Qi Jia.
"What did you say?"
Qi Feiwan stared wide-eyed at the servant who had come to report, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Miss, all the people we were looking for have been arrested by that Ji Huaishen."
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
Qi Feiwan gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes dangerously.
Suddenly, a cold, ruthless smile appeared on his lips.
Fortunately, she had a backup plan.
No matter how capable Ji Huaishen is, he can't trace it back to her.
The fact that they failed to eliminate Mu Xiaocheng this time means that the scoundrel is lucky.
Next time, I won't let her off so easily.
Qi Feiwan slowly clenched her hands at her sides, her gaze turning sinister.
—
Song Yansheng was sent to the hospital, which gave the Song family a big scare.
Fortunately, Meng Xunqian was there, so the situation wasn't too serious.
By the next day, Song Yansheng's condition had improved, and her fever had subsided.
When Meng Xunqian came to check on the patients with two students, he saw Song Yansheng lying half-reclined on the hospital bed with a computer on the small table in front of her.
His face was extremely fair, but he was staring intently at the computer screen in front of him, frowning in thought.
Meng Xunqian knew it at a glance.
Song Yansheng can't stay idle; he's working again.
They're probably studying some game data or program code right now.
"I knew you couldn't stay still."
Meng Xunqian was dressed in a white coat, with an upright posture and a gentle and refined appearance.
Song Yansheng coughed lightly, lazily raised her eyes to glance at him, and ignored him.
Instead, he continued doing his own thing.
Meng Xunqian wasn't annoyed. He walked over to him, personally checked him over, and then gave a few instructions to the students beside him.
The students then left on their own.
Only Meng Xunqian and Song Yansheng remained in the ward.
The two grew up in the same compound; Meng Xunqian is twenty-eight this year, and Song Yansheng is twenty-seven.
We're about the same age.
In addition, Meng Xunqian had always been Song Yansheng's attending physician, so the two naturally had a good relationship.
Meng Xunqian put away his stethoscope, raised an eyebrow at the person on the hospital bed, and smiled slightly: "I heard that a girl brought you here last night?"
“You were completely drunk and had nothing on you. It was our hospital staff who notified your parents.”
Upon hearing Meng Xunqian's words, Song Yansheng slowly raised her eyes, her gaze cold and clear.
Meng Xunqian didn't take it to heart, and the smile disappeared from his gentle face.
"As your attending physician, I must remind you again, Young Master Song, your immunity is lower than normal. You must not touch cigarettes or alcohol anymore."
When Meng Xunqian said this, his aura changed instantly.
He seemed to instantly transform into a cold-faced, unapproachable doctor.
Song Yansheng didn't speak, and lowered her eyes.
This time, he acted willfully.
He just wanted to experience the life of a normal person.
So he went to a bar.
Everyone says that drinking can wash away all sorrows, and he wanted to try the taste of alcohol, but...
It seems he's caused trouble for everyone again.
He lowered his eyes, revealing his dejection.
Seeing this, Meng Xunqian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Get some rest, and don't do anything foolish next time."
After saying that, he turned and left the ward.
Just then, Yangpu walked in carrying lunch.
He was scrolling through Weibo as he walked.
He placed the insulated boxes on the table, opened them, and arranged them one by one in front of Song Yansheng.
He then handed a spoon to Song Yansheng.
"Young master, this is soup that Aunt Yun made. Please have some."
Song Yansheng took the soup and quietly drank it.
Yangpu picked up his phone again, scrolling through Weibo while muttering to himself, "Damn! These internet trolls are so shameless! They're smearing my goddess like this!"
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