39. Wind and Rain
She was just too lonely.
Bombay blood type, also known as dinosaur blood, is a very rare type B blood. Because of the lack of a certain antigen on the red blood cell membrane, the blood type is classified as type O. The cause of this antigen deficiency is related to a gene mutation.
“If Yang Ailin or her husband has this gene mutation, it is possible for them to have a child with type B blood,” Song Qinggui said.
The head of the laboratory said, "But we can't argue with that man based on this speculation; he's not a reasonable person."
Song Qinggui: "Let's ask Yang Ailin what she thinks. If she wants to confirm whether she is one in 300,000, I can help her contact an institution that can do antigen testing and gene sequencing."
After calming the obstetrician down and proposing a solution, Song Qinggui returned to his office.
Xiaoqian was sitting in front of the computer, frantically clicking the mouse and keyboard.
Song Qinggui found it amusing: "What are you doing? Why are you fighting with the keyboard and mouse?"
Wu Xiaoqian was deleting negative comments about Jingtian from her social media posts—that's right, Yang Ailin's husband's actions in the obstetrics ward were posted online again.
"I only realized after I started working that the internet isn't always a good thing." Xiaoqian sighed, "Sister, is our hospital going through a Mercury retrograde this year? Why don't you take some time to go to a temple and pray to the CEO?"
Song Qinggui sat in the boss's chair, smiling as he looked at Wu Xiaoqian.
After observing for a while, Song Qinggui spoke up: "Xiaoqian, you will handle this matter in the obstetrics department. From now on, apart from contacting the higher-level hospital, I will not interfere in anything else. You will be fully responsible."
Xiaoqian suddenly stopped what she was doing, her eyes widening like saucers: "Why?!"
Song Qinggui smiled and said, "Exam."
"Why are you suddenly testing me?" Xiaoqian panicked even more; she was most afraid of exams.
Song Qinggui raised an eyebrow: "You passed the exam. You'll get a promotion and a raise."
Xiaoqian's eyes immediately cleared: "Sis, if you're going to talk about this, I won't be sleepy anymore. Promotion doesn't matter, but how much of a raise will I get?"
Song Qinggui disliked ambiguity: "If you handle this matter well, your future salary can be calculated on an annual basis."
The minimum annual salary at Jingtian Hospital is 300,000.
Xiaoqian counted on her fingers, wow! It's five times her current salary!
Xiaoqian tentatively asked, "What... would you call... doing it well?"
"The negative public opinion about Jingtian Hospital on the Internet has basically disappeared. Both the doctor and the patient should be satisfied with our handling of the situation, and Yang Ailin's husband should apologize to the obstetrician." Song Qinggui paused: "The last sentence is an extra question. It's best to do your best, but it's only human nature if you can't."
Xiaoqian took a moment to react, then suddenly stood up: "Sis, I'm going to get busy, you can play by yourself for a while."
Watching Xiaoqian rush out of the office, Song Qinggui couldn't help but chuckle.
Her decision to promote Wu Xiaoqian was not impulsive. She had been observing the girl for a long time.
Whether it's a public or private hospital, many employees in the functional departments are children of leaders. They have no real skills and just coast along, going through the motions.
However, the medical industry requires a high degree of responsibility, as well as a little bit of passion and enthusiasm.
In the past few years, Song Qinggui has worked in the medical department and has had more than a dozen people come and go under his supervision. Only Wu Xiaoqian has been able to do all this.
Moreover, Wu Xiaoqian has another advantage: she is not afraid of Xue Lu, and she has never flattered or fawned over him because of her relationship with Xue Lu.
Therefore, Song Qinggui thought that if she left Jingtian, instead of spending a high salary to hire someone from outside who was not familiar with the work mode here to lead the medical department, it would be better to directly promote Wu Xiaoqian.
Song Qinggui has been carefully considering Old Master Xue's suggestion these past few days to go to the Xue family to do public relations.
She was unwilling to admit it before, but recently she finally accepted the reality that she can no longer go back to clinical practice.
For clinical work, both a lack of skill and a gap in knowledge can be fatal.
Is it a pity? Of course it is.
But in the adult world, you have to consider the return on investment.
A salary of 1.2 million a year is more enduring than any passion.
