"Please Wang Xu?" Hearing Song Jinhui's sob, Song Baiming sighed, looked at Song Jinhui kneeling in front of his bed in surprise, sighed deeply, and a rare smile and relief appeared on his face.
Even though Song Jinhui was not bad at all, Song Baiming was still very pleased to think about Song Baiming so much at this time and even asked Wang Xu for him.
Song Baiming also heard about Wang Xu's medical skills. Not to mention anything else, just because Song Jinhui was not allowed to take charge of the last time, many famous doctors around the world were helpless, so they could see Wang Xu's methods. At the same time, when Song Baiming went to Pingzhou, he also heard about Wang Xu's beating Xie Cong in Jiangzhou, which forced the Xie family to bow their heads and admit defeat.
Judging from these two things alone, Wang Xu's medical skills are absolutely extraordinary, but one.
Can Wang Xu be sure of his illness? Even if there is one, how could Wang Xu have a relationship with their Song family and Wang Xu?
"Cough cough!" Thinking of this, Song Boming coughed lightly again, reached out to pat Song Jinhui's head and gently patted him twice, and whispered: "Forget it, Grandpa knows the situation of Grandpa. Even if Wang Xu is not seen, you can cure it, and you can't help but humiliate yourself."
"Grandpa" Song Jinhui took a deep breath, stood up suddenly and said, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely invite Wang Xu. Even if he wants my life, I will not let you have something to do."
Wang Xu suffered repeated defeats and lost all his face. At this time, Song Jinhui didn't know why he felt that Wang Xu might really cure his grandfather Song Jinhui.
This feeling is hard to explain and cannot be explained. Perhaps it is because he has repeatedly opposed Wang Xu and has a deep understanding of Wang Xu, so he involuntarily feels this feeling.
Song Boming was critically ill. As soon as this news came out, it immediately attracted a lot of attention. The Yang family, who is also in New York, USA, is naturally no exception.
In fact, Song Baiming has been ill for nearly four days, but the reason why the news spread within the Song family was because Song Jinhui was released after being bailed by the Song family.
At that time, Song Baiming fell ill and suddenly became critical. Song Baiming learned from several doctors of the Song family that he was in a hurry to seek treatment from famous doctors. Instead, he used a lot of connections and spent a huge price. Within three days, he brought Song Jinhui back to the United States from Pingzhou Province and released bail. It was precisely because Song Baiming's move made many people in the Song family dissatisfied that the news spread.
At this time, in the villa of the Yang family in New York, Yang Mingyuan, the helmsman of the Yang family, and his eldest son Yang Nianhua, the second son Yang Nianzhong, were talking together.
Yang Mingyuan stood behind the desk in the study room, his face was not very good. He looked carefully and felt a faint sadness. After a long time, he sighed and murmured: "Old guy, I didn't expect you to have today too. It turns out that time is not forgiving people. I don't know how far I am from this day?"
"Dad!" Yang Nianhua, who was sitting on the stool in the study, heard Yang Mingyuan's low murmur and couldn't help but speak: "What's wrong with you?"
Before Yang Nianhua finished speaking, she was interrupted by Yang Mingyuan. After Yang Mingyuan sighed, her face quickly returned to normal. She looked at Yang Nianhua and Yang Nianzhong and said, "I just felt a little emotional in the early days of the Republic of China. Our Yang family and the Song family fled to the United States together. We started our family in San Francisco for a hundred years without realizing it. When Song Boming and I were sensible, our two families had just stood firm in New York."
"Dad, the hero will not mention the courage back then. In order to stand firm in New York, our two families have always had a good relationship. You and Mr. Song also have a close relationship, but now our two families have long been disconnected, so why should you sigh?" Yang Nianzhong comforted.
"Haha, too." Yang Mingyuan smiled faintly and said, "What a pity. If Song Boming could not survive this level, there would be no successor to the Song family."
"Old Master Song knew he was seriously ill and spent a lot of effort to get Song Jinhui out. It seems that the Song family is going to fall into Song Jinhui's hands. Because of Xiaohan's affairs, Song Jinhui has a lot of opinions about our Yang family. If he really lets him take over the Song family, it will not be a good thing for us." Yang Nianhua said.
"Song Jinhui!" Yang Mingyuan snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Song Jinhui was spoiled by Song Baiming. Although he was a little independent, he did everything he could to achieve his goals. He was narrow-minded and prone to impulsiveness. Sooner or later, the Song family would be defeated by him."
"By the way, I discovered something strange recently." Yang Nianzhong heard Yang Mingyuan say it, suddenly frowned and said, "Since Mr. Song went to Pingzhou, a large amount of funds have entered the stock market and enterprises under the Yang family, totaling more than 80 billion US dollars."
"There is still this?" Yang Mingyuan frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on, tell me carefully."
"I also discovered it by accident. Our Yang family has this close cooperation with the Song family. A few days ago, I accidentally discovered that several huge sums of funds entered New York, USA. I didn't care at that time. When I heard that Mr. Song was seriously ill, I suddenly came to my senses." Yang Nianzhong said.
"You mean, someone has learned about Mr. Song's situation a long time ago, so he made an early arrangement?" Yang Nianhua looked at Yang Nianzhong in surprise and asked.
