Chapter 141 Three in One (1)

Director Li and guest Zhang Qiu were about to end their conversation and go their separate ways.

The dean and Secretary Cui instinctively took two steps forward, wanting to ask Ke Zhangqiu questions about the 'vegetative patients in rehabilitation department'.

After all, before becoming the dean, both the dean and Secretary Cui had worked in clinical positions for many years.

The dean looked at Director Li for a moment, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. From what the two said, it seemed that Dr. Su went to the Central Hospital's Rehabilitation Department for a surprise visit and treated more than one vegetative patient...

If it weren't for the family members of other vegetative patients, or if the doctors at the central hospital hadn't seen the substantial results, I'm afraid the doctors at the other hospital wouldn't have taken the initiative to come to the Sixth Hospital to discuss this matter with Ke Zhang.

The Dean and Secretary Cui knew without any guessing that the middle-aged man in front of them, who looked to be around 50 or 60 years old, must be the director of the Rehabilitation Department of the Central Hospital, or the second-in-command of the Rehabilitation Department, otherwise he would not have come all the way to their Sixth Hospital to find Director Ke and say these words.

Seeing that his favorite doctor, Xiao Su, seemed to be one step closer to the top 100 of the world's famous doctors, the dean smiled, cleared his throat, and was about to ask a question.

But at this moment...

A young girl suddenly rushed out of a ward in the general internal medicine department. She had a simple low ponytail and her slightly pale face was flushed with excitement. She rushed out of the ward and shouted to the nurses standing in front of the nurses' desk: "She's standing up! She's standing up! My mother is standing up! Come and have a look, come and help me!"

Wang Yunyun was so happy that she was almost going crazy!

God knows how excited she was when she found out her mother could stand up? !

You have to know that three months ago, my mother Wang Xiaomei was diagnosed with high paralysis after a car accident, and it was a complete paralysis!

She was desperate at one point and even doubted that she would be able to hold on.

However, Dr. Su gave her and her mother hope.

From the beginning, my mother had no feeling in her lower body, to gradually starting to feel pain, to regaining the sense of touch, to being able to slowly move her toes...

Even though it is very hard to take care of patients with high-level paralysis every day, not only do we need to turn the patients’ bodies every two hours to prevent bedsores, but we also need to massage the patients every day to prevent muscle atrophy…

But she is happy every day!

Today, Wang Yunyun was almost surrounded by this joyful mood!

Her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her eyes were as bright as stars in the night. Almost the moment she saw Su Tang, she rushed forward and hugged Su Tang!

Wang Yunyun used so much force with both hands that Su Tang almost couldn't come back to her senses.

"Doctor Su! Doctor Su! My mother stood up. My mother really stood up! I always thought that my mother had a high-level paralysis and would never be able to stand up again. They all said that my mother had a complete paralysis..."

"I never thought that I would be able to recover one day! And I recovered so quickly!"

Wang Yunyun was so excited that she was incoherent, tears of joy streaming down her face. "I was lying on the bed to rest...my mother was thirsty and wanted to drink some water, but she stood up by herself! She even took two steps by herself! Doctor Su, please come quickly! Please come with me to see my mother!"

“Cough cough… cough cough cough…”

Su Tang patted Wang Yunyun on the back and said, "Yunyun, let me go first. I will go with you to see her now..."

Wang Xiaomei's recovery speed was 50% faster than Su Tang had originally planned, especially because Wang Yunyun took good care of her, and the mother and daughter encouraged each other every day.

Perhaps it was because mothers are strong… The later the treatment progressed, the faster Wang Xiaomei recovered. In addition, Wang Xiaomei was not particularly old to begin with, so she was able to stand up after the treatment, which was something Su Tang had expected after the neurosurgery examination.

"Sorry, sorry... Doctor Su, I was too excited just now." Seeing that Su Tang was almost out of breath in her hug, Wang Yunyun was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into! She scratched her head with embarrassment.

"It's okay... It's a good thing that your mother can stand up. Let's go see her first." After Su Tang was released, she took two breaths, calmed herself down, turned around and gave Dai Zongguo beside her an apologetic smile, then followed Wang Yunyun to go to Wang Xiaomei's ward.

Dai Zongguo: “???” What? High paralysis? Complete paralysis?

Dai Zongguo stood aside, almost dumbfounded. He stared at Su Tang's departing back with wide eyes in disbelief, feeling suffocated.

