Yang Hua clenched her hands that were hanging at her sides, and her head felt like it was struck by lightning.
Go to the hospital?
Madam Yang has always been in good health. Even Meng Fu couldn't tell what was wrong with her. How could she be hospitalized suddenly?
There will be no physical illness, only——
trauma. .
But that's not right. She clearly left behind something to save her life. Even people from the ancient martial arts world couldn't touch Madam Yang for a while.
In the emergency room...
The servant rubbed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Chinese medicine hospital."
Hearing the name, Yang Hua didn't say a word. She took a step back. Her originally simple and honest look became silent, and she turned around and ran out.
The corners of his clothes were blown up by the wind.
...
...
The servant stood by the door, tiptoed and looked at Yang Hua's departing back, his eyes full of worry.
**
This is Su Cheng.
He sat in the study with a box of sandalwood lit in the corner.
The smoke rose, and the originally non-existent smell of fireworks became less chilly.
In the curling smoke, Su Cheng raised his eyes. His eyes were very dark and cold. The pair of deep and cold pupils almost covered up his outstanding face. The contours of his eyes were heavily shadowed, and he looked cold and oppressive.
His desk is just like him, cold and solemn, without any trace of worldly air.
Except for the airplane model on the table.
Opposite him, Su Xian pursed her lips and looked at the airplane model, "Is this made by Afu?"
Su Cheng's eyes moved to the airplane model, and his expression softened a little, but his tone was still cold, "I have taken back the authority of the intelligence network."
"But I found out that it was a cenotaph..."
Su Cheng looked up: "Su Xian."
Su Xian was silent. She glanced at Su Cheng, then turned around and walked out.
"Bang--"
The door was slammed shut.
In the room, from beginning to end, Su Huang stood in a corner with a cigarette in his mouth, but did not dare to light it.
He looked up carefully at Su Cheng's face through the smoke of sandalwood, "Master, Master, I'll go pick up Master Xiao Jiang..."
"Isn't he going to learn corporate management today?" Su Cheng lowered his eyelashes, his bony fingers fell on the documents, and his voice was a little cold.
Su Huang: "He told me this morning that he would not study today."
Su Cheng rubbed his brows, reached out and closed the document.
Picking up the phone, he sent a message to Meng Fu: [Are you still busy? 】
Meng Fu: [No. 】
She always finishes her work ahead of time.
Su Cheng raised his head and looked at the model on the table. His lonely and cold eyes seemed to have a little more brightness. He squeezed his cell phone.
Su Cheng: [Go watch your brother train? 】
Meng Fu: [Half an hour. 】
Su Cheng lowered his head and looked at the messages for a long time before he chuckled softly.
Get up and go downstairs.
Downstairs, Su Huang was watching Su Di pickle vegetables in the kitchen. Hearing the voice, he poked his head out and asked, "Master, where are you going?"
Su Cheng took his coat and said, "You don't need to pick anyone up, just go directly to the training ground."
**
laboratory.
Meng Fu met the only two women in the laboratory besides herself today.
Senior Sister Jing.
Jing Hui.
She has a delicate baby face and her smile looks harmless.
Xin Shun took on the role of introducing the staff again, "Xiao Jing, although Xiao Meng is young, his skills are very impressive."
Upon hearing this, Jing Hui looked at Meng Fu in surprise. She rarely saw Xin Shun praise someone like this.
The last time Xin Shun praised someone, it was to Guan Shuxian.
Jing Hui looked at Meng Fu and said to her friendly back, "I went to attend an academic exchange meeting and just came back today. I hope you can give me more advice in the future."
"Yes, Xiao Jing went to attend the academic exchange meeting of Zhou University." Speaking of this, Xin Shun looked at Meng Fu with a smile, "Young people nowadays are more capable than each other."
Being able to participate in the academic exchange meeting of Zhou University shows that his knowledge is definitely at the top level in the country.
Everyone in Dean Li’s laboratory is extraordinary.
"Hello." Meng Fu stretched out her hand. Her fingers were long, clean, and very polite.
