in the coffee shop opposite the hospital for several hours. When it was almost time for work, she came out.
Just as she reached the door, the department staff came out.
"Doctor Shen, are you really going to treat us to dinner?" someone asked loudly with some surprise and expectation.
Shen Qingli smiled and nodded, his voice gentle and firm: "Of course, I have already booked a place, it's the one you sent me, let's go, let's meet there."
When everyone heard this, they all smiled and walked a little faster. It seemed that the tiredness from a day's work was instantly dispelled by the joy of the upcoming appointment.
Someone asked, "Xiaoyu, whose car are you taking?"
Chu Xiaoyu smiled and looked at Shen Qingli with a friendly smile, "I'm with Sister A Li."
"Okay, let's go there first."
As soon as they got into the car, Chu Xiaoyu immediately turned to face Shen Qingli, her expression full of curiosity and confusion: "Sister A Li, Wu Ren called Huang Shanshan to the office again, I wonder what they will say next?"
Shen Qingli started the car, looking intently at the road ahead, and spoke slowly: "I went to see Ren today to check Chen Chunsheng's medical records. I wanted to see what happened to him later. Strangely, Ren said there was a problem with the computer and the medical records were gone."
"Later, I asked him to give me a handwritten medical record, but judging from the current situation, if nothing unexpected happens, there is a high probability that Chen Chunsheng's handwritten medical record will be gone tomorrow."
Chu Xiaoyu's eyes widened in disbelief, and she exclaimed, "Are they so brave? They even dared to destroy the medical records!"
Shen Qingli's fingers tightened slightly while holding the steering wheel. His tone was still calm, but he couldn't hide the coldness inside:
"They are capable of murdering people, so destroying medical records is a piece of cake for them."
There are too many interests involved, and some people are eager to cover up the truth, so they will do whatever it takes. "
Having said this, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became solemn, as if shrouded by a layer of haze.
Shen Qingli noticed Chu Xiaoyu's nervousness and anger, and changed the subject, saying gently, "Xiaoyu, let's not talk about this anymore."
"Just order whatever you want to eat later. Don't be polite to me."
Chu Xiaoyu smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Arriving at the restaurant, they took their reserved seats.
The waiter immediately brought them menus.
"Dr. Shen, are you really going to treat us to Tomahawk steak?" A young man couldn't hide his surprise and astonishment, his tone unconsciously rose.
Shen Qingli had a faint smile on his face, his eyes curved, "We've been sitting here, are you leaving now?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone seemed to have been tickled and burst into laughter.
Shen Qingli waved his hand gently, his tone full of sincerity and generosity: "Don't be polite, everyone, please order whatever you want to eat."
After that, everyone started to study the menu with great interest, discussing the dishes one after another, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
At this time, Zhou Yanchen finished his work and drove straight to Shen Qingli's residence.
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the car window, outlining the outline of his stern face, but could not illuminate the increasingly dark and gloomy haze in his eyes.
The car stopped steadily. He stepped out with his long legs, took a few steps forward and rang the doorbell. His slender fingers pressed the doorbell again and again, with a hint of impatience and anxiety.
However, there was only the monotonous ringing of the doorbell, and no one answered the phone inside.
Zhou Yanchen's brows tightened instantly, and he felt a surge of anger in his heart. An uncontrollable thought flashed through his mind: Is he going on a date with Jiang Yubai again?
Jealousy and anger intertwined, burning him to the point that he almost lost all reason. In a fit of rage, he took out his cell phone to contact the locksmith. He had only one thought in his mind: he had to wait for her to come back today.
He paced back and forth at the door. His usually calm aura was now in disarray, and his anxiety was evident in his words.
At this moment, the urgent ringing of the cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence around.
There was a call from the old house, and the housekeeper's anxious voice came through the receiver clearly: "Young Master, please come back soon, the old man is feeling a little unwell."
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