Yang Nianzhong smiled bitterly and said, "I'm also a little puzzled. Mr. Song has been back in New York for at least ten days. He didn't see anything abnormal at that time. Who can be so cunning that he will be seriously ill unless..."
"Unless what?" Yang Mingyuan asked in a deep voice.
"Unless Mr. Song's situation is artificial, otherwise it will be." Yang Nianzhong said carefully.
"Man-made?" Yang Mingyuan and Yang Nianhua exclaimed at the same time. Yang Mingyuan pondered for a while, then shook his head: "Man-made, it is impossible. It would be good that Song Baiming, the old fox, didn't plot against others. How could he say to Song Jinhui?"
"Then I can't guess it." Yang Nianzhong shook his head. He also felt that his guess was a bit bold, but other than that, there was really no way to explain this matter.
"That's it." Yang Mingyuan thought for a while and said, "You and your elder brother go and investigate the origin of this large amount of funds. Since these people are targeting the Song family, it is naturally impossible to find no trace."
"Yes" Yang Nianhua and Yang Nianzhong responded and both left the study room.
Yang Mingyuan looked at the wall clock in the study. It was almost twelve o'clock in the morning. He sighed softly, left the study and went back to his bedroom.
At this time, Wang Xu, who was far away in Hong Kong Island, had just returned to his room in the Hong Kong Li Hotel, and was lying bored on the sofa in the living room watching TV. The remote control in his hand kept moving, and the pictures on the TV kept jumping.
"Hey!" Wang Xu changed the rooftop for a long time and couldn't find interesting programs or TVs. He simply threw the remote control to the side, took a magazine and started reading it.
Originally, Wang Xu planned to take a walk around Hong Kong Island, but there were too many people in Hong Kong these days. All the attractions with a little reputation were out of reach, and there was no place to wander around, so he had to go back to the hotel and stay in the hotel.
At 6:30 pm, the door of the room was opened from outside. Han Yixue, wearing a white uniform, stepped in. Wang Xu heard the sound of high heels coming, sat up from the sofa, and asked with a smile: "I'm back, how about it?"
"Fortunately, the hospitals in Hong Kong Island have much better service and attitude than those in mainland China." Han Yixue smiled and gave Wang Xu a blank look: "Are you comfortable and stayed in the room for a day?"
"Or what are you doing? There are crowds of people outside." Wang Xu stood up with a wry smile, walked to the side and poured a glass of water for Han Yixue: "It's still clean in the room. I haven't had such a good rest for a long time."
"Ha, I'm just showing my kindness to you, either being a traitor or a thief. Is there any intention to be so kind to me?" Han Yixue took the water cup handed over by Wang Xu and asked with a smile.
"I'm afraid you're tired, really." Wang Xu smiled helplessly, went to the bathroom to wash his face, sobered up a little, and came out and asked, "Have you eaten dinner?"
"No, what are you going to treat me to?" Han Yixue asked with a smile.
"Of course it's delicious food." Wang Xu smiled, picked up his coat and put it on, "Tonight, after the Hong Kong chef god, Liang Baohui's daughter Liang Qianru cooked in person."
"Liang Qianru!" Han Yixue looked at Wang Xu with a deep meaning and said, "It seems that Liang Qianru was taken to the Gangli Hotel by you. I heard that Liang Qianru is a great beauty."
"Ahem, I'm indeed a big beauty." Wang Xu coughed twice and said, "Let's go, I'll wait for you. If you don't come back, I'm going to call you."
Han Yixue and Wang Xu went out and went to the private room on the roof. Gao Fucheng had been waiting inside, and Xiao Semin was also there, but Yan Xinwu was missing.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Fucheng called Wang Xu, saying that Liang Qianru personally cooked in the evening and invited Wang Xu to come. Looking at Gao Fucheng and Xiao Semin sitting in the private room, Wang Xu smiled and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Gao."
"Doctor Wang was joking." Gao Fucheng looked at Wang Xu and smiled strangely: "Ms. Liang hasn't agreed to me yet. I'm a little puzzled. Zhongjiang Xiangxiang Pavilion is that restaurant, and it can hire a famous chef like Miss Liang."
"This fat man Gao." Wang Xu cursed in his heart. He had long guessed that Fat man Gao could not find out about his relationship with Xiangxiang Pavilion, but he did not expect that Fat man Gao still had resentment and actually ran him with words.
"Xiangxiang Pavilion, I don't know either." Wang Xu smiled, too lazy to deal with Gao Fucheng, so he simply pretended to be stupid and stunned.
Seeing Wang Xu's attitude, Gao Fusheng smiled, pointed at Wang Xu, then called a middle-aged man beside him and gave a few instructions. The middle-aged man nodded and walked out.
Xiangxiang Pavilion in Zhongjiang City is also the time to visit the guest. Bai Nongxin was very busy, thinking about the phone call Liang Qianru called him in the afternoon.
Liang Qianru went to Hong Kong Island to participate in the cooking competition. Bai Nongxin naturally knew that. He didn't think much about it at that time. After answering Liang Qianru's call, Bai Nongxin was still a little confused. He didn't understand what Liang Qianru said about representing Xiangxiang Pavilion.
Bai Nongxin was still stunned when suddenly his cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was a strange Hong Kong island number. He thought it was Liang Qianru called, so he hurriedly picked it up.