No...can you please explain the reason?

Could it be that traditional Chinese medicine is so irrational and unscientific?

Yes! You can treat vegetative patients, and you can also perform high-level amputation? ?

But these are two completely different concepts, okay? !

One cause is in the brain, the other is in the spine. You can't treat vegetative patients and high-level paraplegic patients as having the same disease just because they are both human beings and lying in bed!

According to this theory, cerebral hemorrhage, myasthenia gravis, hypoglossal nerve injury, acute spondylitis, and paralysis are all the same disease! Because they can all cause the patient to be paralyzed in bed and unable to take care of himself!

What are the different departments in hospitals? Can we unify them all into one department?

Dai Zongguo cursed and roared angrily in his heart, but his legs unconsciously followed Su Tang towards Wang Xiaomei's ward.

…

Director Li and the dean, who were standing in the corridor not far away, also stood there in a daze.

Director Li held Ke Zhangqiu's hand and stammered, "Director Ke... this, this is? A patient with complete high paralysis?"

Wang Yunyun's voice just now was quite loud, and Director Li, who was standing nearby, could hear it clearly.

Ordinary paralysis and complete paralysis are completely different concepts. Complete paralysis means that the lower body has no sensation at all and is considered by others to be a paralysis that cannot be cured!

If a vegetative patient who has been lying in bed for a year still has a 1.6% chance of recovery, then for a patient with complete paralysis, the chance of recovery is only 0%!

"That's not the case... This high-level paralysis patient was previously diagnosed as a complete paralysis by other departments, but after Xiao Su gave the patient an acupuncture injection, he found that the patient still had a little feeling under deep acupuncture point stimulation. So it can't be considered a complete paralysis, it can only be considered a more difficult paralysis." Ke Zhangqiu tried hard to pull his hands back, but Director Li held them too tightly. The old man's forehead was covered with sweat but he couldn't pull his hands away. He had no choice but to give up and explained a few words.

Director Li's eyes lit up when he heard this. He grabbed Ke Zhangqiu's hands tightly and smiled, "Director Ke... to be honest, we have several paraplegic patients in our department... why don't you let Dr. Su help as well?"

Ke Zhangqiu was surprised: "???"

Ke Zhangqiu couldn't believe it: "!!!"

No, is this Su Tang a doctor from our hospital department or a doctor from the rehabilitation department of your central hospital?

She is asked to treat vegetative patients and paralyzed patients. Why don't you just let her treat all the patients in your department?

Ke Zhangqiu had a blank expression on his face and ruthlessly refused: "No, Director Li, this matter cannot be agreed to... Xiao Su is here in the hospital, and there are many patients waiting for her... If those paralyzed patients cannot be treated in the Central Hospital, Director Li can suggest that they come to the General Internal Medicine Department of the Sixth Hospital and register for Xiao Su..."

…

Ke Zhangqiu and Director Li are still talking here.

However, the director and Secretary Cui subconsciously followed Su Tang and Wang Yunyun into the ward to check on the patient with high paralysis.

The major car accident in July caused many pedestrians to die on the spot, and many others were seriously injured and hospitalized and have not recovered yet.

Among them, Wang Xiaomei, who suffered high-level paralysis, was someone that both the dean and Secretary Cui had some impression of. They even participated in the hospital-wide expert consultation on Wang Xiaomei.

I was sad to hear that Wang Xiaomei was diagnosed as completely paralyzed by many experts at that time.

But at this moment.

In the ward, a middle-aged woman who was familiar to the dean and Secretary Cui, yet somewhat strange, tightly grasped the window railing and looked at Su Tang excitedly.

The man was in his forties or fifties, with hair full of white hair, and looked extremely haggard.

But no one could ignore the joy that radiated from his whole body.

"Doctor Su... look at me, look, I can really stand up now..." Wang Xiaomei's voice choked with sobs, her hands tightly grasping the armrests.

The other person's frail body, wearing a wrinkled and baggy hospital gown, looked frail and haggard, and his hunched back looked listless, unable to straighten his back at all. She even stood there with her legs trembling, not daring to move.

But it is just like this, looking sick, with shaking legs, looking listless, unable to straighten his back, in such an embarrassing manner.

But everyone in the ward, from the patients to the patients in the next bed, and to the medical staff who rushed over because of Wang Yunyun's shouting, all showed happy smiles!

