Chapter 200 I Saw a Ghost
Liang Zhouheng secretly raised his eyes to glance at the silent man opposite him, then said to the phone: "It's useless for you to threaten me. I really don't know what's going on..."
Before he could finish his words, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a nurse walked into the room with a trolley, complaining as she walked: "Didn't we say no smoking in the ward? How many did you smoke? You just had surgery, how can there be such a patient..."
It was too late for Liang Zhouheng to tell the nurse to shut up. The other end of the phone asked, "Which hospital are you in?"
Liang Zhouheng could already feel a fierce gaze falling on him from the opposite side. He held the phone as if it were a hot potato, and simply hung up the phone and quickly turned it off.
"There are dozens of hospitals in North City. Do you think she'll go to each one of them? She'll have to run herself to pieces, right?"
The sarcastic and playful smile on Liang Zhouheng's face froze when he met Yin Dong's dark face.
The nurse was changing Yin Dong's dressing. Liang Zhouheng had no doubt that if the nurse had not been there, he would have been very angry.
Liang Zhouheng continued to stimulate: "If she really goes looking for them one by one, will you still feel bad?"
Jiang Yuan held the phone in a daze for a few seconds. She heard every word the nurse said clearly. Liang Zhouheng didn't smoke, and the person performing the operation was not him, but Yin Dong.
It was as if everything made sense now, he was avoiding me because of an accident.
Jiang Yuan forced herself to calm down. She looked through Liang Zhouheng's circle of friends from last night and quickly determined the location of the banquet hall from those photos. She then took a taxi to the nearest hospital.
About an hour later, the door of the VIP ward was pushed open again.
Liang Zhouheng didn't even turn his head and said impatiently, "I know. I won't smoke anymore. Are you tired of it over and over again?"
There was no movement behind him. Liang Zhouheng suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned his head and almost jumped up from his chair.
Only a night light was on in the ward. Jiang Yuan was standing inside the door. She was wearing a loose, long black down jacket. Her whole body was pale except for her little face.
She stood there motionlessly, and Liang Zhouheng almost thought he saw a ghost. He never expected that she would come so quickly.
He reflexively turned his head to look across. The person opposite him didn't move at all, and there was no trace of emotion on his dark face.
But the temperature in the room seemed to drop to zero degrees suddenly. Liang Zhouheng stood up consciously and walked out of the ward. When he passed by Jiang Yuan, he subconsciously looked at her face deeply, then walked out and closed the door.
The medical staff at the entrance of the inpatient department were not there, so Jiang Yuan went from floor to floor, from ward to ward. Her disordered breathing was particularly abrupt in the quiet ward.
There was only one night light on in the ward. He sat on the sofa, his whole body shrouded in dim light. He only glanced at her coldly the moment she came in, and then his eyelids drooped and he never raised them again.
Jiang Yuan stood less than five meters away from him and looked him over carefully from head to toe, only to see that the middle finger of his right hand was wrapped in thick gauze.
Her breathing gradually became steady, and she started to walk forward, but she stopped after only two steps.
"What happened to your hand?"
He didn't even blink.
Her heart sank and the blood in her body suddenly ran cold.
She wanted to see him, and now she had seen him, but the indifference and alienation she felt was many times more destructive than not being able to see him through the phone.
Even though she was prepared, she was still caught off guard.
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