Along the way, every hospital staff member who saw him stopped and respectfully called him "Dean Song." Many young women looked shy and adoring.
Song Sichen stopped in front of the wheelchair. The usually calm man frowned and squatted down: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Didn't you just return to Jiangcheng today? What happened to your leg?"
Unexpectedly, the old man who had been looking at Jiang Nian's back with a kind expression just moments before now had a completely different face, speaking in a cold and imposing voice.
“The fiancée your sister-in-law arranged for Wen Jing is Jiang Ranran from the Jiang family. Show me her photo again.”
Song Sichen was puzzled, but he still pulled up the photos his sister-in-law had posted from the group chat.
Upon seeing Jiang Ranran in the photo, who was meticulously made up and had her picture edited, with a sweet and obedient smile, Grandpa Song sneered, "I knew I hadn't mistaken her for someone else!"
Since this mother and daughter are indeed the Jiang family mother and daughter, then this Jiang Nian girl must be the granddaughter-in-law he had previously chosen to be betrothed to Wen Jing.
What a capable, kind, and intelligent child!
"Tell your sister-in-law not to let that Jiang family mother and daughter come to the door tonight. I won't see them if they come!"
"What's wrong, Dad? What happened?"
Song Sichen was puzzled, and his brows furrowed even more.
Even though we've never met, the old man seems to harbor a great deal of resentment towards the Jiang family.
The old man continued to sneer, "Luckily I came back in time, otherwise I would have been able to stop that kind of scum from entering the Song family."
"Fortunately, Niannian didn't take that childhood betrothal seriously. Wen Jing's character and conduct are simply not worthy of such a kind and sensible girl like her."
She glanced at her youngest son, considered for a moment, and said somewhat reluctantly, "I think you're a perfect match for that young girl, having graduated from a top medical university abroad, with a high level of education, a stable job, and never having been in a relationship."
Her tone carried a hint of disdain, "I just don't know if Niannian and Nannan would even consider someone as old as you."
"……What?"
Song Sichen could no longer keep up with his old man's train of thought.
Why are they talking about Wen Jing breaking up with the Jiang family one minute, then bringing up some childhood betrothal, and then bringing up the fact that he's never been in a relationship?
Besides, he's only thirty years old, not that old, right?
Just as the man was about to press for more information, a young woman dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans walked over carrying a stack of papers.
She was slender but not frail. Her face was unadorned, yet still beautiful enough to stand out in a crowd.
Beneath those arched eyebrows were dark eyes that shone with a cool and indifferent light, making people unconsciously hold their breath the moment they met them, as if they were drawn into them.
Before Song Sichen could ask any further questions, the old man switched expressions in a second, his tone instantly becoming kind: "Niannian, my little girl, you're back."
Jiang Nian stopped and looked at the man beside her with some confusion: "Who is this...?"
The old man immediately said, "This is my youngest son, Si Chen. He happens to work at this hospital, and I just called him here."
The youngest elite hospital director in the history of the nation's top-tier tertiary hospital is said to be working at the hospital.
The old man is indeed unconcerned with trivial matters.
"So that's how it is."
Jiang Nian didn't mind and explained, "Hello Mr. Si, your father was hit by a car reversing on the side of the road. His knee may be fractured. We'll have to wait for the X-ray results to determine the extent of the injury."
"I've already paid the examination fee. Since you're here, why don't you take Grandpa for the examination? I also have some things to take care of."
"fracture?"
Upon hearing the word "fractured bone," Song Sichen looked surprised.
Judging from the old man's spirit, he never expected that the old man would be so seriously injured.
"Okay, okay, Nannan, you go ahead and do your thing."
“But Grandpa doesn’t have any money on him. You paid for all the registration and examination fees earlier. Add Si Chen on WeChat and I’ll have him transfer the money to you.”
How could the old man not have any money on him?
Song Sichen couldn't help but frown.
The old man wasn't used to electronic payments, so the bank card he carried with him for pocket money had a balance of over a million yuan. He also had several hundred thousand yuan in his WeChat and Alipay accounts on his phone, just in case of any unexpected situations.
Before he could even speak, his father glared at him and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take out your phone!"
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