After the two of them said hello, Meng Fu put down the paper in her hand and looked at Xin Shun, "Teacher Xin, I'm leaving first."
Jing Hui was very surprised to hear Meng Fu's words, and she turned to Xin Shun.
Xin Shun was not surprised at all, as if he was used to it. "Go ahead, come early tomorrow."
Meng Fu took off her coat while looking down at her phone.
Behind her, Jing Hui watched her leave before lowering her head and whispering to another researcher beside her, "Junior Sister Meng, are you off work now?"
This is even more amazing than Guan Shuxian. When Guan Shuxian was leaving, he at least said hello to Dean Li. But Meng Fu just left without even looking back?
"Well," the researcher smiled, "President Li doesn't care about her."
I can't control her, after all...
Every time something was handed to her, she finished it quickly.
Dean Li didn't know where he found the person.
It was drizzling at this moment and the sky was very gloomy. Meng Fu was going to the school to pick up Jiang Xinchen after school.
As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Su Cheng's car.
He was standing outside the car door, holding a black umbrella, talking to an old man.
Su Cheng had his back to her, but the old man was facing Meng Fu. He should also be from the research institute, but Meng Fu didn't know him.
However, the old man looked very excited.
Meng Fu felt that going over would disturb others, so she put on her mask and stood a few steps away waiting for the two to finish talking.
Less than a minute later, Su Cheng suddenly turned back, his eyes still cold.
He whispered something to the old man, then turned and walked towards Meng Fu. The old man also looked up at Meng Fu in surprise.
"Don't you have an umbrella?" Su Cheng came over, tilted the umbrella towards her, and lowered his eyelashes.
Meng Fu shook his head and said lazily: "I gave it to my cousin."
Su Cheng nodded, took her to the car, opened the passenger door, and let Meng Fu in.
The old man not far away opened his mouth wide. Su Cheng paused for a moment, then lowered his head and introduced the person to Meng Fu, "This is Professor Ximen."
"Hello." Meng Fu looked at the other person and smiled.
Professor Simon reacted and took a step back, "Hello, Miss Meng!"
He quickly turned around and left.
Meng Fu looked at his back and felt a little puzzled.
She feels...
She's not that scary, is she?
"It's okay, that's just his personality." Su Cheng looked at her and smiled faintly.
"Yeah." Meng Fu got in the car, fastened his seat belt, and just lowered his head to look at his phone.
Mobile phone, Rui Ze sent a WeChat message -
[Ms. Meng, I have a private order here, but I don’t know what to do. Do you have time to take a look? 】
[It’s about the Ren family. A surveillance camera was hacked.]
Meng Fu glanced at it casually.
Last time, Rui Ze helped her solve Yang Baoyi's problem. Meng Fu was quite tolerant of him. She rarely refused Rui Ze's requests. This time was no exception.
[Send it to my email and I’ll check it out.] 】
Rui Ze: [Touched.JPG]
Rui Ze: [Thank you, Dad.JPG]
Meng Fu glanced at it, raised her eyebrows, then turned off her phone and prepared to go back to check it later. She propped her chin up lazily with her fingers, "Why did my brother go to training today?"
Didn’t Su Huang want to give him a few days off?
"It seems that your uncle doesn't have time today." At this point, Su Cheng frowned.
I'm going to ask Jiang Xinchen about it later.
He didn't pay attention to this before because of Su Xian's matter.
Thinking about it now, Su Cheng had a hunch that something was wrong.
"No time?" Meng Fu narrowed his eyes slightly.
She held the phone in her hand and called Yang Lai.
Yang Lai answered the call quickly, and his voice was the same as usual.
Meng Fu hung up the phone, she tilted her head and looked at Su Cheng, "Brother Cheng, I keep feeling something is wrong."
"Well," Su Cheng turned around and said in a clear voice, "Let's go to the Yang family first."
**
Hospital.
An office on the intensive care unit floor.
Yang Lai hung up the phone and faced the interrogation.
The police officer showed him the records with great respect: "Mr. Yang, this is all we have found."
