When they arrived at the hospital, it was still early for the appointment with Geng Jun, so Zhang Moyan first accompanied Ms. Meng to visit her ex-father-in-law.
From a distance, I saw that the door of Xiao Guotao's ward was wide open. When I got closer, I found that there were already guests inside. There were quite a few of them. At a glance, there were more than a dozen people. They should be a group from some unit or association who came to visit the national treasure-level intangible cultural heritage master. The visitors were all well-dressed middle-aged and elderly intellectuals, half men and half women, sitting in a scattered manner on the sofas and chairs. Zhou Xia was not there, and Xiao Weizhou was not seen either.
"With so many people here, should we go in now?" The dignified chairman of the Shiyue Group huddled behind Zhang Moyan like a rabbit, timidly peeking his head out.
"Let's go in," Zhang Moyan said with a clear mind, "Wouldn't it be less stressful the more people there are?"
Meng Xiaoya shrank her neck, thinking that her nervousness had reached the point where it could be seen by others.
Zhang Moyan knocked on the door three times, but everyone in the ward was having a lively conversation and no one heard her. So Zhang Moyan pulled Meng Xiaoya and walked straight in.
Several elders were discussing something, and everyone was listening attentively and had no idea they had entered. Only Xiao Guotao, who was lying east to west, had a clear view of the entrance. When he saw the two women coming in, he was slightly surprised and put away his smile.
Zhang Moyan and Meng Xiaoya felt a chill on their backs and froze at the same time, but fortunately, Xiao Guotao didn't say anything. He just looked at them for a few seconds and then remained calm as if nothing had happened and continued to listen to people talking.
This... should at least not be a way to drive customers away, Zhang Moyan thought.
Zhang Moyan took the stiff-limbed Meng Xiaoya's hand and found a seat in the corner. He placed the gifts they brought on the table at the side and sat at the last seat.
After listening for a while, Zhang Moyan gradually understood what was going on. It turned out these visitors were experts and scholars, and they were discussing how to identify antiques from bubbles in porcelain. Although Zhang Moyan was an outsider, antique identification was a subject of wide interest, and she found it deeply fascinating.
But Ms. Meng seemed to have no interest at all. I don’t know if she was too nervous. She kept looking around and fidgeting.
"Brother Weizhou!" Suddenly an uncle sitting facing the door shouted, and everyone stopped and looked towards the door.
Zhang Moyan, who was sitting next to Meng Xiaoya, suddenly felt a tremor in his side.
Xiao Weizhou, wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, walked in with an A4 paper in his hand. Seeing the people coming into the room, he smiled and said, "Oh, you are all here. I just ran into a small matter and I am sorry for not welcoming you in person!"
Many people stood up and stood in front of Zhang Moyan and Meng Xiaoya like a forest.
Someone asked Xiao Weizhou: "Boss Xiao, what happened? If you have any trouble, just let us know. We are here in Shenhai to help!"
Xiao Weizhou politely declined, "No, no, it's not a big deal. It's just that there's a page missing from my dad's test report. I asked the nurses, and it turns out it was sent to the ward next door."
"Isn't this an international hospital?" a woman's voice snapped. "How could something like this happen? Find out where the problem lies and file a complaint against them!"
Xiao Weizhou smiled and said, "It's just a small mistake. Who doesn't make mistakes at work?"
Some people disagreed and exaggerated the situation: "This hospital charges such high fees, so such a low-level mistake should not occur. Since the prices are high, the service level should be proportional."
Xiao Weizhou patted the person who had spoken. "Old Li, the one who made the mistake with the order was a young intern, about the same age as your daughter. She was already scared and crying! Put yourself in her shoes. What would you do if she were your daughter? Give her a chance! She's already apologized."
Old Li was stunned for a moment. Xiao Weizhou gently pushed him down to sit down, waving his arms in all directions. "Everyone, don't stand. Come sit down. What were you talking about just now? It seemed very lively. Keep going!"
At his invitation, everyone gradually sat down again, and Xiao Weizhou pulled a stool from where they were standing and sat down.
He seemed not to have seen Meng Xiaoya at all.
Zhang Moyan's heart began to beat nervously.
The interrupted topic was reconnected, and more than a dozen experts and scholars present expressed their opinions one after another, presenting facts, reasoning, and giving examples. They discussed from how many times the magnifying glass is best to whether the bubbles float on the surface or sink into the colored glaze to determine whether it is an old piece. The atmosphere became more and more heated. With so many senior people in the industry gathered together, if collectors came to listen, they would definitely benefit a lot.
But Zhang Moyan no longer had the heart to listen; her attention was focused on Ms. Meng beside her.
At first, Ms. Meng stretched her neck and looked at Xiao Weizhou with shining eyes, but as time went on, she found that Xiao Weizhou was only paying attention to the people who were talking and didn't even look at them. Chairman Meng, who was looking forward to it, gradually turned into a look of sadness and aggrieved. At this moment, his face looked ugly and his eyes were red.
"Auntie, are you crying?"
Seeing the big tears sliding down Meng Xiaoya's smooth, tight but flushed face, Zhang Moyan spoke naturally.
But as soon as the voice came out, she regretted it. Sure enough, Meng Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, and stood up suddenly like a bubble that was punctured.
The chattering crowd suddenly fell silent. Xiao Weizhou turned around, his eyes flashing: "Yaya?"
The next second, Ms. Meng grabbed her bag and ran out without looking back.
“Auntie…!” Zhang Moyan followed reflexively.
Meng Xiaoya was walking very fast, and Zhang Moyan finally caught up with her at a jog. She held her back and said, "I'm sorry, Auntie. I shouldn't have said that. Please don't leave!"
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