At the entrance of the county hospital.
A Jeep with special license plates drove into the yard and stopped at the foot of the stairs. Qi Yanjue got out of the Jeep first, then turned around and helped Song Yueying out of the car.
"Are you alright?" Qi Yanjue asked in a low voice, noticing that she was drooping her head and looked very listless.
Worried that she would get carsick again, I held her hand tightly.
"It's nothing." Song Yueying pouted. She really wasn't carsick, just a little annoyed. He said someone wanted to see her, but then he brought her to this hospital.
In the first few days after she transmigrated, she spent every day in this hospital.
She's a chemical genius; she can develop medicines and make pills, but she's definitely not a doctor!
"You've finally arrived." Zhao Yiheng, who had been waiting to the side, strode over, glanced at Qi Yanjue first, and then greeted Song Yueying somewhat awkwardly, "Sister-in-law."
He had previously suspected Song Yueying of being a spy, and Song Yueying overheard him discussing this with Qi Yanjue. After returning the money he had spent on the medicine, Song Yueying left the hospital immediately.
He was not given any chance to explain or apologize.
He spoke to Qi Yanjue about this matter and asked Qi Yanjue to apologize on his behalf and mediate. Qi Yanjue has been busy with tasks these past two days; he doesn't know if Qi Yanjue has done so yet.
"Dr. Zhao, how have you been lately?" Song Yueying replied with a smile.
Seeing Zhao Yiheng's unnatural appearance, Song Yueying knew that he was still bothered by what had happened before.
Although she hadn't forgotten, she felt that Zhao Yiheng's actions were understandable. Spies were rampant during this period and had indeed caused the deaths of many people.
Her changes were so drastic that it was reasonable for Zhao Yiheng to suspect her.
Zhao Yiheng, who thought Song Yueying wouldn't pay any attention to him, was taken aback and quickly said, "It's alright, thank you for coming, sister-in-law."
Song Yueying smiled, having nothing to say.
Qi Yanjue asked Zhao Yiheng, "Where is he?"
“He’s waiting in the ward. I noticed he wasn’t feeling well, so I told him to rest for a day. But he said it was a waste of his time. He’s so stubborn,” Zhao Yiheng sighed helplessly.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see him now."
"If he finds out you're here but talking to me downstairs, he'll start criticizing me again."
After saying that, Zhao Yiheng wanted to remind them, but then thought better of it. He took the lead and walked towards the stairs, with Song Yueying and Qi Yanjue walking side by side behind him.
Grabbing Qi Yanjue's arm, Song Yueying looked around; only the three of them were going up the stairs. She whispered, "Does Zhao Yiheng know the person who wants to see me?"
"Why do you ask that?" Qi Yanjue looked at Song Yueying in surprise, instead of speaking in a low voice like she did.
Song Yueying spoke softly because she didn't want Zhao Yiheng, who was walking ahead, to hear her. If Qi Yanjue spoke at a normal volume, Zhao Yiheng would definitely hear him.
Glancing at Zhao Yiheng walking ahead, Song Yueying bared her teeth at Qi Yanjue, threatening him with what she thought was a fierce look.
He whispered, "What he just said sounded like a complaint, but it actually came across as caring. So I guess he probably knows the person who wants to see me."
"You guessed right." Qi Yanjue didn't want to anger the little woman, so he said in a low voice, "They not only know each other, but they are also very close."
"You know so much about him, it seems you know that person too." Song Yueying raised an eyebrow at him. Qi Yanjue didn't intend to hide anything from her and nodded again, "I know him."
"How's your relationship?" Song Yueying asked with great interest.
"Huh?" Qi Yanjue didn't understand what she meant.
Song Yueying pursed her lips and said, "I want to know what your relationship is like with the person who wants to see me. If you have a good relationship, even if he makes things difficult for me, I can still be polite to him."
"If we don't get along and he still wants to make things difficult for me, hehehe..."
Song Yueying gave Qi Yanjue a knowing look.
Seeing that same look in her eyes again, Qi Yanjue was both amused and exasperated. He tightened his grip on her small hand and said earnestly, "Don't worry, he won't make things difficult for you."
Song Yueying glanced at him and said nothing more.
"Walk carefully, or you'll tumble all the way down the stairs if you fall," Qi Yanjue reminded her.
Song Yueying rolled her eyes at him, shook their clasped hands, and said, "If you can't catch me in time when I fall, I'll definitely pull you down to take the fall with me."
“Okay.” Qi Yanjue readily agreed.
This person is really... Song Yueying didn't know what to say about him.
Zhao Yiheng was walking ahead when he heard Qi Yanjue remind Song Yueying to walk carefully. He was shocked. He knew Qi Yanjue's personality well; he always avoided girls.
Not to mention the heartwarming reminder to the girl to walk carefully.
