Chapter 1218 Poor Sister

The oppressive silence in the elevator, although because of Yang Cheng's calmness, Irene was not too anxious and had stopped crying, but she still couldn't help thinking in a bad direction.

Did my sister meet a bad guy? Did it do any deeper damage? Just get hit?

In short, all kinds of thoughts filled her small head, which was not that big, and finally made her have a splitting headache.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng held her in his arms distressedly, and rubbed her big hands on her shoulders, which barely had a soothing effect.

The elevator stopped steadily on the 8th floor. As soon as the door opened, the corridor was very quiet. This floor is full of single wards. Although they are not higher-level VIP rooms, they are at least much better than ordinary wards where 18 people live together. Of course, the price is also higher. Many, yes, the general wards of most hospitals in South Korea are mixed, with the number of people ranging from a few people to more than 10 people. If you have money and power, you can naturally provide single-person wards. Ordinary people don’t even think about it. Otherwise, why does South Korea always have various epidemic viruses?

Maybe it was caused by so many patients living together and cross-infection. In this respect, the average conditions of large hospitals in country Z are much better.

But in any case, it can be seen that the conditions of Irene's family are not bad, otherwise it would be difficult to cultivate such an excellent daughter. Although the aristocratic temperament may not be born with it, it is inseparable from the family environment in which she grew up.

It's past 1 o'clock in the morning, and most of the doctors on duty at night are resting in their free time, only the nurses at the nurse's desk are still drowsy.

Sister Irene's ward is at the far end, far away from the nurse's desk. It feels a little less popular and a little more gloomy.

But at this time, Irene didn't care about so much, she confirmed the house number again, and pushed the door directly to enter.

Afraid of disturbing his sister's rest, the moment he rushed in, he suppressed his concerned words.

The lights were still on, and the single ward was about 10 square meters without any decoration, not even a bathroom. In the middle, a girl with hematoma all over her face, barely recognizable of her real face, was lying on ***** , with bandages and plaster casts on her arms and legs, the miserable appearance made Irene burst into tears immediately.

She bit her lip tightly, her lower lip was bitten unconsciously, covered with blood, and the sound of sobbing was suppressed in her throat.

There are two people standing with their backs to the door, they should be Irene's parents. Their sad and decadent backs make people cry.

It is understandable to be sad, but why is it decadent?

Yang Cheng, who was slightly behind, had doubts in his heart.

"Are you back?" Irene's father turned his head first, and forced a smile at his eldest daughter.

Irene fell to the side of the bed, and moved as lightly as possible, resting her trembling hand on her younger sister's arm, tears streaming down her face.

"Who is this?"

When Irene's father turned his head, he also noticed Yang Cheng's figure, and he couldn't help but wondered.

Irene's mother turned her head when she heard the sound, and also cast a puzzled look at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng knew that she couldn't count on Irene at this time, so she had to introduce herself, "Uncle and aunt, I'm Yang Cheng, Irene's friend, we were eating when we called, and I heard that my sister was in misfortune, I was worried about Irene alone It would be dangerous for her to come back, so I sent her back."

Irene's parents still haven't forgotten that a few months ago, the eldest daughter came back from Seoul suddenly, and was brought back by a man in a luxury car. The figure looking down from the upstairs gradually overlapped with Yang Cheng in front of her. .

In addition, Yang Cheng said that the two of them were eating before, and it was almost 11 o'clock when they called, and they were still eating out so late, so one can imagine the relationship between the two.

In fact, it's hard not to misunderstand this situation. Irene, who was so full of herself on her sister, didn't pay attention to what Yang Cheng said, and didn't have the energy to care about these things.

It looks like the uncooked rice is about to be cooked.

Yang Cheng couldn't help feeling proud, even though it seemed inappropriate in such a scene.

Irene's parents quickly took a little energy out of their sadness to focus on Yang Cheng, an outsider. After all, they sent their daughter back from a long distance and drove for hours late at night. No matter what, they always wanted to say thank you, "Thank you for your hard work." Yang Cheng?"

This name is difficult for Koreans to pronounce, so Yang Cheng said again, "Just call me jason, I am Chinese American."

"Then you speak Korean very well~" Irene's father squeezed out a smile again.

Yang Cheng's grasp of people's hearts has long been perfect, knowing that at this time he is not in a hurry to show his charm, and took the initiative to bring the topic to sister Irene, "Thank you uncle, I came back with Irene this time to see if I can help Busy, what kind of person is so conscientious that he will kill a girl next time?"

He was really curious. It looked like this was not just an accident like robbery, right?

Sure enough, Yang Cheng was able to care about sister Irene, which greatly benefited Irene's parents, and her face eased a lot, at least she didn't smile out of politeness.

But it's okay not to say, when I mentioned this, Irene's mother burst into tears again.

Irene's father scolded, "Don't cry, what's the use of crying."

Yang Cheng cursed in her heart, 'Korean men just want face~'

"Yang~jason, I made you laugh, we didn't figure out exactly what happened.

All I know is that last night Joohyun, oh, Joohyun’s younger sister, went to a classmate’s birthday party and told us that she would come back later, we agreed without thinking too much.

Who knew that when it was almost 11 o'clock, we suddenly received a call from the hospital, saying that Zhuyan was seriously injured and asked us to go to the hospital immediately, and then we saw it. . . "

Irene's father couldn't bear to mention that scene, and choked up.

Yang Cheng stepped forward and patted Irene's father on the shoulder. This action is rare in a country like South Korea that pays great attention to seniority.

But Yang Cheng did not make people disgusted, Irene's father wiped the corner of his eyes, this seemingly stalwart man became extremely vulnerable when his daughter was injured, "Oh~ it was her classmate who sent Zhuyan here, but we Before asking about what happened, the person was taken away by JC, saying that he was going to make a record, but there has been no movement until now."

Yang Cheng frowned, he smelled a bit of blood, "Didn't the police ask you to take notes?"

Irene's father shook his head, "No, there is nothing. In a panic, I asked my friends to inquire about the situation, but there was no reply."

"Sure enough, there is a problem", Yang Cheng secretly thought, if there were no big shots involved here, he would dare to twist his head off and kick it like a ball.

But he couldn't tell Irene's father about this, and he didn't take the initiative to help. For a realistic person like him, it is absolutely impossible to be courteous. Of course, if Irene asks for help, He certainly has nothing to say.