Song Qinggui knew that she was just that kind of adult, an incredibly vulgar and mercenary adult.
Having made her decision, she took out her phone and transferred money to Meng Yuxing. It was the end of the month, and she needed to pay for her treatment and living expenses next month.
Upon opening the chat window, she discovered that Meng Yuxing had changed her profile picture. It turned out that she had always used a cartoon avatar, but now she had changed it to her own photo.
Out of curiosity, Song Qinggui clicked on her WeChat Moments.
It's only visible for three days, but there's still one text and image message.
There were three photos: two of her and one of Feng Zhe, all of them showing her sitting on a bench. The difference was that Feng Zhe was wearing his own clothes, while Meng Yuxing was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.
Song Qinggui frowned. The background of the photo clearly wasn't the Cangcheng People's Hospital where she had been undergoing dialysis.
Song Qinggui typed: "You changed hospitals?"
The screen quickly displayed "The other party is typing," but after a long time, a message came from the other end: "Yeah, Feng Zhe found it. It's in a nicer environment, so I'm in a better mood."
Song Qinggui had some doubts, but didn't think too much about it: "Which hospital is it? Is the treatment going well lately?"
Meng Yuxing: "Smoothly."
Meng Yuxing avoided the first question, which Song Qinggui naturally noticed: "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I'll advise you again, don't trust Feng Zhe too much. You don't remember at all that he tried to sell you back then."
After a long pause, the only reply was, "He changed it."
Song Qinggui was so angry that he threw his phone aside. "Being obsessed with love is the most serious illness that should be covered by medical insurance! A major illness!"
After a long while, Song Qinggui's WeChat notification sounded.
It was the sound of Meng Yuxing accepting the transfer.
...
Song Qinggui was ready to join the Xue family, but little did she know that the third branch of the Xue family had been extremely worried about her these past few days.
Li Jinghe sat in the living room with bloodshot eyes. Xue Rao and Xue Can had just left, and she had been crying and making a scene, asking Li Jinghe to find a way to get shares from their father.
Li Jinghe grew angrier the more she thought about it, and angrily said to the driver Zhao Lin beside her, "What can I do? I take care of Xue Qielu's food, clothing, and lodging during the day, and I have to sleep with this old dog at night. I've been doing this for thirty years, every single day. And what's the result? He still trusts that old nun from Cihangzhai the most!"
Zhao Lin, around thirty-five years old and tall and strong, comforted Li Jinghe, saying, "Arao and Acan are right. A seven-figure allowance a month is indeed a lot, but compared to five percent of the shares, it's nothing."
"How could I not know the shares are valuable?!" Li Jinghe's voice rose eight octaves. "But what could I do? They even blame me, their mother! If they had half the ambition of Lawyer Xue and half the intelligence of Song Qinggui, they wouldn't be like this now. Xue Rao only knows how to shop, drink, and go clubbing all day long, and Xue Can is even worse. He was almost wanted by the police in the United States, and Lawyer Xue had to bail him out! And they still want the shares? Do they think their father is brainless?!"
Li Jinghe's chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Zhao Lin sat down beside her with a fawning smile and pulled her into his arms.
Li Jinghe was startled and tried to push him away: "What are you doing?! In broad daylight! And at home!"
Zhao Lin held her tightly, saying, "What's wrong with being at home? We're in our own yard, and the master is away on a business trip to Hong Kong. Besides, even if he comes back, I'm not afraid. I'll just say I've liked Sister Jing for a long time, I can't control myself, I can't help myself. At worst, I'll get a beating. This is a society governed by law, he can't kill me, can he?"
Li Jinghe was amused by Zhao Lin's shamelessness and stopped refusing, leaning wearily into his arms.
"Sister, don't overthink it. Didn't you already make arrangements with that gambling addict at the bookie's?" Zhao Lin said, "Just relax. I'll take good care of you tonight and make sure all your troubles disappear."
Li Jinghe blushed with embarrassment at those words and punched Zhao Lin lightly.
That night, Li Jinghe told the nannies to leave work early, locked the gate to his own courtyard, and Zhao Lin stayed overnight.
Li Jinghe actually preferred going to hotels, but Zhao Lin preferred staying at home, finding it more exciting.