"Didn't you see the suspect's face?" Yang Lai looked up, his face expressionless, as if he had suppressed everything in his heart.
The voice is also very orderly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang." The policeman shook his head. He looked at Yang Lai and frowned: "When we checked the surveillance, the video was gone. We only found two pieces of information. But don't worry, Mr. Yang, we will definitely catch the murderer."
Yang Lai put his hands on the wheelchair, and at this time, his fingers were cold.
He nodded, seeming to accept the fact calmly, "Okay, thank you."
Hearing him say this, the people who were interrogating him breathed a sigh of relief.
The group stood up and were about to leave. The leader comforted Yang Lai: "Mr. Yang, don't worry, your wife will be fine."
Yang Lai raised his head, his eyes filled with a dark mist that could not be dispelled: "Thank you."
He walked the man to the elevator.
He watched the elevator door close and stopped outside the door for a long time before he controlled the wheelchair to go to the intensive care unit.
Outside the window of the intensive care unit, several of Yang Jiu and Yang Lai's confidants were there.
Seeing Yang Lai coming, they made way so that Yang Lai could see inside the house.
Although the rescue work lasted all night yesterday, Mrs. Yang was still in poor condition. She had several tubes inserted into her body and an oxygen mask on her face. She looked very pale, and the electrocardiogram next to her showed slow fluctuations.
"Boss Yang," Yang Jiu looked at him, "What did they say?"
"The surveillance was destroyed." Yang Lai said lightly.
Yang Jiu's face darkened.
"Give me what you see." Yang Lai raised his hand.
Yang Jiu pursed his lips, silently took out his mobile phone, and played a video for Yang Lai to watch.
As soon as he saw Mrs. Yang last night, Yang Jiu checked several surveillance cameras in advance. After a day of investigation, they found several useful videos.
The first video is about 35 seconds long.
A black car stopped.
The man in black threw Mrs. Yang out of the car.
The man in black acted very arrogantly and didn't even shy away from any camera.
Yang Lai recognized this person——
The person who had come to the Yang family before was a member of the He family.
Yang Lai watched Madam Yang being thrown down, his hand holding the phone turning blue, "Ahem... Ahem..."
He took a deep breath, his chest aching from coughing, even his bones aching, but deep in his eyes was a strong hatred.
"Master!" Yang Jiu's face changed and he quickly patted his back.
After coughing for a long time, Yang Lai finally caught his breath. He covered his chest, still looking at the ward, and said calmly: "Yang Jiu, go find my lawyer and transfer the property under my name overseas and set up personal accounts for them."
Yang Jiu looked at Yang Lai suddenly, his voice trembling, "Sir..."
"You must leave the Yang family," Yang Lai did not look at him and continued, "and protect the young master and young lady in secret."
"Afu's affairs should not have been leaked out yet."
"Baozhu should just let her move abroad. Baozhu must not know about this."
“…”
Yang Lai spoke one sentence after another, and every sentence made Yang Jiu tremble with fear.
He seemed to know what Yang Lai was going to do.
A rapid cell phone ring rang out.
Yang Lai lowered his head and saw Yang Hua.
He glanced at it, paused for two seconds, and then picked up the phone. His voice was the same as always, but a little dry: "Baozhu, you..."
"Brother, I'm downstairs in the hospital." Downstairs, Yang Hua stood in the center of the hospital garden, looking up at the surrounding buildings, she asked: "Where are you?"
Yang Lai paused for a moment, and his expression finally changed.
It was anxiety and worry, "Why are you back?!"
"The servant said my sister-in-law was injured," Yang Hua did not reply to Yang Lai, but continued to ask, "Where are you?"
She didn't ask about Mrs. Yang's injuries, she just wanted to see it with her own eyes.
Since Yang Hua had come, Yang Lai knew that he could not hide anymore. He took a deep breath and reported the hospital number: "Surgery Department, Inpatient Building, 19th Floor, Ward 1908."
Soon, the elevator door opened and Yang Hua walked in wearing quite thin clothes.