"Okay, I see."

Su Tang smiled brightly, nodded, took two steps forward to support him and said, "If you can sit up and stand up on your own, you will be almost cured. In another week, you will be able to be discharged from the hospital."

"Then you won't have to get injections twice a day like you do now. You just need to take the decoction I prescribe for you on time and go to the clinic for injections three times a week." Su Tang smiled and said, "If the clinic doesn't have my number, just call me."

Wang Xiaomei's family was not well off financially, and she had been clamoring to be discharged from the hospital a long time ago.

Now that the disease has been mostly cured, there is no need to stay in the hospital any longer.

What is more important now is to allow the patients to recover and recuperate after returning home...

Wang Xiaomei and Su Tang were having an intimate conversation, surrounded by a large crowd of onlookers.

The dean and Secretary Cui were squeezed in the crowd and for a moment they were not very noticeable.

The dean blinked, touched his chin, and nodded with satisfaction.

He thought, why would Dr. Su take three years to pass the exam to become an associate chief physician? If he urges the thesis and works hard, maybe he can get the title of associate chief physician in one or two years!

Sure enough, he had underestimated Dr. Su in the past.

He will have a good talk with Dr. Xiao Su about the importance of the thesis later. He must make Dr. Xiao Su understand how much the hospital values ​​her!

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Over in the General Internal Medicine Department of the Sixth Hospital, there was a wave of joy over Wang Xiaomei's recovery. Even some patients and their families who didn't quite understand what complete paralysis was had a brief education from others. Even Wei Yan, who was originally in a bad mood, raised his eyebrows.

However, in the urban village about ten kilometers away from the Sixth Hospital, Su Wanwan, in a panic and with a pale face, stumbled along a narrow path in the urban village towards the nearby subway station.

Su Wanwan looked unhappy, and the gloomy aura all over her body was almost covering up her beautiful appearance.

A few days ago, Typhoon Basho made landfall. She thought it was OK to stay in her room, but she didn't expect that the house she rented would leak during the typhoon! It was raining heavily outside and lightly inside. The storm not only soaked the quilt and bed covers, but also accumulated water in the room.

She was in poor health to begin with, and she had suffered from congenital heart disease since childhood, so it was no wonder that she had lived a life of luxury in the Su family.

Now there was a typhoon and heavy rain, and the temperature dropped sharply. In addition, there was water in the room. Su Wanwan, who did not bring any thick clothes from the Su family, fell ill on the day of the typhoon. She finally got up and called the landlord.

However, the landlord told her that he did not live in the urban village and asked her to call 120 or seek help from other neighbors.

Logically speaking, at this time, just calling 120 can solve the problem...

However, she subconsciously thought of Su Tang and instinctively avoided the 120 option.

Even though there are more than 40 Grade A hospitals in the city and the urban village is quite far from the Sixth Hospital, Su Wanwan does not want to make this decision when she thinks that she might be sent to the Sixth Hospital by ambulance, even if there is only a one percent chance.

So she went out and knocked on the doors of several houses next door, but the house she chose was mostly occupied by singles.

It was not known whether these residents were afraid of getting into trouble because of her frail face, or whether these residents knew that the house would leak and had already gone to other more suitable places to shelter from the rain.

Su Wan went downstairs that night and knocked on five or six doors but couldn't open any of them. It wasn't until she couldn't bear it anymore and was about to call 120 for emergency services...

However, I found that my phone had been wet by the rain at some point, and the screen went black and I couldn't turn it on.

Su Wanwan's face was dark, and her eyes were full of anger. She recalled the temperature dropping by more than ten degrees before the typhoon came. Without any cold protection measures, her cell phone was turned off, and no one opened the door, she dragged her sick body to look for a hotel in the heavy rain...

Then I thought about how I had finally found a simple little hotel in the heavy rain, checked in a room, took a shower, took some medicine, and lay down to rest.

Unexpectedly, the wallet I had with me was stolen!

Su Wanwan's face was so ugly that she almost cried out. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "How dare the boss tell me that it was impossible for anyone to enter my room?! I think the boss stole it himself! How dare he say that the camera in the hotel was broken by the typhoon?!"

The money that Su Wanwan got from the pawnshop for the luxury suitcases and clothes was not as much as she had imagined. The items originally cost tens of thousands of dollars, but the pawnshop cut the price to one-fifth of the original price, using the excuse that the items were damaged and depreciated.

