Hearing the noise, the middle-aged man's cold eyes lit up a little, and he walked towards this side with his dignified nose straight up.
The attending physician whose sleeve was grabbed by Li Guoqiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied: "I am stable now, please rest assured, Dean!"
The middle-aged man waved away two plainclothes men in leather jackets who were approaching him. He fixed his eyes on him, knowing that the attending doctor was talking to him, so he asked without delay, "How is the patient? Is he awake?"
The attending physician's glasses were misted with white mist, but it was inconvenient to wipe them off at this moment, so he just nodded heavily.
"Wake up! The situation is relatively stable at the moment, but don't disturb them too much. Rest for at least a week."
The middle-aged man didn't smile either, but his brows relaxed a little. After thinking for a few breaths, he asked again, "Who sent it?"
He obviously knew the cause and effect of the incident.
He thought it was just Song Yanshi's own fault and couldn't blame anyone else. However, he was a little curious about the kind-hearted man who sent his daughter to the hospital in time.
I just heard that it was a very young and ordinary guy, driving a shabby Santana, who came from the Black Mountain Canyon in the middle of the night by chance and encountered the car accident on the winding mountain road.
Friends who often play chess know that many seemingly surprising situations are actually designed by chess players with careful calculations.
Coincidentally, Song Weidong is a chess lover. When he has nothing to do on weekdays, he plays a few games with many old friends in the system.
"The guy who calls himself Pavel Korchagin did good deeds without leaving his name. He didn't want to, and we couldn't force him to leave his information."
Song Weidong didn't care. He just said "Oh" without any context and waved to someone not far away.
"If he really saved my daughter, I want you to help me find him at all costs. Handong does not need Pavel Korchagin, and the same is true if there is another hidden story."
"Tell my daughter that her mother wants to go in and see her. Ask her if it's convenient."
After Song Weidong finished explaining everything to the others, he shouted into the emergency room somewhat uncomfortably.
Obviously, this is an old father who doesn't have a very smooth relationship with his daughter.
......
"After all, she's your wife, you don't want to... or she's a celebrity, you don't want to..."
The next day, when Shen Hao woke up from bed, he knew that Su Moxuan really still loved him. She knelt down in a daze and let him go to bed to sleep.
However, he thought for a long time, until the morning sun cast golden beams through the window glass onto the bedroom floor, he was still struggling:
From whom did you get the first pot of gold?
Sometimes, having too many choices can be a hassle.
In his previous life, whether he was a policeman or a kidnapper, he had accumulated a lot of negative information.
For example, the wife of a certain city-level second-in-command has been making bread and supporting her son to study all year round. If you ask her to earn some hard-earned money, she still has a lot of room to maneuver.
For example, a certain celebrity said in a video: "Wait a minute, where is my husband..."
These scandals are more explosive than each other, and the difficulty of implementing them varies. What's more, some things may not have been discovered until now.
The timeline is also messy and inconsistent. It is easy to think about it, but it is difficult to do it.
While I was deep in thought, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Auntie Su Wanrou's voice, which was more beautiful than a singing star, came: "Haohao, get up and have breakfast."
Shen Hao responded, lifted the quilt, looked down, and suddenly remembered a text he read in high school.
There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun, the length of the Kun is unknown...
He slowly grabbed the pants from the bedside and put them on, not worrying that Su Wanrou would suddenly open the door.
After all, except for Su Moxuan who did not regard him as a formal man, the other aunts in this family respected his personal privacy.
Normally, I wouldn't just barge into his room casually.
When I went out to the living room, I saw that all the aunts had gotten up.
Su Wanrou was busy serving porridge to Shen Hao, while Su Moxuan was sitting at the table, flipping through a book and absentmindedly stirring the bowl with the spoon in her hand.
Without even looking, I knew she was reading some strange book about reasoning from ancient and modern times.
Su Yafei, on the other hand, was yawning, and under Shen Hao's nose, she stretched her waist in a rather lazily manner.
"Auntie, what delicious food did you cook today?"
Shen Hao went to Su Wanrou's side to take a look, and immediately said with a bitter face: "Why is it eight-treasure porridge again? When can you cook something else to eat?"
"You, after a few years of studying, your taste has changed. When you were little, your favorite food was the eight-treasure porridge made by your aunt."
Su Wan gave Shen Hao a cold look and handed the bowl in her hand to him, but still touched his head lovingly.
"Be good, I'll make you some noodles tomorrow."
"Anything except sweet noodles is fine."
"You like to eat salty food now. I've spoiled you."
Shen Hao had no choice. The flavors in Suzhou tend to be light, and sweet dishes are the mainstream here.
He went out to study for a year, so he must have had some trouble getting used to the food when he first came back.
If it weren't for Su Wanrou's superb cooking skills and her research on cuisines from all over the world, his mouth would have suffered a lot.
"Yes, when are you going to come to our company for an interview?"
Just after sitting opposite Su Moxuan and looking at the steaming eight-treasure porridge, Shen Hao hadn't even taken two bites when he saw her raise her eyebrows and glance at his face. After asking a question, she lowered her head to read again.
The corner of Shen Hao's mouth twitched. Did he ever say he wanted to be a policeman?
"We have a huge vacancy in our unit right now. We can make an exception and let you come in for internship first. If you can stay, you can take the written test later when you have time."
"However, your son has inherited your aunt's true teachings, so I think he won't be too bad."
Su Moxuan folded a corner of the book, slammed it shut, and added another sentence facing the complicated looks of others.
Looking around, she raised her eyebrows at Shen Hao and asked, "Why? Are you unhappy?"
Shen Hao laughed dryly twice and pointed in the direction of Su Wanrou with the spoon in his hand.
"Okay, Mo Xuan said that being a policeman is still too hard. I think, Haohao, why don't you consider taking the civil service exam and joining the system?"
Su Wanrou put the spoon down and indeed had something to say.
Before Shen Hao could answer, Su Yafei squeezed next to him and said with a smile: "In my opinion, Xiaohao, don't listen to them. Go start a company and become a boss to earn money to support me."
"Hey, you guys chat."
Shen Hao picked up the bowl and drank the porridge happily with an attitude of watching a play.
After breakfast, the aunts argued for a long time about Shen Hao's arrangements for the trip, but in the end they couldn't make a decision.
The key is that this guy himself has no opinion.
The first question is, you guys just decide, don't worry about my life or death.
The reason why Shen Hao did this was because he knew that he had many secrets that could not be told.
Even the closest aunts.
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