Doctor Zhang was relieved again, "However, Miss Song, don't worry too much. Many cases have similar conditions. After a period of time, those residues will disappear by themselves."
"Is this true?" Song Qiyue seemed to see hope.
"There are such cases, but everyone is different. I believe that taking good rest, taking care of yourself, and keeping a happy mood is the most important thing. I hope that the residue will be eliminated soon." Doctor Zhang smiled. Say.
"As for the discharge from the hospital, Ms. Song is in good health and can be discharged at any time." Dr. Zhang said.
"Doctor Zhang, thank you."
After leaving the office, Song Qiyue's good mood when she came here is now gone.
After walking a few steps, she stopped silently.
Standing in the corridor, occasionally nurses and patients pass by, and the blue sky and white clouds are outside the window.
The weather in Haicheng is fine today, and the open aisle windows are slightly hot when the sun shines. But the hospital is always gloomy, and the oncoming air is cold, with the pungent smell of disinfectant, which is very uncomfortable.
The sight in front of her was dizzy again, and Song Qiyue suddenly remembered the similar illness.
In the cold winter of this year, someone approached her.
In the cold winter day, he asked her to do something for him.
He said: Manager Song, I need you to do this for me, and only you can do it. As long as you do it for me, I can give you whatever you want.
Song Qiyue was more curious than the promise he had made, and she asked him what it was.
When he told the matter, Song Qiyue was still shocked.
She asked: Why should I do this?
He refused to answer, Song Qiyue said at this time: I can agree, but you must tell me why.
In the stalemate, he finally opened his mouth quietly: I had a car accident and there was congestion in my brain. If I had an operation, the chance of success would be less than 30%.
Less than a 30% chance of success.
The final result.
The man personally married his beloved woman to his younger brother, and then went missing.
Whether it is dead or alive, no one knows, Song Qiyue has never asked again.
Only at this moment, Song Qiyue was really scared, she had a sense of nothingness that she couldn't capture, she didn't dare to imagine.
Back in the ward, Song Lianheng came, and he was chatting with Aunt Jun.
She immediately put away the confusion on her face.
Seeing Song Qiyue coming back, Aunt Jun asked hurriedly, "You kid, after asking a report for so long, what's the situation like?"
Song Lianheng looked at her.
Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey, Auntie Jun, you must teach me how to recover so well in a short time and still be so radiant. The doctor said, you can be discharged anytime."
When Aunt Jun heard this, she smiled, "Then I will be discharged from the hospital today!"
Song Lianheng thought for a while and smiled, "Let me see tomorrow."
"Yes, tomorrow."
Aunt Jun couldn't help them, so she had to agree.
Song Lianheng sat for a while, before he hurried back to the company. He came over at noon today to deliver pears to Aunt Jun. Yesterday, Aunt Jun said he wanted to eat.
Song Qiyue saw that he was leaving, but she only said that she wanted to send him off, so she went with him.
Sending them downstairs, Song Qiyue said, "Brother, have Dr. Zhang told you about Auntie Jun's situation?"
"I know." Song Lianheng said.
"The uncle them?"
"They don't fully know it yet."
At this point, it is already clear that only Song Lianheng and her know the severity of Aunt Jun's sequelae.
Song Qiyue said silently, "Then don't tell them for now, it will save them worry."
"I think so too."
"Well, then you go ahead."
Song Qiyue turned back to the hospital building, while Song Lianheng walked outside.
The confidant Wang Qi approached him, and he whispered, "Mr. Song, I just received a call from the secretary's office. Secretary Jin said that Mr. Mo, who is a long-distance from Port City, arrived in Haicheng. Haicheng’s subsidiary wants to meet Mr. Song."
This is not so much a meeting, it is more about going to the door.
Mo Zhengyan couldn't reach the Song family, but he was waiting for him to come by at Xintong, a subsidiary of Mo family.
Song Lianheng said, "Go to Xintong."
When the car went to Xintong Company, Song Lianheng led Wang Qi in.
Wang Qi reported the name, "We are Song Huidian, and this is Huixian President Song. I have made an appointment with Mr. Mo to meet here."
The receptionist at the front desk seemed to have been instructed long ago, and she immediately greeted her with a smile, "Mr. Song, hello, please here."
Xintong is a subsidiary company, which is considered a small and medium-sized company in Haicheng, but it has a large backstage and strong strength, with Mo's in charge.
With the arrival of Mo Zhengyan, all the employees of the subsidiary company have entered the first level of security.
As soon as Song Lianheng entered the company, he felt the rigorous and tense working atmosphere.
Mo Zhengyan's arrival did not occupy the office of Manager Wu of the subsidiary, but in the reception room.
Mo Zhengyanzheng and Manager Wu are talking.
People walked in at the front desk, and the talk ended.
Mo Zhengyan was sitting on one side, and Manager Wu was also sitting. But just by looking at it, you can see that Manager Wu is so cautious and uneasy when facing Mo Zhengyan.
Manager Wu turned his head and saw the visitor, he immediately greeted him, "Mr. Song, you are here."
"Manager Wu." Song Lianheng replied. He smiled and looked at Mo Zhengyan, and then said, "Mr. Mo, he is here suddenly, so I won't tell me beforehand, so I can pick up the plane myself."
"Come here temporarily and do some small things, it doesn't matter." Mo Zhengyan responded slowly, but said lightly.
He said again, "Sit down."
"Mr. Mo, Mr. Song, talk slowly." Manager Wu saw this. He was also an acquainted person, so he evacuated quickly and gave up the place.
They were left in this office immediately, along with two close subordinates.
Mo Zhengyan was smoking a cigarette, and he said without hesitation, "I am here this time, what is the purpose, I think you should know."
Mr. Mo was treated with courtesy, without harshness or expression, but the momentum was compelling, and it came out in the silence.
Song Lianheng said solemnly, "Mo always pays for the final payment of the second phase of the Haisui project and the third phase of the start-up fund."
He flicked off a piece of soot and replied warmly, "When will the account arrive, you can give me a message."
In a word, the attitude of business affairs is even more powerful in that tone.
Song Lianheng said, "It will be as soon as possible."
He took a mouthful of cigarettes, tepid, "How long is it as soon as possible?"
"Mr. Mo, please believe that Mr. Song will receive the funds in the shortest possible time."
Mo Zhengyan slowly said, "What I want is the specific time, month and day and when."
Invisible, the sense of oppression is projected more and more.
"For this project, are you planning to break the contract and stop working together?" Mo Zhengyan raised his eyes and looked at him.
Song Lianheng stared at him and said, "HuiTian has a good reputation and will never break the contract."
"The final payment for the second phase of the project will be remitted to the account at the end of May. You have to delay it until June, but it has not yet been settled. Seeing that the third phase will also start, you have not even settled the previous phase. How to continue to cooperate."
"Uncle Song pays attention to credibility and is well-known in the industry for keeping promises, and so is your father. This is the foundation of a century-old business."
"Now, the transcript is probably going to be destroyed in your hands."
His words are soft, but his words are sharp!
He gripped the cigarette lightly with his fingertips, and flicked off a piece of soot, as if the fact was settled.
Mo Zhengyan said, "If you can't do it and don't have this ability, then frankly speaking, Mo Shi can just change the partner."