According to the original plan, she wanted to take the money and live in the urban village for a month. After a month, when Song Zhehao failed to lead the company to change its business, she would take out the chips.

Even if Song Zhehao had no intention of switching to the medical industry, she could still persuade him to set up a laboratory to test the authenticity of the paper. Then, step by step, the anti-cancer drugs could be put on the right track.

But now she had to go find Song Zhehao in advance.

Touching her pocket for the 10 yuan given to her by a kind passerby, holding in her hand the provincial medical journal that she always carried with her but was wet and wrinkled by the rain, Su Wanwan stepped into the subway entrance next to her with a sullen face!

…………

Song Group Head Office.

Song Zhehao sat in the office with a frown on his face, and he unconsciously rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers.

As the income from real estate has gradually declined in recent years, the market value of the Song Group in the stock market has continued to shrink, and the major shareholders of the group have gradually begun to have opinions about him as the chairman.

Song Zhehao even heard several times that his subordinates and group shareholders complained about him in private, saying that he was not as good as Song Che, that vegetative state!

This made Song Zhehao both angry and a little bit embarrassed, and he became more determined to lead the group in cross-industry reform.

However, in today's society, the leading industries are naturally cutting-edge science, such as information technology, scientific research, software, information transmission, etc., followed by the financial industry, entertainment and cultural industries, and education industry.

As for the remaining industries, except for water, gas, and health care, the annual growth values ​​of most industries cannot even surpass the average level of all industries.

The logistics industry, which was very popular a few years ago, is also slowly declining, just like the real estate industry.

However, as a real estate group, the Song Group has no background in cutting-edge science and information technology.

There is simply no chance of beating those information technology companies that have been thriving and even growing bigger and stronger, not to mention those financial companies that have been developing in the financial industry for decades or even hundreds of years!

Water, gas, health and medical care are all major state-owned businesses, and the Song Group cannot participate in them either.

Therefore, after much thought, Song Zhehao decided that the entertainment and cultural industry and the education industry were the most suitable.

However, the two SSS-level film and television projects invested in at the beginning of this year suffered a disastrous failure, and the SSS-level game project currently being invested was forced to be suspended due to problems with the partner...

Nearly 1 billion yuan of funds were wasted so casually, Song Zhehao was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

"Am I not suitable for investing in the entertainment and cultural industry? However, there is no investment direction for companies in the education industry, and several offline education companies have laid off employees in the first half of this year. This shows that the education industry is also beginning to experience setbacks, and it does not seem to be a wise move to enter this industry with funds now..." Song Zhehao tapped his fingers on the table, making a bang bang sound, revealing his depressed heart at the moment.

The entertainment and cultural industry is a big cake, from the film and television industry, to novels and animation, and then to game peripherals, etc., even the theme parks derived from film and television animation are popular all over the world. Even if it is not a holiday, there are long queues every day. If you don’t wait for two or three hours, you can’t even enter the theme park gate...

How could he not salivate over such a hot market?

"It seems that I still have to find someone to cooperate with again. At the very least, I have to acquire two film and television companies and negotiate contracts with them..." Song Zhehao is carefully considering the future development direction of the Song Group.

There was a series of low knocks on the door.

Song Zhehao raised his eyes slightly and said loudly: "Please come in..."

The secretary walked in and looked at Song Zhehao respectfully and said, "Chairman, the front desk downstairs called and said that someone you know is downstairs and wants to see you."

"Who is it?" Song Zhehao raised his eyelids and asked casually.

"It's Miss Su Wanwan..." The secretary has been with Song Zhehao for two years and is familiar with some of his boss's friends.

Among them, the secretary had met Su Wanwan several times.

"Su Wanwan...? How did she find herself here?" Song Zhehao was puzzled. He put the documents in his hand on the desk, and casually stroked the hair in front of his forehead and said, "I am quite familiar with her brother, but wasn't she kicked out of the house by Mr. Song? Why did she come to me instead of looking for Su Rui?"

"To reply to the chairman, this... I don't know."

The secretary lowered his head in a respectful manner, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke again: "But I heard from the front desk that Miss Su's current condition may not be very good."

"Not very good? Could it be that he can't make a living after being kicked out of the house by the Su family?" Song Zhehao frowned and thought.

