The girl slept peacefully, not even frowning despite the loud ringing of her cell phone on the stool next to her.
Ye Shuang couldn't listen anymore, and because she was afraid of protests from the patients in the same ward, she picked up the phone and answered the phone with the dissatisfied eyes of a room full of people. She walked to the door and whispered "hello" in a low voice.
"You're so lazy!" As soon as the call was connected, the first thing that greeted him was a man's voice that was so hateful that he gritted his teeth: "I told you that procrastination needs to be cured! Where is this quarter's balance sheet? Where is this month's pre-order list? We also agreed to meet the client at 8:30, but now what time is it? If you don’t want to do it anymore, you made it clear that we should leave early and disappear as soon as possible!!”
"..." Ye Shuang listened patiently to what the man said, and then cleared her throat before speaking: "Sir, the owner of the machine is currently in the hospital receiving a sling. If you are her family or friend, you'd better come."
The person on the other side of the phone seemed to have stopped breathing for an instant. The strange silence lasted for half a minute before a male voice spoke: "...Who are you?"
Ye Shuang carefully thought about the whole incident and once again confirmed that it was not a traffic accident, so she decisively classified herself as a kind-hearted passerby: "I am a red scarf."
Male voice: "..."
"To put it simply, your friend was in a coma on the road due to hypoglycemia, and I picked her up and brought her to the hospital. That's it. Can you please come and pick her up?" Ye Shuang sighed and expressed concern about the male voice's IQ. .
The male voice gritted his teeth: "I'm not free!"
"But… "
"Do you think she'll be fine if she's in a coma? If she's in a coma, it means I have to clean up her mess!" The male voice was very angry: "So I don't have time, so just let her fend for herself in the hospital!"
"... I thought I had nothing to do with this matter?" Ye Shuang was speechless: "Isn't it a bit too much for you to lose your temper with me?"
The male voice was silent for another three seconds and apologized patiently: "I'm sorry, I got emotional."
"Okay, I forgive you." Ye Shuang changed her subject: "Then let's talk about hospitalization expenses and medicine expenses next..." Question...
Before he finished speaking, the communication on the other end of the phone was cut off.
Ye Shuang: "..." He ran so fast.
After staring at her cell phone for a long time, Ye Shuang finally admitted that she was unlucky, returned to the hospital bed, put the cell phone back next to the girl's pillow, and stayed with her in bed.
…
After a night passed, the girl finally regained her energy after waking up.
Although he still looked weak, at least he no longer looked like he could pass out at any time like the night before.
Ye Shuang was having breakfast when the girl woke up. A bowl of take-out raw porridge was fragrant. You could tell by looking at the sign that it was produced by a famous porridge shop in Shanghai. Although the distance between the store and the hospital is a bit far, problems that can be solved with money are not problems these days.
The girl sat up silently and stared at Ye Shuang for five minutes, and Ye Shuang also watched her calmly.
After finally finishing breakfast, throwing away the disposable tableware and wiping his mouth with a napkin, Ye Shuang looked at the girl and said, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
The girl lowered her eyelids and was silent for a while, then touched her stomach: "Hungry..."
"It's normal to be hungry." Ye Shuang nodded: "I mean, are there any internal pain or external injuries? If not, I have to leave."
Speaking of which, what happened last night was not considered a traffic accident at all. It was just that the brave Ye Shuang happened to be driving, and the car happened to be a little closer to the fallen girl.
But who says that this is the case with legal favors in China? Regardless of responsibility or not, the person who drives the car will always suffer some losses anyway.
Therefore, it was impossible for Ye Shuang to escape until the girl nodded and let him go, or until a full physical examination proved that she had no internal injuries.
The girl slowly slid down and lay back on the bed. She grabbed the quilt with both hands and dragged it to her chin. She stared straight at Ye Shuang and said flatly, "My stomach hurts."
"..." Does stomachache have anything to do with her? No matter how you think about it, you know that a car accident cannot give someone a stomachache.
Ye Shuang was silent.
The girl added slowly: "I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts."
Ye Shuang was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but rub his forehead: "That's how good people in this world disappear. You fainted on the roadside, and I kindly sent you to the hospital. In the end, I helped you pay for your bed, medicine, and check-up. Not to mention the fee, I still have to be responsible for buying food for you?"
The girl felt very lost and melancholy and leaned her head weakly on the pillow: "Forget it, let me fend for myself."
"...Okay, I'll buy it!"
Meeting such a strange girl, Ye Shuang really didn't have time to discuss a breakfast with her.
Instead of ordering takeout, Ye Shuang went directly to a breakfast stall outside the hospital, bought a steamed dumpling that smelled good, and took a bag of soy milk with her before returning to the hospital.