"Little Baozhu..." Yang Jiu was stunned for a moment when he saw her and greeted her subconsciously.
Yang Hua didn't see him, she just walked slowly towards the bedside.
She saw Madam Yang.
Before coming, she thought that even if Madam Yang was ill, it would not be serious. After all, she left something for Madam Yang, and some people could not touch Madam Yang.
"Brother, what's going on?" Yang Hua turned to Yang Jiu.
It was at this time that Dr. Qin came over with a group of doctors.
Yang Jiu and others quickly made room for them so that they could observe Mrs. Yang.
"Mr. Yang, Mrs. Yang is not in good condition," Doctor Qin looked at Yang Lai, preparing for the worst. "The injury is a problem. She lay on the ground for too long last night, and it's hard for her limbs to recover to their previous peak condition. She lost too much blood. We have prepared an expert consultation, and you can sit in."
Yang Lai comforted Yang Hua.
Then he looked at Dr. Qin and said, "I'll go with you."
Yang Hua couldn't go to the intensive care unit, and she didn't know what happened to Mrs. Yang, so she followed Yang Lai to see a specialist for consultation.
"This is Doctor Xu," Doctor Qin introduced Yang Lai, "the best orthopedic surgeon in Beijing. He will definitely restore Madam Yang to her best condition. However, she will have to undergo a second surgery today. We will discuss the risks of the second surgery."
Connecting tendons and veins is an eternal problem.
Yang Hua followed Dr. Qin silently and listened without interrupting.
The expert consultation was regarding Mrs. Yang's condition.
Yang Hua didn't understand the expert's medical terms, but she understood everything else. Mrs. Yang was in very poor health now. She had lost too much blood and was very fragile. If she was forced to have a second operation, she might die on the operating table.
"It's very risky," Doctor Xu crossed out a line of speculation on the paper, and then spoke, "If we have surgery, the patient's life will be in danger, but if we don't have surgery, the tendons and veins in her limbs will not be connected, and she will be a useless person for the rest of her life. The success rate of the surgery is 48%."
Yang Jiu hesitated for a moment. He listened to what Dr. Xu said and turned to Dr. Qin. "Dr. Qin, there is nothing you can do."
Doctor Qin smiled bitterly, "The success rate is here."
Yang Lai was very calm from beginning to end. He looked up and said, "Doctor Qin, please arrange the surgery immediately. I will sign."
Doctor Qin probably guessed Yang Lai's decision. He nodded and explained to Yang Jiu and Yang Hua: "We doctors are also human, not gods. No operation can have a 100% success rate..."
The group walked towards the intensive care unit.
The nurse pushed Mrs. Yang out of the intensive care unit.
She wasn't awake yet, not even conscious.
The collarbone was wrapped in gauze and the limbs were in irregular shapes.
The tendons and veins of the limbs cannot be connected...
Yang Hua's head was dizzy. When she saw Madam Yang, she finally reacted and looked up, "Wait!"
Dr. Qin and Yang Lai both stopped and looked at Yang Hua, who had hardly spoken a word from beginning to end.
"Brother, my sister-in-law didn't take my treasure bag." Yang Hua looked at Yang Lai.
Yang Lai opened his mouth and was about to explain to Yang Hua that when he saw Madam Yang, the magic bag was on her.
Yang Hua had already taken out her cell phone. She pressed the buttons, opened the address book, found Meng Fu's number, and dialed it.
Yang Lai's face changed. He reached out to take Yang Hua's phone and deliberately lowered his voice: "Sister, what are you doing! Don't call Afu! This matter is different from what you imagined. Listen to me, we must be under surveillance in the hospital now. You let her come here, which is equivalent to exposing her? Yizhen's limbs are broken, and she needs surgery urgently..."
Yang Hua listened quietly.
Only after she heard the end of what Yang Lai had said did she lower her head and look at the page of the number she had dialed on her phone. "Afu, did you hear everything?"
Yang Lai was stunned.
On the phone, Meng Fu's voice was cold and quiet: "Well, I'm here."
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