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Song Pearl looked up at the somewhat unfamiliar environment, smiled at the girl, and turned to leave. The management was in place now; she remembered sneaking up to find Chairman Hong in this office building without such trouble before.
Qing Wenyu really went on a business trip? Why didn’t she hear him?
She felt a bit suspicious, walking while pulling out her phone to call Qing Wenyu. The phone was indeed turned off. That staff member should not have deceived her.
However, as a qualified employee of the company, casually revealing the whereabouts of senior management to strangers felt a bit off.
Unless she knew her and was intentionally telling her.
But looking at the girl's expression, it didn't seem like that.
It's best not to dwell on things that are unclear; this was just her speculation. Song Pearl silently smiled to herself and turned the car toward the hospital to visit Wan Jiang, who was injured in the car accident.
At the hospital, Wan Jiang had been moved from the intensive care unit to a regular ward, but he had not yet woken up. The hospital had already given up on treatment and informed the family to prepare for the worst.
When Song Pearl found the ward, she saw a woman sitting by the bedside. She looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a delicate oval face and ordinary fashionable attire. Her eyes were vacant as she sat there, one hand gripping Wan Jiang's stiff arm.
She looked up at Song Pearl, smiled at her, and then lowered her head again.
Seeing this scene made Song Pearl's nose tingle; she couldn't stand such sorrowful situations. Approaching the bed, she saw a man with a dark complexion and sharp features lying there with his eyes tightly closed. He seemed only to be asleep.
“How is he?” Song Pearl asked.
“The best outcome would be for him to become Vegetative State,” the woman looked up at Song Pearl, forcing a smile as she asked, “You used to be his colleague, right?”
Song Pearl nodded, “Do you know me?”
“I’ve heard Wan Jiang mention you,” the woman said with a hint of bitterness in her smile. “I heard you married the young president of Qing Group.”
“Are you Wan Jiang's wife?” Song Pearl asked.
“Not yet. We were planning to get married in two months,” the woman said stubbornly, biting her lip to suppress the tears that were about to fall.
It turns out that Wan Jiang is still not married! Song Pearl just learned this and couldn't help but glance at the woman a few more times.
"This medical condition is too poor; you should transfer to another hospital for treatment!" Song Pearl said, looking into the woman's eyes. "With modern medicine, other hospitals might work miracles."
The woman raised her gaze to her, a look of despair on her face. "I thought about transferring, but it costs money no matter which hospital I go to. I can't afford the medical expenses for another two days here."
"You should go to Hong's Hospital in D City. It's run by a friend of mine. Wan Jiang knows her too; I'll contact her and have a car sent to pick you up. She won't rush you for payment and will do her best to treat you."
Song Pearl sat down by the bedside, reached out to touch Wan Jiang's forehead, and lifted his eyelid to take a look, her movements professional as if she were a doctor.
"Really?" The woman looked at Song Pearl with wide eyes, uncertain.
"Really," Song Pearl nodded confidently. "Going there will definitely help. Although Hong Xinran is young, her medical skills are excellent."
She chatted with the woman for a bit longer and then wrote down a number and handed it to her. "Once you get to that hospital, just call this number."
The woman took it with skepticism; although she was unsure, she still tucked it away in her heart.
It sounded so good, as if this hospital were owned by her family.
Watching Song Pearl's confident demeanor made her feel a bit envious. This is Song Pearl; she truly is different from ordinary women—she's not beautiful, not pretentious, and has an undeniable charm.
She knew who Song Pearl was; she was the wife of Qing Wenyu, the young president of the Qing Family. She recognized Qing Wenyu as well; she had once been an employee at Hongqing. Qing Wenyu was universally acknowledged as a prince charming, yet she uniquely liked Wan Jiang, the black donkey, and pursued him relentlessly. Eventually, he accepted her pursuit, but she never expected such a disaster would occur.
It was said that Wan Jiang made his own choice; he wanted revenge on Qing Wenyu and crashed into the car carrying his wife and mother. However, she didn't believe it because even though his business had suffered catastrophic losses, Wan Jiang remained optimistic. They had already decided to marry first; if they couldn't make a comeback, living a simple life wouldn't be so bad.
The woman watched as Song Pearl left the ward and turned back to smile at Wan Jiang lying in bed. "The woman you admire came to see you; too bad you don't know."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden tremor and noticed that the hand she was holding moved slightly.
"Wan Jiang!" She exclaimed in surprise, lifting his arm and gripping it tightly with both hands. "You heard me just now, right? I knew you would wake up!"
But the person on the bed remained motionless, and that trembling hand seemed to be just her illusion.
Despite this, the woman was overwhelmed with joy and tears streamed down her face, flowing through the man's fingers.
Song Pearl left the hospital and sat in the car, dialing Hong Xinran's number, but there was no answer on the other end.
