There was no room for it before, and there will never be room for it in the future.
Whether it was between her and the Qin family or between her and Qin Zhan, it was a deadlock from the beginning.
Now that it is clear that the accident at Yaowangtang was entirely a man-made disaster, there is no need for Hao Tian to come forward.
Song Ye walked into the hospital alone and took the elevator to the top. This was the dean's exclusive private space.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he was immediately greeted by the secretary who was responsible for guarding the door. "Excuse me, madam, this is the dean's office. Do you have an appointment?"
Reservations are of course not available.
Song Ye raised his smile, his delicate little face dazzling, "My surname is Qin, and I am a relative of the dean. I have some personal matters with the dean. We have met before, have you forgotten?"
The little secretary wanted to shake his head in confusion, but his eyes gradually became confused. After thinking for a long time, his reaction was a little slow and he said: "Oh, it's Miss Qin. Please come in. The dean is resting in the office."
Song Ye smiled and nodded at the other party. The moment he passed by the secretary, a strange fragrance wafted from his body. Realizing that the other party did not follow her, she rubbed a black stone bracelet on her wrist and was very satisfied with the effect of the hypnotic incense developed by Diana.
Walking smoothly from the white corridor to the middle door, Song Ye lamented the luxurious life of the Qin family. The decoration on the top floor was quite different from that downstairs.
When he pushed the door open and walked in, a man and a woman who were having a merrymaking at the desk were in a state of fighting with guns in hand. Suddenly they saw the girl appearing at the door. The little nurse screamed in fright and pulled her clothes, and her hair turned white. The old man who could be a little nurse's grandfather almost withered.
"Who are you? Who asked you to come in? Xiaoqin, Xiaoqin, come here." The old man was furious. While he was in a hurry to get dressed, he didn't forget to shout loudly to the little secretary outside.
With a bang, the door was slammed shut, and the well-insulated door panel cut off all sounds.
Song Ye walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down with her usual expression, "Don't worry, Dean Qin, I have no interest in taking pictures of you or me." She was also afraid of dirtying her eyes by taking pictures.
"Who are you? This is a private place. If you don't explain clearly, I will call the security guard immediately." The old man glanced at her. When his eyes fell on Song Ye's face, he suddenly stopped.
"Move your eyeballs, or I will take them away later." Song Ye tugged at the loose hair around his ears, looked at the environment of the office, and threatened viciously.
The old man immediately sensed that the person who came was evil, and unconsciously moved to the side of the phone. He stretched out his hand suddenly and was about to grab the phone to call someone when his eyes suddenly blurred, and then there was a bang, and he saw the top of the landline button. There is a Swiss Army Knife stuck in it.
The girl played with another saber in her hand, with a cold look on her face and a hint of playfulness in her tone, "If Dean Qin is unwilling to cooperate, I can't guarantee where he will fly with the next sword."
Snap, the old man's hand shook, and the receiver in his hand fell instantly. His body swayed, and his legs became weak. "You, who are you, and what do you want to do?"
"Let me introduce myself. I am the master of Medicine King Hall, Song Ye." The girl held the blade of the blade with a polite smile on her lips.
"Yaowangtang..." The old man's eyes clearly flashed, and he subconsciously felt guilty, "You and I, Yuming Hospital, have nothing to do with each other."
Nowadays, almost all public and private hospitals in the capital, large and small, do not want to see people from Yaowangtang, because in the past year, Yaowangtang has become very popular and has almost robbed the upper-level resources.
"I'm here to ask Dean Qin for a favor." Song Ye spread his hands and said bluntly: "I know that the dozen hospitalized patients downstairs were arranged by Mr. Qin, and no one from Yaowang Hall can visit them. So I want to ask you to bring me a message."
The old man was stunned. He didn't expect Song Ye to be so straightforward. After all, he thought it was the child who didn't understand the ways and rules, and offended the owner of the family when he was just starting out. Thinking of this, he felt calm and finally recovered from the shadow of withering. After recovering, he walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down, feeling a little proud of having found his home court. "I didn't expect that Yaowangtang, the world's leading business world, is the property of a little girl like you. Haha, you had the support of the old man before, and you were able to enjoy your life in the capital. Now, The old man wants you to finish playing, and I will just obey his orders. After all, my surname is Qin, right?"
She has such an arrogant attitude when asking for help. Now the old man wants to let her know how powerful he is, "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. This matter won't be brewing for long before the old man will make big moves. If you ask for help now, he probably won't even come here." I’ll see you. However, if you are more sincere here, maybe I can reduce your losses.”
Song Ye could feel the other person's eyes constantly looking at her, as if valuing goods, which made people feel sick.
"Oh? What do you want me to ask for before you are willing to help me?" She lowered her eyes slightly, her voice was clear and cold, and she sat there quietly in a white dress, quiet and elegant, like a character walking out of a painting.
"Haha, you are so capable of getting the old man to support Yaowangtang, you won't understand." The old man was so aroused that his heart was itching, and the good thing that was interrupted just now was a little impulsive, "Song Ye, you should know that the old man Yaowangtang can no longer be protected by your methods, and I’m afraid you’ll have to sit through the lawsuit you’re going to have to bear. Why don’t you follow me now, and I can still protect you.”
It would be a pity to go to jail for such a beautiful face.
After hearing the other party's plan, Song Ye couldn't help but chuckle, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "What if I don't obey?"
"Don't obey?" The old man only thought that she was holding on at the end of her strength, "Then you will spend the rest of your life in prison."
He believed that Song Ye had come to him directly because he was desperate. Mr. Qin's methods were well known, and he didn't think that the other party had any chance to turn around.
But just as he was thinking so triumphantly, there was a flower in front of him, and suddenly he felt a chill on his neck. When he realized it, the girl was standing in front of him without knowing it, with the Swiss Army Knife in her hand. Minghuanghuang pressed against his neck, "It seems that I can't please Dean Qin for this job, so let's try another method."
As soon as the girl's cold and calm voice fell, the Swiss Army Knife suddenly circled around the old man's neck. The coldness of the blade made people shudder. Then the knife reached the back, and with a turn of the slender wrist, the handle pointed directly towards the back. Smashed down on the back.
"Ah... um..." Severe pain hit, and the old man couldn't help but scream, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a small hand quickly covered his mouth.