However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this possibility was very high...

When Song was 14, his father died, so he and his mother moved to the villa community where Su Rui and Su Wanwan lived.

Therefore, he had a pretty good relationship with the two siblings over the years, although he didn't like Su Wanwan, who was so weak that she would fall down at the slightest gust of wind. But he didn't reject her either, and it was a nice experience to have a little girl cheering for him while he was playing basketball.

Although Su Wanwan has been kicked out of the Su family, the Su family no longer recognizes Su Wanwan's identity.

But the friendship between the two when they were children is still there. Song Zhehao thought of the scenes when they were children.

"Go down and ask her what's the matter."

He looked up at the secretary and said, "If she can't make ends meet and needs money, give her 100,000. If she has any difficulties, and it's not a big deal, just help her solve it... If it doesn't work, bring her up to see me."

"Okay, Chairman." The secretary nodded respectfully and followed Song Zhehao's instructions...

10 minutes later.

When Song Zhehao thought Su Wanwan had left the Song Group with the money, the secretary brought Su Wanwan and knocked on Song Zhehao's door.

Song Zhehao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Su Wanwan.

Su Wanwan looked shabby at the moment. Her once exquisite makeup was now pale, and her luxurious dress was no longer neat.

Even though Su Wanwan had used the restroom of the inn to wash her clothes briefly beforehand, they were still soaked in the heavy rain and were now covered in wrinkles.

"Sorry, Brother Song, I'm really sorry to bother you during work hours..." Su Wanwan's voice was soft and weak, and her throat was even a little hoarse due to the previous cold.

"What do you want? If you have something to say, just tell me..."

Song Zhehao sat motionless at his desk, but his dark eyes looked Su Wanwan up and down, finally fixing on Su Wanwan's pale cheeks: "If you need to contact a doctor in the cardiac surgery or cardiology department, I can help you this time..."

Almost 70 to 80 percent of the residents in the entire villa area knew that Su Wanwan had congenital heart disease, not to mention Song Zhehao who had had contact with Su Wanwan.

"No, my illness does not require a doctor for the time being..."

Su Wanwan shook her head slowly, and with a pair of wet eyes she looked at Song Zhehao firmly and sincerely, saying, "Brother Song, I know that the Song Group has been thinking about changing its business recently, and even several film and television projects lost money before the New Year."

Song Zhehao raised his eyebrows slightly: "?"

Continue to wait for Su Wanwan's next words.

"I came to the Song Group this time to cooperate with Brother Song!" Su Wanwan looked at Song Zhehao and said word by word: "I know there is a project that will definitely make a lot of money in the future, but I don't have the funds on hand now, so I hope to cooperate with the Song Group!"

Su Wanwan: "I don't want anything else, I just need 5% of the profits after this project is established in the future!"

The girl stood straight in the office, her bright eyes as if she had grasped the last straw, and the content of her words made Song Zhehao dumbfounded. The secretary who brought Su Wanwan upstairs looked at Su Wanwan with surprise, almost thinking that he had heard what the other party said wrongly.

"You said you knew of a project that would make a lot of money in the future? You asked us to cooperate with each other, and you would get 5% of the profits after the project is established?"

Song Zhehao crossed his arms over his chest and looked Su Wanwan up and down again with a surprised look. He chuckled and said, "Su Wanwan, you are the daughter of the Su family after all and have lived in the Su family for 20 years. How come you didn't learn anything good but learned to get something for nothing? Your Su family and your brother were not like this before."

"You said you know a project that makes a lot of money, but I know 12345 projects that can make a lot of money - smartphone development, solar-powered self-driving car development, which one can't make money?"

Song Zhehao said nonchalantly, "But all these require skills and understanding of the rules... You can neither provide the corresponding technology nor the corresponding project plan, and you can't even find the right industry talents... Isn't it a bit inappropriate to just talk about a project without any evidence?"

If the plot of the novel begins, the hero and heroine love each other forever, to the point of life and death.

Not to mention the 5% profit, even if Su Wanwan asked Song Zhehao to transfer most of his assets to her, Song Zhehao would immediately nod his head in agreement. However, Song Zhehao, who has not experienced any love-hate relationship with Su Wanwan, only regards the girl in front of him as a playmate with whom he had a little affection when he was a child.