He was speechless after hearing Song Yueying's words.
The three of them went upstairs. Zhao Yiheng nodded to the two men standing at the top of the stairs and walked towards the ward area.
At first glance, Song Yueying could tell that the two men nodding to Zhao Yiheng were no ordinary people. They stood upright with sharp eyes, clearly soldiers.
She also found three more people like this: one by the corridor, and two standing at the door of a ward. There were five people outside, and the person being protected was accompanied by at least one or two other people.
Such a high level of security!
People who require such strict security when traveling must not just be ordinary, but of very high status.
"Sigh!" Song Yueying sighed. She just wanted a peaceful life and didn't want to be noticed by those above her. She especially didn't want to attract foreign personnel and relive the exciting days before her transmigration.
"Why are you sighing for no reason?" Qi Yanjue asked her, amused.
“You don’t understand.” Song Yueying glanced at him.
Stopping at the ward door, Zhao Yiheng exchanged a few words with the person standing there.
The person standing at the ward door opened the door, and Zhao Yiheng turned to look at Qi Yanjue and Song Yueying, "You two go in, I won't go in."
Qi Yanjue nodded and took Song Yueying's hand, leading her inside.
It was the same ward as before. Song Yueying and Qi Yanjue entered the ward. The layout inside had changed, and the hospital bed had been moved.
Where the hospital bed used to be, now sits a square table and four long benches. An elderly man sits at the table, which has a thermos and an enamel mug on it.
A young man stood by the window not far away, his aura remarkably similar to, or even surpassing, that of the five men outside.
Seeing the two walk in, the old man stood up with a smile.
The young man glanced at the two of them, his gaze lingering on Qi Yanjue's hand holding Song Yueying's for a few seconds before he didn't move.
"Hello, Grandpa Zhao." Qi Yanjue greeted him first, then turned to Song Yueying and introduced him, "Yueying, this is Grandpa Zhao, Zhao Yiheng's grandfather."
“We all call him Grandpa Zhao, so you should call him Grandpa Zhao too.”
"Grandpa Zhao is the one who calls the shots in the Ministry of Health."
A short sentence introduced Mr. Zhao's identity.
Zhao Yiheng's grandfather, Grandpa Zhao, who runs the Ministry of Health, is the one who calls the shots. Song Yueying sighed inwardly!
Wait a minute, he not only knows Grandpa Zhao, but they're also very close! Song Yueying remembered what Qi Yanjue had told her and couldn't help but turn her head to look at him.
Then she looked at Grandpa Zhao and introduced herself generously, "Hello Grandpa Zhao, I am Song Yueying."
The head of the Ministry of Health approached her, undoubtedly for the pills. Song Yueying knew this; as long as the terms met her satisfaction, she could provide the pills anytime.
"Okay, hello." Seeing that the young girl knew his identity but wasn't intimidated, and instead introduced herself generously, Old Master Zhao's cloudy eyes flashed with admiration.
He didn't look at Qi Yanjue; his gaze fell on their clasped hands. He was slightly surprised that Qi Yanjue was holding a little girl's hand.
Although the young girl is his wife, he's still an outsider! Old Master Zhao's face immediately darkened. "Qi family brat, let go of your claws."
Song Yueying then remembered that her hand was still being held by Qi Yanjue. Her pretty face flushed red, and she quickly shook off his hand.
Qi Yanjue sighed, looking at Grandpa Zhao with a mournful expression, as his wife wouldn't let him hold her hand anymore.
Grandpa Zhao wanted to tease him a bit, but business was more important, so he had to hold back. He immediately told him to go outside and talk to his son. He said he wanted to talk to Song girl.
Is it really that direct? Song Yueying's brow twitched.
"Grandpa Zhao..." Qi Yanjue was interrupted by Old Master Zhao before he could finish speaking. The old man glared at him and said, "What? Are you afraid that this old man will bully your young wife?"
"I wouldn't dare." Qi Yanjue understood Old Master Zhao's temperament. He looked at Song Yueying and said, "I'll wait for you outside. You don't need to be afraid or worry."
"I'll take care of everything."
The words "I'm here for you" warmed Song Yueying's heart, and even though she wasn't afraid, she had nothing to worry about.
Qi Yanjue nodded to Grandpa Zhao, then turned and walked out of the ward.
"Song girl, sit down and talk." Old Master Zhao had a kind smile on his face and looked at Song Yueying with gentle eyes.
"Thank you, Grandpa Zhao." After expressing her gratitude, Song Yueying walked to the square table and sat down, looking at Grandpa Zhao.
The old man wore a kind smile, but his eyes were bright and piercing. He wasn't someone easy to talk to; after all, those in positions of power are rarely easy to deal with.
While Song Yueying was sizing up Old Master Zhao, Old Master Zhao was also sizing her up.