Li Jinghe and Zhao Lin have maintained this relationship for many years. Li Jinghe took Zhao Lin under her wing when he was just a young boy.
In families like theirs, it's not uncommon for wealthy wives to keep young men as lovers.
My husband is busy with his business and is away from home most of the year. He also has many mistresses outside. Why should a woman have to stay at home and live a life of widowhood?
However, Zhao Lin was able to stay by Li Jinghe's side for more than ten years without Li Jinghe replacing him, which is rare in the industry.
Several of the sisters secretly asked Li Jinghe what was so special about Zhao Lin that made her so infatuated.
Li Jinghe just laughed it off, saying that he had done a good job and that he had become a trusted confidant over the years, and it would be a pity and uneasy to send him away.
But at this moment, Li Jinghe looked at Zhao Lin, who was lying on top of her and panting heavily, and she was momentarily dazed.
She'd been with him for so many years, partly because he was indeed very capable in bed and could bring her pleasure, and partly because she actually had feelings for him too...
Thinking of this, Li Jinghe was suddenly startled. At her age, did she still believe in love?
No...no...she's just...just too lonely...
Her whole life was so lonely...
After venting his anger, Zhao Lin let the already somewhat exhausted Li Jinghe lie on his waist, while he leaned against the bed and scrolled through his phone.
While searching for interesting local stories, Zhao Lin suddenly saw a video.
"Sister, look! Isn't this Jingtian Hospital? Isn't this Song Qinggui?"
Li Jinghe looked up and saw a video of a man causing a scene in the ward, smashing up the doctor's office, and then leaving. Song Qinggui went over to clean up the mess.
Li Jinghe immediately sat up: "Can you find out who the man inside is?"
Zhao Lin quickly downloaded the video: "I'll give it a try, it shouldn't be too difficult."
...
On the same day, the bookmaker...
Zhuang Xiaomeng and her parents finished dinner with worried expressions.
Zhuang Xiaomeng swallowed the last bite of bok choy, took a deep breath, forced a smile, and took out her phone: "Dad, I got paid today, 13,000 yuan in total. I'll transfer 10,000 yuan to you. I'm going to the supermarket with Mom later to buy some good food for us to eat tomorrow."
To everyone's surprise, Zhuang Zhong slammed down his chopsticks: "What good is ten thousand yuan! Didn't I tell you to seduce Xue Lu? You've been at Jingtian for so long! What have you been doing?!"
Every time Zhuang Zhong roared, Zhuang Xiaomeng would tremble, and her eyes would quickly redden.
Mrs. Zhuang felt sorry for her daughter: "Why are you yelling? Jingtian is so big. Even though Mengmeng has started working here, she can't see Lawyer Xue every day. You have to give her some time."
"Useless trash!" Zhuang Zhong glared fiercely at Zhuang Xiaomeng: "If we were counting on you, your old man would have died long ago!"
After saying that, he took out an ampoule and handed it to Zhuang Xiaomeng: "Go to the Xue family's party this weekend and find a way to get this medicine for Xue Lu. You two will have to make it a fait accompli. Third Aunt and I have already agreed that once you two have done it, she will naturally bring people in, and I guarantee that Xue Lu will not be able to renege on his promise."
"Dad!" Zhuang Xiaomeng cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Are you asking me to drug Xue Lu?! And to have someone catch us in the act?!"
"I'm helping you!" Zhuang Zhong said, "Do you still want to live the life of a rich young lady? Haven't you always wanted to be with Xue Lu? It's the best of both worlds!"
Zhuang Xiaomeng's shoulders trembled with shock, and she hesitated to reach out.
"You're not willing? There are plenty of people who are! Your aunt's cousin, your uncle's cousin, they're all lined up waiting!" Zhuang Zhong threatened, "You're my own daughter, I trust you the most, that's why I asked you to do this!"
Zhuang Xiaomeng kept crying, but in the end she still managed to take the bottle into her hands.
Mrs. Zhuang, however, had doubts: "Is this medicine reliable? Does such a medicine really exist in the world? Old Zhuang, don't let anyone fool you."
Zhuang Zhong spat, "You don't know anything. I had someone specially get this from Southeast Asia. That's the drug that ladyboys use to scam white people. It can't be wrong."
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