Even this little bit of goodwill was mostly dissipated after seeing Su Wanwan's ruthless look and seeing that the other party was getting something for nothing.

Su Wanwan didn't know what Song Zhehao was thinking. She just frowned and looked at him anxiously and said, "Brother Song, you haven't finished listening to the project I want to talk about. How do you know that I am getting something for nothing?"

Su Wanwan took out the provincial medical journal in her hand, flipped through the section about cancer drugs, and frowned, "Brother Song, take a look at this paper! The anti-cancer drugs written in this paper are the project I want to cooperate with you on! We just need to find the author, buy his drug formula, open or acquire a small biopharmaceutical company, and then we can make a fortune!"

Su Wanwan became more and more excited as she spoke. Even her usually gentle voice rose several pitches involuntarily. She even spoke too fast, and her frail body was unable to support her. She coughed several times in succession.

"Are you kidding? You want me to spend money to invest in such a project?" After glancing at the provincial medical journal whose pages were wrinkled by rain, Song Zhehao became even more disappointed.

What kind of project is this?

Just pick up a paper from a medical magazine and say you can invest and make a lot of money?

If it is really so easy to make money in this world, would the projects he invested in before still result in losses?

Not to mention that if you can really make money by writing any paper, then wouldn’t all the money in the world be monopolized by medical journals around the world?

He does not deny that doctors who can publish articles in medical journals are doctors of a certain level.

However, there are at least 7,000 to 8,000 papers on this type of drug published worldwide every year, if not tens of thousands.

Among these articles, very few can actually be transformed into clinical drugs, put on the market, and make a lot of money.

Even many drugs have their prices pushed down to extremely low levels due to government requirements, and pharmaceutical companies are barely making a living. The annual revenue of a pharmaceutical company may not even be as much as a star earns from filming a TV series.

Not to mention the effort and money required to develop a drug from a paper to research and development to market...

"Ms. Su, if there is nothing else... you should go back and rest early."

Song Zhehao straightened his collar, winked at his secretary, and asked someone to quickly escort Su Wanwan out of the office.

"Rest? I don't want to rest!" Su Wanwan was stunned and immediately pushed the secretary away anxiously. She didn't expect that Song Zhehao would not even pay attention to the project she brought!

However, the arrow had to be shot. She had already come here. Should she wait for a month until Song Zhehao's other project failed before trying again? But after this experience, by then, Su Wanwan doubted that she would even be unable to enter the door of the Song Group!

"Ms. Su, you may not have known about investment when you were in the Su family before..."

Seeing Su Wanwan excited, Song Zhehao licked his lips and said, "But as the chairman of the Su Group, I need to be responsible for the company. If you really think this project is particularly good and needs investment, you can find some venture capital companies that are interested in the pharmaceutical industry... Write a plan and a report and give it to them for negotiation."

But it is impossible to expect the Song Group to spend hundreds of millions on such a ridiculous paper...

Song Zhehao complained silently in his heart for a while, and was about to ask other secretaries to come up and "invite" Su Wanwan together...

Sure enough, after leaving the Su family, an orphan girl was nothing.

Su Wanwan was grabbed by the secretary's arms. No matter how she struggled, the tall and thin secretary with glasses' hands were like iron clamps. Not only did he not loosen his grip at all, but his grip even got tighter.

The secretary smiled gently and politely, "Ms. Su, shall I take you home? You look pale and tired. How about I ask the security guard at the gate to take you to the hospital?"

The secretary smiled and said, "Let's go... Miss Su. Our Chairman Song still needs to work, so we should not disturb the Chairman's work."

However, the secretary's smile grew brighter, and he grabbed Su Wanwan's arms with even more force, dragging her out of the office...

Although Su Wanwan is 1.68 meters tall... she has a congenital heart disease. In order to maintain her image, she dared not eat too much at Su's house. Therefore, the secretary grabbed her hands like a chicken. No matter how she struggled, she was led out of the door little by little...

Seeing that they were about to leave Song Zhehao's office, Su Wanwan could no longer keep her composure and shouted at Song Zhehao, "Brother Song, don't you trust me? After all, we grew up together. I can fool anyone but you!"

"Besides, I have never lied to anyone in my life!" Su Wanwan's eyes were red and her pale face was full of endless grievance.

As the heroine of the novel, Su Wanwan has good facial features. She is the standard Jiangnan beauty. Her eyes are filled with tears and her eye sockets are red. It is more like a pool of autumn water in her starry eyes, which makes people love her endlessly...