"The great doctor seems very busy!" Song Pearl gripped her phone and held the steering wheel, quietly watching the congested road ahead, waiting for Hong Xinran to call back.
Soon, the phone screen flickered, and Song Pearl hurriedly answered.
"Pearl, have you run into trouble again?"
Hong Xinran's concerned voice came through.
"Do you think I can only call you when I'm in trouble?" Song Pearl laughed. Before Hong Xinran could respond, she continued, "Actually, I have run into trouble. There's a patient who can't afford treatment, and I've referred him to you!"
"You think I'm the Red Cross?" Hong Xinran exclaimed. "You can't just push patients who can't pay onto me! This debt has to be recorded against Qing Wenyu! After all, he still hasn't paid off the installment loan he owes me; a little more won't hurt!"
Hong Xinran's laughter came through the line.
"If you can cure this patient, your hospital will become famous. At that point, you won't need to be a doctor anymore; you can just run a cash machine!"
"You really underestimate my character!" Hong Xinran protested. After they laughed for a while, she asked, "So what kind of patient is this? Give me the details so I can arrange for a transfer."
"You know this patient; it's Wan Jiang, the one who almost died from an allergic reaction to an injection."
"Wan Jiang? How could it be him! Did he do something terrible in his past life?" Hong Xinran scoffed on the other end. "How could he not have money? He's at least become a decent-sized boss now!"
"Ask him when he wakes up!" Song Pearl knew that once she got Hong Xinran on the phone, it would lead to endless questions. She quickly redirected the conversation back. "So I’ll thank you on his behalf in advance; please arrange it as soon as possible!"
"Wait a minute," just as Song Pearl was about to hang up, Hong Xinran's voice came through again. "What do you mean by saying my hospital will become famous if you cure Wan Jiang?"
"Oh, this!" Song Pearl's fingers lightly tapped on the steering wheel as she smiled, "Because the hospital here has already announced preparations for the worst. If you manage to save someone in your hospital, you'll definitely become famous."
"Thank you for your trust," Hong Xinran chuckled, "Although it's a bit of blind admiration, I'll do my best!"
She hung up the phone decisively. At that moment, Song Pearl's phone pinged with a new message.
"On a business trip today, back in three days, don't miss me." It was from Qing Wenyu.
Song Pearl pouted at her phone and muttered, "Who would miss you?" However, she felt a bit uncomfortable; he was on a business trip with Song Zhenbao.
Although it wasn't unusual to be on a business trip with Song Zhenbao, this time felt different from any of the past two years. So many things had happened that it left her feeling uneasy.
It seemed he had just landed; couldn't he make a phone call?
Song Pearl dialed the number back. The unusually gentle voice on the other end caught her off guard, and she was speechless for a moment before saying, "You're almost there?"
Qing Wenyu's voice was filled with laughter, "You knew I was on a business trip?"
"I just went to your company to look for you."
"You have an injury on your head; you should be resting at home. Why are you being so disobedient..." Qing Wenyu rambled on about many things. Song Pearl interrupted unhappily, "I heard you're on a business trip with Song Zhenbao? Where did you go?"
"What? Is my dear wife coming to check up on me?"
"I just wanted to remind you to be safe."
"Don't worry, this is the group's Branch Office; there are no safety hazards." He answered in detail as if he could read her mind. "We're having a meeting first, then a working lunch afterward. Tonight we're staying in the staff dormitory, so there's no need to worry about safety."
He emphasized "staff dormitory."
"Oh, no need to report that clearly! I'm not interested in your affairs."
Song Pearl quickly hung up the phone, touching her slightly flushed face, feeling a bit unaccustomed to Qing Wenyu's slow and drawn-out conversation.
Qing Wenyu's business matters were not as simple as his demeanor suggested.
He did not expect that the Branch Office would arrange a grand banquet afterward.
“How did this become such a hassle?” Due to the unexpected change in plans, Qing Wenyu looked at the Branch Office manager with a serious expression.
The manager explained generously that if the General Manager and President could celebrate with the colleagues here, it would greatly boost employee morale. The employees' admiration and respect for both of them were something Qing Wenyu should consider.
Feeling unable to refuse the warm invitation, Song Zhenbao appeared quite pleased.
“A banquet? I don’t have suitable clothes! Wouldn’t showing up in this stiff work uniform make them think I’m too serious?” She glanced at Qing Wenyu. “It’s still early; how about you accompany me to the mall to buy a dress?”
Qing Wenyu looked at her delicate and radiant face and ultimately did not refuse. He turned to the accompanying manager and said, “Please arrange a car for us to take President Song to a nearby mall to buy a dress.”
“Sure thing!” The manager smiled broadly; this was an excellent opportunity for performance that he certainly wouldn’t miss. (To be continued…)
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