Qiao Nian stood at the door of the ward for a long time, then went in to take a look at the person lying in the ward.
Ji Lingfeng had a respirator covering half of his face, his eyes were tightly closed, and stubble appeared on his chin. He no longer looked as proud and calm as he had been when they first met, but instead looked sickly and decadent, like a completely different person.
Qiao Nian looked at the hospital gown he was wearing and his exposed arms, which were so thin that only bones were left, and had no idea what he was thinking.
She stayed at the door of the ward for a minute or two before going out and saying to Zhong Yiliu, "I'm leaving."
Zhong Yiliu was still discussing follow-up treatment with Ji Lingfeng's other surgeon. Seeing Qiao Nian coming out so quickly, he asked, "Why don't you stay for a while?"
Qiao Nian turned his wrist and raised his cap, his eyebrows and eyes were calm: "There's nothing to stay for."
Zhong Yiliu didn't know what to say to her, so he waved at her: "Let's go, hurry up... so that I won't have a headache just by looking at you!"
The attending physician who was with him looked at the girl not far away curiously.
The girl really looks young.
He didn't know how a master-level figure like Zhong Yilu, who had lived in seclusion for many years, could know such a young friend.
And from their conversation, it can be seen that Qiao Nian and Zhong Yiliu have a good relationship.
Zhong Yilu let her go, and Qiao Nian waved to him very straightforwardly, turned around and walked from the ward to the elevator, got into the elevator and left the hospital without looking back.
Zhong Yiliu looked at the girl's stubborn back, shook his head, and sighed softly: "...If you are too sentimental, you will suffer losses. Why doesn't she listen?"
The attending doctor vaguely heard him mumbling something, but couldn't hear it clearly, so he asked, "Mr. Zhong, what did you just say?"
Zhong Yiliu had already put away the sorrow on his face and said to him indifferently, "It's nothing. Let's go to the office to discuss it. I want to see the inspection report you mentioned."
"good."
The attending physician walked in front.
Zhong Yilu followed his pace and walked side by side towards the next office.
*
Simon's residence.
A black Phantom slowly stopped in front of the European-style villa. The family's nanny immediately stepped forward to open the door for the people in the car and reported to him in a low voice.
"Mr. Simon, we have guests at home."
"Um?"
Simon got out of the car, his trouser legs naturally falling to his ankles, highlighting his extraordinary temperament.
"Who's coming?"
"A young man who claims to be from Continent M."
The nanny naturally took the briefcase he handed over, and carefully followed him one step away, keeping this distance very politely.
Simon's sharp eyes flashed a dark light, he raised his hand to untie the tie at his collar, and strode towards home.
He is a person who pays attention to the quality of life and is extremely good at enjoying life.
So when everyone in Independent State keeps a low profile, his car is still the not-so-low-key Rolls-Royce Phantom.
His residence is naturally of the same unabashedly luxurious style.
The owner's luxurious taste is evident everywhere in the large European-style mansion, and the crystal chandeliers hanging high reflect colorful spots of light.
The villa is equipped with the most advanced constant temperature system, which controls the temperature all year round. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, it will always be the most comfortable temperature when you come back from outside.
Simon stepped into the house and took off the tie around his neck. He threw it to a servant who bowed his head to greet him and asked them to leave.
The servants in the villa all hurried out to avoid the conversation inside.
Simon made sure there were no outsiders in the house.
He walked up to the young man who was sitting on the reception sofa waiting for him, frowned, and said in an unceremonious tone: "Why are you here again?"
(End of this chapter)