"Miss, please cooperate with us in the rescue! Please rest assured, we will do our best to treat your family member!" The nurse forcibly blocked Song Mian from entering the room.
Aunt Shen was also ushered out. She quickly came to Song Mian's side to comfort her: "Xiaomian, don't worry too much! Your grandma will be fine. Come and sit down with me and wait for your grandma."
Song Mian sat stiffly in the seat by the door.
The rescue operation lasted for more than ten minutes before it finally ended.
After leaving the ward, Dr. Qin removed his mask and, under Song Mian's expectant gaze, said, "Ms. Song, rest assured, your grandmother is out of danger. However, her condition is unstable, so we cannot perform surgery on her for the time being. Please be sure to take good care of her from now on, and under no circumstances should she be subjected to any further stress."
"Okay, I've got it all." After hanging up the phone, Song Mian and Aunt Shen went into the ward together to check on Chen Guiying's condition.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Song Mian grasped Chen Guiying's hand and noticed that the old woman's fingers were icy cold. Not only that, but her lips also looked pale, which made Song Mian's heart clench uncontrollably.
"Xiaomian, it's all my fault. I forgot to take your grandma's phone with me when I went out to get water. Who would have thought your brother would call at this crucial moment and upset her? I should have been more careful. I'm so sorry..."
“Aunt Chen, don’t say that. Those people are impossible to guard against, it’s normal that you are no match for them.” As Song Mian spoke, she picked up Chen Guiying’s phone and clearly saw that the first call record on it was indeed a call from Song Jinyan.
After confirming that her grandmother was alright, Song Mian left the ward without a word, pushed open the emergency exit door, and walked straight out.
Standing on the empty staircase, Song Mian dialed Song Jinyan's number.
Song Jinyan answered the phone quickly and spoke to Song Mian on the other end in a teasing tone: "Grandma, I've already told you about the current situation. Just believe me and bring Song Mian home with you. This family is willing to offer a dowry of 300,000 yuan to marry Song Mian, and Grandpa has also agreed. As long as you trick Song Mian into coming back, you don't need to worry about anything else. I guarantee everything will go smoothly."
After hearing Song Jinyan's words, Song Mian realized what was going on: "Song Jinyan, did you call here specifically to threaten Grandma?"
"It's Song Mian. Tsk, since you've already heard it, I won't hide it from you anymore. This is the situation now. If you know what's good for you, you'd better bring that old bastard back right away. Otherwise, you'd better watch out, Grandpa will never forgive you for the rest of his life!"
Song Mian really wanted to give Song Jinyan a good scolding and shut the man up completely.
But she also knew very well that she couldn't act impulsively right now.
So she took a deep breath and said to Song Jinyan in a very tired tone, "Song Jinyan, I'm really tired right now. I'll give you 300,000 yuan, please let me and my grandma go."
Upon hearing this, Song Jinyan on the other end of the phone became even more arrogant, sneering at Song Mian, "Song Mian, now you know how powerful a family can be, right? Hahahaha, fine, we can let you and that old bastard go. But 300,000 is only enough for one person's freedom. Besides giving me 300,000, you also have to withdraw 300,000 from that old bastard's bank account and give it to me!"
Seeing that Song Jinyan had gotten to the point, Song Mian deliberately hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's possible, but I have to go and withdraw the money myself, and then take Grandma's bank card away. Otherwise, I'm worried that you might cause some trouble later."
"Hehe, do whatever you want. But Song Mian, don't blame me for not warning you, you'd better not let anyone else know about this, otherwise, you may be able to handle it, but Grandma may not be. We have plenty of ways to deal with this!" Song Jinyan hung up the phone after saying that.
Soon after, Song Mian received a message from Song Jinyan informing her of the time and address for their meeting that evening, and her gaze grew increasingly cold.
Her initial hesitation wasn't due to indecisiveness, but rather because she worried that her grandmother would be hurt by her actions.
But now it seems that her hesitation has given these people the capital to be arrogant.
Since that's the case, she no longer hesitated.
With that in mind, Song Mian found Qi Yefeng's number and made a call.
Qi Yefeng, on the other end of the phone, was overjoyed to receive Song Mian's call and said excitedly, "Miss Song, why are you calling me at this hour?"
Song Mian said politely, "Mr. Qi, are you free tonight? I would like to ask you for a favor."
Qi Yefeng readily agreed, and then listened to Song Mian explain the whole story before continuing to discuss the details with her.
That evening, Song Mian hung up a "Closed" sign at the entrance of the funeral clothing store, then put on a black windbreaker and went out of the house.
Wearing a baseball cap, Song Mian went to the bank first, withdrew 300,000 yuan in cash from her bank card, and put it into a black sports backpack.
After doing all this, Song Mian deliberately walked through several places with surveillance cameras before leisurely arriving at the place she had agreed to meet with Song Jinyan.
It was a dimly lit alley. When Song Mian arrived, she discovered that not only Song Jinyan was there, but Song Yuan was also there.
Upon seeing Song Mian, Song Yuan waved to her triumphantly: "Isn't this my dear sister? It's been so long, your brother has missed you."
Song Mian remained expressionless and threw the backpack in front of the two men: "This is the 300,000 I promised you. You can count it."
Seeing that Song Jinyan had even taken out a counterfeit money detector from his pocket, Song Mian's eyes were practically overflowing with disgust.
Song Yuan and Song Jinyan checked 300,000 together.
After checking and confirming that there was nothing wrong with the money, Song Jinyan looked Song Mian up and down with a malicious gaze and sneered, "Song Mian, we really underestimated you. We never thought you could make so much money by relying on ghosts."
Song Mian's calm expression immediately turned tense after hearing Song Jinyan's words: "What do you mean by that? I don't understand."
"Alright, alright, if you don't understand, you don't understand. Song Mian, this is Zhang Guiying's bank card. Go and withdraw the 300,000 yuan from it, and then bring the rest of the money back to us." Song Jinyan said, tossing the empty backpack he was carrying to Song Mian.
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