The two of them were standing on the side of the road talking. There was a spacious road in front of them, with a long white guardrail in the middle. There were many vehicles coming and going, but it was quiet.

There is also a school and a hospital in this area, but honking is prohibited.

After hearing what Tan Xize said, Song Mi felt more and more that his eyes were deep and charming, like the vast sea under the moonlight at night, so black and pure that it seemed to suck people in, and the bones and blood would melt in an instant.

It seems that, as he said, his eyes have nothing to do with innocence.

Song Mi was so excited by what he saw that he choked and quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Tan, you just said that you have something else to say, what is it?"

Tan Xize was addicted to cigarettes and his throat felt a little itchy. He took out his cigarette case and matchbox and said, "Tan Wenzhou will not give up so easily. He is the most difficult person I have ever seen. He will come back to you again."

.”

"ah?"

Song Mi was surprised and asked quickly: "What should we do?"

Tan Xize lit a match, held the fire with his hand and brought it to his mouth. He bit a cigarette and said vaguely: "Don't be afraid, isn't it me?"

He took a deep drag on the cigarette, took it off his lips, and said, "If he comes to you again, just tell me."

"..."

Song Mi nodded while thinking about Tan Wenzhou, a pale man with a thin face sitting in a wheelchair, feeling sick and sick, as if he might die at any time.

She said hesitantly: "I feel like your eldest brother is just a sick man..."

The implicit meaning of this sentence is, what can a sick person do?

Tan Xize understands.

"You should understand the principle of a trapped beast still fighting." The man's tone was calm, but he had a strong sense of control in strategizing, "A careerist who is at the end of his rope but has no time left, what he has to do and what he can do will be far beyond ordinary people.

Imagine.”

"..."

"In a desperate situation, it is not impossible to resort to all possible means."

Her experience and level in the city were not at the same level. Song Mi seemed to understand, and after a long silence, she could only say: "Anyway, if your brother comes to me again, I will tell you."

Tan Xize gave a faint hum.

Speaking of this, Song Mi thought of another thing: "I heard your conversation outside the ward. You said that your brother deliberately provoked me and wanted me to call you to the hospital. Then you knew it a long time ago.

His intention, then why did you come anyway?"

"..."

After listening, Tan Xize smiled softly. Sometimes he really didn't know whether she was naturally stupid or mentally retarded. He still had to ask him.

While he was puffing away the clouds, his gaze was somewhat unclear, and his voice was slightly lowered: "What do you think?"

After he asked this question, Song Mi felt that he was asking questions knowingly and was suspected of flirting with him on purpose.

With all her conscience, she really didn't understand it the first time.

Then, Tan Xize smiled and gave her the most heart-warming answer: "Why else, of course, I would like to run a trip for you."

It's so straightforward without any modification.

At the same time, in the special care ward on the other side, Tan Wenzhou refused to calm down for even a moment. He did not cooperate with the nurse's infusion, and controlled the wheelchair to the window alone, looking at the old oak trees outside the window that were open like an umbrella.

He was mumbling something to himself.

"He's here...he made this trip for a little girl..."

"The relationship between the two must be quite deep..."

"..."

The nurse came forward and advised him: "Mr. Tan, if not, why don't we give him the infusion first?"

Tan Wenzhou waved his hand to shut up, coughed twice, and then ordered: "Bring me my mobile phone."

The nurse was just a part-time worker, so she didn't dare to say anything, so she took the phone and handed it to Tan Wenzhou.

The nurse stood awkwardly aside holding the medicine tray.

Tan Wenzhou dialed a number and as soon as he got through, he said directly: "I think we can cooperate."

"..."

The person over there was silent for a second and asked, "What can we do to cooperate?"

Tan Wenzhou was not in a hurry, he coughed, smiled, and said weakly and slowly: "Don't be in a hurry to reject me."

"..."

"What if I said that the matter of cooperating with you is related to Xianzhou?"

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When the food was packed in the restaurant and delivered by the waiter, Zhou Lang parked the Bentley firmly in front of the two of them, got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, and opened the door of the back seat.

Seeing this, Song Mi said goodbye to Tan Xize: "Bye bye, Mr. Tan."

Tan Xize got into the car and lowered the window halfway, and the upper half of his face could be seen. He said, "Go back quickly, the food will be cold later."

Song Mi nodded obediently and said yes.

Watching Tan Xize's car disappear into the traffic, Song Mi stood there stunned for a while. Today's matter was thanks to his help.

If we hadn't talked to the president, we still don't know how things would have ended.

Song Mi carried the packed meals and waited for the green light to cross the road. When she was at the gate of the hospital, she received a call from her father, saying that her grandma had been transferred to a single ward on the third floor of the inpatient department and asked her to go directly to the inpatient department.

She said hello and hung up the phone.

Inpatient department, third floor.

Song Mi inquired at the nurse's desk, and after confirming the ward where grandma was, she carried the food and walked forward. There was a long corridor with odd and even numbered wards on both sides. The ward doors were either open or closed, and there were people inside.

of.

If you want to ask where there is never a shortage of people, it has to be this hospital.

After finding the right ward, grandma's name and age were displayed on the small smart screen next to the door.

Liu Lanhua, 75 years old.

Song Mi pushed open the ward door and went in. He glanced around and found that the single ward was much better than the ordinary ward. The facilities were very new, the walls were a new blue and white color, and there was a large-screen LCD TV.

Single sofa, white small dining table, independent water dispenser, independent bathroom.

She secretly thanked Mr. Tan again.

In the ward, grandma was sitting on the bed, with Song Tianming beside her and talking. Hearing the sound of the door opening and footsteps, Song Tianming turned around to see her and couldn't help praising Zhou Lang again: "My dear, this little Zhou

The service is really reliable. Who doesn’t know that the wards in Beining Hospital are crowded, but Xiao Zhou can still arrange for a single ward?"

"..."

Song Mi came to the dining table, took out the disposable food box containing the food in the bag, put it on the table, and said, "Dad, come over and eat first."

After eating, Song Mi asked Song Tianming to call his mother and tell her about her grandma's current situation to reassure her.

I went to the outpatient hall to pay the hospitalization fee.

When paying the bill, Song Mi was told by the staff: "Hello, madam, Liu Lanhua's patient's hospitalization fee is more than 900,000 yuan, so there is no need to pay for the time being."

"..."

Song Mi was stunned on the spot.

More than nine hundred thousand?

She calmed down, kept calm, and asked, "Excuse me, can you help me see who paid the fee?"

"Sorry, you can't view this. But you can see when it was paid. About an hour ago, I paid the full one million, and today's fees have been deducted."

"..."

An hour ago, wasn't that the time when Nishizawa came to the hospital?

No way...?

Song Mi exited from the window, went to the bathroom, dried her hands and sent a WeChat message to Tan Xize.

-Mr. Tan, my grandma’s hospital bills cost one million.

-Did you pay it?

After sending it, she put away her phone. After all, she knew that Tan Xi Ze was always slow to check WeChat. If it was not necessary, he might not take a look for several days.

As a result, the phone rang twice as soon as it was put back in the bag.

It’s the notification sound from WeChat.

Song Mi didn't know that Tan Xize turned on the WeChat notification specifically for her, just for fear of missing the message she sent him.

Talking about Caesar will be very concise, with only one word: [Hmm.]

Song Mi was embarrassed: [Mr. Tan, how can this be done? You helped me find a doctor, arranged a ward for me, and now you are helping my grandma pay the hospitalization fee...]
To be continued...