"Auntie Sun!" Xiao Li screamed in fear and rushed to the rescue.
Sun Guixiang fell heavily to the cold marble floor! The tattered bag flew out of her hand, and the change and white cards scattered all over the floor.
Her skinny body curled up and convulsed, and she coughed violently, bringing out dark red blood foam. She ignored the pain and struggled to crawl towards the scattered cards.
Her eyes were fixed on the cold ICU door, tears and blood stained her wrinkled face, and she sobbed desperately like a dying wail:
"Little boy... let me see you... please..."
The bodyguard watched coldly, unmoved, and gave a cold order into the headset: "There are troublemakers at the entrance to Area B. Please clear them."
Just when I was suffocating with despair——
"It's so noisy! Who's howling outside?!"
A girl's voice, crisp, sweet, yet filled with strong hostility and extreme impatience, suddenly exploded from the tightly closed metal door of the ICU deep in the corridor, like honey tempered by ice.
"Bang!"
The heavy metal door was pushed open from the inside and slammed hard against the wall!
A petite figure appeared at the door.
Her pink twintails draped over her shoulders, swaying slightly with her rapid movements. On her fair, delicate baby face, a pair of large eyes that should have been filled with honey now burned with rage, like an enraged young animal.
She was wearing a black Lolita dress with an intricate design, and her slender calves were wrapped in stockings and small leather shoes of the same color under the skirt.
But at this moment, this sweet outfit formed the most bizarre contrast with the almost tangible cold murderous intent emanating from her body.
It was the time when flowers bathed in the moon.
Hua Jinyue was obviously completely irritated by the noise outside. Her pink lips were tightly pursed, and her beautiful big eyes were like the most sophisticated scanners.
She instantly locked onto the source of the chaos - the withered old man curled up on the ground, his face covered in blood and tears, struggling to crawl towards the white card, the scattered change, and the bodyguards who were silent as a mouse.
"What's going on?!" Hua Jinyue's voice was sweet and cold, like a knife coated with icing sugar, and her eyes were like poisoned needles, stabbing fiercely at the leading bodyguard.
"You can't even guard the door? You let any cat or dog in to howl?! Don't you know my brother needs some quiet time?!"
Her anger was undisguised, with a ferocity that came from someone whose reverse scale had been touched.
The bodyguard's scalp tingled when he saw her, and he hurriedly explained, "Miss! This old woman forced her way into the intensive care unit and even showed a card saying she knew the young master. We drove her away according to the rules, and she..."
"Card?" Hua Jinyue interrupted impatiently, her sweet voice full of hostility, her eyes casually sweeping over the pure white card on the ground that was held tightly by Sun Guixiang's withered hands.
When her eyes fell on the simple yet distinctive silver Nightingale logo on the card——
The pupils of Hua Jinyue's big eyes, which were burning with anger, suddenly contracted.
As if the pause button had been pressed, the violent anger and sweet murderous intent surrounding her froze instantly.
The impatience on her face froze, and was replaced by an extremely abrupt and unbelievable shock!
She recognized the card!
This is the highest-level token of the Ye Family Charity Foundation!
More importantly, the authority to issue this card is in the hands of only one person!
Her brother, Ye Qingliu!
This ragged, haggard old woman, like dust on the roadside...
How could she possibly have an A-level token signed by her brother?! Did her brother...know her?! Or even...value her?!
The huge shock was like cold water poured over his head, instantly suppressing Hua Jinyue's boiling anger.
Her beautiful big eyes were fixed on the card on the ground, then they suddenly lifted up and scanned the old man on the ground who was looking at her with desperate and turbid eyes like a searchlight.
Sun Guixiang met Hua Jinyue's shocked and sharp gaze, as if she had grasped her last hope. She pressed the card tightly with her withered hands and used all her strength to hoarsely cry out the name engraved on her heart:
"Little boy... the little boy is inside... let me see him... please... just take a look... the little boy..."
The three words "little friend" were like three invisible lightning bolts, striking Hua Jinyue's heart fiercely.
Her petite body shook almost imperceptibly, and her pink lips turned pale in an instant.
This strange, humble old woman... actually called my brother "little friend" in such a... so intimate that it was almost offensive?!
But that card... that card my brother would never give away easily...
Hua Jinyue stared at Sun Guixiang intently, her burning eyes filled with anger, shock, confusion, disbelief... countless emotions collided and surged like a storm.
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Finally, Hua Jinyue moved.
The sweet hostility on her face disappeared without a trace, leaving only an almost cold, scrutinizing calm.
She didn't look at the bodyguards again, nor did she speak.
She stepped forward in her small leather shoes and walked directly in front of Sun Guixiang, her movements carrying an unmistakable sense of oppression that was unbecoming of her age.
She bent down slightly, and her pink twintails fell in front of her chest.
Under Sun Guixiang's desperate and expectant gaze and Xiao Li's horrified gaze, Hua Jinyue stretched out her white and slender hand wearing a black lace glove.
Her movements were slow, with a strange concentration and a subtle solemnity.
The hand wearing a lace glove did not try to help Sun Guixiang, but instead accurately and gently covered Sun Guixiang's dry hand, which was pressed tightly against the white card and was stained with blood and dust.
Sun Guixiang trembled all over.
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