In the operating room of the Ninth Hospital, the lights came on and the doctor said calmly, "Acute gastroenteritis doesn't necessarily require surgery. You don't have any serious complications. Just hang saline for a week and the inflammation will go away. Do you really want to have surgery?"
Gu Xiao nodded: "Let's do the surgery."
The doctor nodded.
Brother Dong ran up and down the stairs for a few laps, registered, paid the fee, and then waited for Gu Xiao outside the operating room.
I took the time to call Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao was accompanying Fu Nanli for an IV drip when she answered the phone. Dong Ge's voice came over: "Gu Xiao was successfully sent to the Ninth Hospital. The doctor said it was acute gastroenteritis. He is in the operating room now."
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good"
Dong Ge: "Is your boyfriend okay?"
"The palm of my hand was pierced by a steel bar. I am receiving an IV drip now."
"Then... then you take good care of him. Gu Xiao is in surgery, so there shouldn't be any major problems. You don't have to worry."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Nanli asked her, "What's wrong?"
"A boy in the club has acute gastroenteritis and has been sent to the hospital."
"What club? Which boy?"
Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat. Oh, it seemed that Fu Nanli didn't know that she had an e-sports club.
"I opened an e-sports club." There are some things that can be told to Fu Nanli. Who likes to lie? In the past, it was a last resort. Now, if she can talk about it, she will try her best to talk about it.
Fu Nanli: "… Why don't I know? Where did you get the money?"
How many lies did the little liar tell? Shouldn't he keep count
"I'm a composer, right? I have some money, so I bought a small three-story office building in the business park next to the river."
“Xihe…Business Building…” It seems to belong to the Fu family.
“Yes… yes.”
"It was developed by a company under Zhonghuan, right?" The young master's face became increasingly gloomy.
Wen Qiao touched his neck and smiled at him: "Is... is that so? I didn't pay much attention."
There was a knock on the door. Fu Chuan, who had just learned that Fu Nanli was injured, rushed over. Fu Nanli asked, "Is the business park next to the river developed by Zhonghuan?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Why ask him this for no reason
Fu Nanli gritted his teeth and asked Wen Qiao: "You really don't know?"
Wen Qiao: “I really don’t know.”
"A house over there costs at least 6-7 million. Can you make that much by composing music?"
Wen Qiao pursed her lips and said truthfully: "My little Mo just won the double-color ball welfare lottery jackpot and took nearly three million."
Fu Nanli moved his hand and felt a sharp pain. The needle was pulled crooked and blood flowed back into the vein. Wen Qiao was startled and held his hand: "Why are you moving?"
Fu Chuan was confused. What was going on
Li Fang quickly tore off the tape on the back of Fu Nanli's hand and pulled out the needle. Immediately, the back of his hand swelled up visibly, blood kept flowing, and the cotton ball was soon stained red.
"Hold it. Press it hard."
Wen Qiao reached out and pressed the back of his hand, and Li Fang hurried to get a new needle.
"It's dripping with water, who told you to move?"
Fu Nanli said in a low voice: "You asked your brother to buy lottery tickets, but you didn't ask me for money. Or you could ask me for money. You can choose any building in the business park. I will give you as many as you want. Why didn't you ask me?"
Fu Chuan raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he was not seriously injured and was still in the mood to quarrel.
"Well, you guys take your time arguing, I'll go out first."
(End of this chapter)