The girl looked quite young, but the calm expression on her face was beyond her years; she was clearly a very brave girl.
Outside the ward.
When Zhao Yiheng saw Qi Yanjue come out, he quickly went over and closed the ward door. His attentiveness was so obvious that the two people guarding the ward door couldn't help but glance at him a few times.
Zhao Yiheng didn't care what others thought of him. He grabbed Qi Yanjue's arm and tried to lead him to the ward next door.
"Say what you have to say here." Qi Yanjue waved his hand away and walked to the wall to stand still.
Zhao Yiheng found it strange to see him like this. "What's wrong with you? They'll be talking for a long time inside. Aren't we tired of standing here at the door?"
"Not tired," Qi Yanjue replied with just two words, not a single word more.
Zhao Yiheng was so angry he wanted to hit him, but he couldn't beat him. He could only try to reason with him gently, "We could have found a place to sit down and talk, why do we have to stand here?"
"I promised to wait for her here, and I can't go back on my word," Qi Yanjue said seriously.
Zhao Yiheng wanted to hit him again, but he took several deep breaths to suppress the urge.
"Why are you out here too?" Zhao Yiheng walked up to Qi Yanjue and stood down.
“Grandpa Zhao sent me out,” Qi Yanjue replied.
“My grandfather is just that stubborn,” Zhao Yiheng said with a smile. “I am my grandfather’s own grandson, and he doesn’t even let me listen in there, so it’s normal that he doesn’t let you listen in there either.”
“Our situations are different,” Qi Yanjue said casually.
"What's different?" Zhao Yiheng asked, puzzled.
Qi Yanjue said, "If Grandpa Zhao doesn't let you listen, you'll never know what's being said inside. Although I didn't listen inside, I asked Yueying about it when I got back."
"Then I'll know what it says."
Zhao Yiheng was taken aback at first, then glared angrily at Qi Yanjue.
"You...you're deliberately trying to provoke me, aren't you?" It was definitely true. Qi Yanjue said all this just to provoke him. Zhao Yiheng didn't need Qi Yanjue to give him an answer; he figured it out himself.
Qi Yanjue glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Zhao Yiheng remained silent, sulking, and looked up to see the two people guarding the door of the ward. Their expressions were somewhat strange, and their shoulders were trembling, as if they were suppressing something.
Noticing Zhao Yiheng's gaze, the two quickly returned to normal.
A moment later, Zhao Yiheng nudged Qi Yanjue's arm with his elbow and asked him in a low voice, "Brother, I'd like to ask you to apologize to your wife for me."
"Did you try to mediate again?"
"No." Qi Yanjue shook his head. He hadn't dared to mention what happened in the ward after he got back, so how could he possibly apologize on his behalf?
"No." Zhao Yiheng looked at Qi Yanjue with an expression that said, "I knew you couldn't be trusted." "You're such a womanizer who neglects your brothers. You're so unreliable."
Qi Yanjue was too lazy to explain, so he just watched him act crazy.
"Tell me, tell me, I accidentally offended your wife because of you. Is it so hard for you to apologize for me?" Zhao Yiheng scolded Qi Yanjue in a low voice.
For the rest of the time, Zhao Yiheng complained about Qi Yanjue.
Qi Yanjue didn't respond at all. He went from standing to leaning against the wall, and finally squatted down next to it. Zhao Yiheng squatted down with him, leaning closer to whisper.
“My grandfather came this time because of the prescription for the pills your wife has,” Zhao Yiheng said. “The effects of the pills your wife has are terrifying.”
"If people overseas find out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
“People outside the country already know.” Qi Yanjue’s expression was inscrutable, his eyes unfathomable.
“How could that be?” Zhao Yiheng frowned and said, “We’ve been keeping the news under wraps. Even when we’re reporting it to our superiors, we haven’t explained it very clearly. The news shouldn’t have leaked out so quickly.”
Qi Yanjue reminded him, "You've forgotten Will."
“Will…how could I forget about Will?” Zhao Yiheng’s expression changed, and he wanted to punch the wall in frustration. “We should have stopped her when she sold the pills to Will.”
"You, you, especially you, why didn't you stop her?"
"She's your wife. If you speak up to stop her, she should listen to you... right?" By the end, even Zhao Yiheng himself wasn't sure.
He didn't have many opportunities to interact with Song Yueying, and the time they spent together was short. But even from those few interactions, he could tell that Song Yueying was a person with her own opinions.
Qi Yanjue probably couldn't stop her from doing what she was going to do. Thinking of this, Zhao Yiheng began to feel sorry for Qi Yanjue again; it was embarrassing for his wife not to listen to him.
Even though he didn't know what Zhao Yiheng was thinking, Qi Yanjue didn't want to talk to him anymore.
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