The girl also eats very slowly. From the first night Ye Shuang met her, everything the girl said and did was like a movie being played in slow motion. If someone with a little patience got along with her, he would die of panic within a few minutes.
After looking at the time, Ye Shuang simply didn't bother to look at it and took her mobile phone to play.
After finally waiting twenty minutes for a simple breakfast, Ye Shuang put away her phone and said helplessly: "Is everything going to be okay this time? If not, I'll leave."
She didn't bother to ask for the advance money, even if she was unlucky.
"Hmm..." The girl's voice was as slow as ever. Ye Shuang was still not sure whether it meant "ok" or "wait for me to think about it". The ward door outside was suddenly pushed open.
A man walked in with vigorous strides, running toward Ye Shuang and the girl with a clear goal.
After standing next to the bed, the man first glanced at the girl up and down, and then turned his eyes to Ye Shuang: "Are you the one who answered the phone last night?"
Ye Shuang also reacted: "Are you the one who called?"
The girl blinked and looked at the two of them calmly, biting the straw on the soy milk bag and saying nothing.
The man nodded casually, then spread his big hand in the direction of the girl: "Give me the phone!"
The girl handed over the phone slowly, but the man almost grabbed the phone with a fist, and then hurriedly browsed through the text messages and call history.
Ye Shuang frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. But the man frowned more and more as he looked at it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and angrily put the phone into his pocket and yelled at the girl: "Are you stupid?"
The girl answered seriously: "My IQ test score is 0 points higher than yours."
The man choked.
The girl thought about it and added: "I don't discriminate against your IQ."
So Ye Shuang saw the man instantly change into a tangled and twisted expression, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it...
"I said, since your friend is here, I should leave first?" Ye Shuang sighed.
People are so difficult to understand now, and she really doesn't want to lose another day and a half to continue to sleep with her... let alone a stranger. Even if she really wants to show love and consideration, at least she should be a man.
"No!" The man objected subconsciously, and then he saw Ye Shuang looking at him suspiciously. His tooth ached for a long time before he thought about it and said, "I mean, I'll see you off."
"… good."
…
Ye Shuang drove the car by herself, and there was no shortage of people to give her a ride.
But she could see that it was unusual for a man to check his phone as soon as he came in, especially after the other party read the text message records on his phone, his face was so ugly that anyone could see it.
There is probably something in the text message that is not suitable for outsiders to know, such as business secrets.
Although I don’t understand why the man didn’t rush over as soon as possible the night before if there was such an important thing on his phone. But now Ye Shuang is suspected that she may know something but it is certain.
So even if Ye Shuang was really wronged, she had to agree to the man's kindness to "send" her, otherwise the matter might be entangled for how long.
When we went to the hospital parking lot to pick up the car, we saw that the man's car was quite ordinary, and it didn't look like a high-ranking figure with a secret wealth.
Ye Shuang consciously got into the passenger seat without wearing a seat belt. When the man got into the car and was about to start the engine, Ye Shuang took the initiative to speak: "I drove here too. If you have anything to say, you can tell me now. I have to drive back after that."
The man was stunned, then smiled with an obviously unnatural expression: "Did you misunderstand something? I just wanted to express my gratitude. I didn't know that you also drove here."
Ye Shuang looked at him quietly and said, "It's weird if I believe you": "... If you really just want to express your gratitude, then just settle the advance payment from me."
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and he looked at Ye Shuang for half a minute before nodding: "Okay, how much do you want it to be?"
Ye Shuang was surprised to see the man lowering his head to look for his wallet. She didn't quite understand what this meant, but she certainly couldn't refuse if she could make up for the loss, so she quickly reported the amount she had paid in advance, and asked a lot at the same time: "Do you want me to give you the payment slip? But there is no invoice for the breakfast I bought for her."
"No need..." The man took something out of his arms and suddenly raised his hand to press Ye Shuang's face.
Ye Shuang's eyes were clear and her hands were quick. She reached out and grabbed the man's wrist like lightning, and broke it off. The man subconsciously pushed out a spray from his hand and sprayed it in his direction.
Alarm bells rang in Ye Shuang's head, and she covered her mouth and nose, opened the door and got out of the car. The next second, the man quickly opened the car door and got out. Holding his breath, he lifted up his coat and fanned wildly. After several seconds, he finally opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths.
The spray didn't have much dosage to begin with, and it was almost gone after a while. Ye Shuang tentatively put down her hand and gently smelled the residual smell in the air, frowning: "Sodium thiopental?"
The man froze.
Ye Shuang thought about it and continued: "I remember this is a drug that reduces brain activity and can be used as a truth serum..."
Not only is the truth serum effect, but this thing can only be configured temporarily. In other words, if a man can always have this kind of thing on his body, his identity cannot be as simple as being a senior executive of a business organization. (To be continued)