Perhaps the male and female protagonists of the novel are born with a marriage plot, or perhaps Su Wanwan's appearance meets Song Zhehao's aesthetic standards, or perhaps Song Zhehao's memories of his childhood moved him to sympathize with her.

Song Zhehao frowned, waved his hand, pursed his lips and said, "Secretary Feng, let her go."

"Su Wanwan, I don't want to say anything else... I know you came to Su Group to find me for money."

Song Zhehao's eyes were dark, and his tone softened a bit, but he said calmly: "I can give you some money, but don't use such a crude excuse to come to the Song Group to find me in the future... We are just acquaintances who knew each other when we were children."

"I'm very busy at work every day and don't have time to listen to your jokes like this... If you have anything to do in the future, you can go to your brother Su Rui, or you can go to your old friends."

"Secretary Feng, please give Miss Su a check for 100,000 yuan. It's a small token of my appreciation to Miss Su from my acquaintance. If you are frugal, this 100,000 yuan will be enough for Miss Su to find a suitable job." Song Zhehao is not a playboy who is out of touch with the world.

As a child raised by his mother after his father died young, Song Zhehao was not only taught by his mother about daily studies, but was also taken to the supermarket by her. Not to mention that when he was studying abroad alone, he also suffered some hardships in order to invest and save expenses.

"I don't want it..." Su Wanwan looked unhappy and pushed away the check handed to her by Secretary Feng.

With such a small amount of money, Song Zhehao is simply treating beggars well!

Even though she used to live in the Su family, and Su Rui and Su's father had not yet inherited the Su Hospital, every time Su's mother took her shopping, she would spend at least tens of thousands of dollars on her to buy various luxury clothes and jewelry.

These hundred thousand dollars were not even as much as the few pieces of clothing she had pawned before!

"……?"

Secretary Feng looked at Su Wanwan for a moment, then questioned Song Zhehao with his eyes.

Seeing that his boss didn't care about this small matter, Secretary Feng slowly took the check back.

Su Wanwan took a few deep breaths and tried to calm herself down, as if she had made up her mind...

Su Wanwan gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Song, I don't want your money... I just want you to listen to me for a few words! If you are still unwilling to invest in this project after listening to my reasons, I will turn around and leave without any entanglement! But if you are willing to invest in this project, in addition to the 5% profit, you need to help me arrange my daily life for these days!"

"Well……?"

Song Zhehao raised his eyebrows, looked at Su Wanwan curiously and said, "Since you are so sure, then tell me..."

Song Zhehao raised his chin and said, "Secretary Feng, go wait at the door."

"Okay, Chairman." Secretary Feng nodded, turned and left the office, and helped close the door.

In a separate office.

At this moment, only Song Zhehao and Su Wanwan are left——

Su Wanwan looked at Song Zhehao. Her serious expression no longer looked as weak and harmless as before. Instead, she looked like a warrior about to go to the battlefield.

"……?"

Song Zhehao raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but his cold eyes kept staring at Su Wanwan.

A strange atmosphere spread in the room, and for a moment no one in the office spoke!

Just when Song Zhehao was becoming increasingly impatient and frowned slightly.

Su Wanwan, who was standing in the middle of the office, suddenly spoke softly, "Brother Song, there is something I have never told anyone else... I have been having dreams since two years ago."

“At the time I didn’t understand what those dreams were about…”

"But as time went on, I discovered that I could dream about the future..."

The girl's voice was soft and ethereal, and Su Wanwan's serious expression made people want to believe everything she said.

Song Zhehao was puzzled: "?"

Song Zhehao frowned: "..."

Song Zhehao was simply speechless!

After all this time, this mysterious woman actually told him that she could dream about the future? Is she mentally ill, or is she deliberately trying to trick him?

Song Zhehao has never heard such speechless things in his life!

“Cough cough cough…”

Song Zhehao cleared his throat and said, "Ms. Su, please stop joking with me."

"If you can really dream about the future, how could you be 'invited' out of the Su family? At the very least, you would have prepared a large sum of money in advance... and you wouldn't have fallen to this state and come to me." Song Zhehao said this without showing any mercy to Su Wanwan.

However, Su Wanwan didn't care. When she said this, she had already thought of a countermeasure.

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