Chapter 1078 Your Heartbeat Is Messed up (2)
With a full set of tools in her hand, Qiao Yue whispered, "Xiao Qian, you have to be mentally prepared."
Feng Qian was puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Yue looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, she leaned close to Feng Qian's ear and whispered, "The patient we are going to round up later is a patient in the VIP ward. That old man has a weird personality. Everyone says, let him be good. Cooperating is even more difficult than making zero mistakes in surgery!"
Feng Qian was curious, "Is it that exaggerated?"
"Hey, who knows, I still have to make mental preparations in advance."
When Qiao Yue came to the door of the ward, she took a deep breath, raised her hand and knocked on the door politely.
No one inside responded.
Qiao Yue was not surprised at all. She looked at Feng Qian and spread her hands, "Look, ignore us."
When Qiao Yue was about to open the door and go in, there was a clatter.
It was the sound of something falling to the ground and breaking.
Feng Qian held Qiao Yue back, "Wait."
"There seems to be someone inside."
Feng Qian listened attentively. The sound insulation effect of the ward was very good, but the sound could still be vaguely heard, which seemed to be arguing.
Qiao Yue was stopped by Feng Qian's reminder, and she leaned against the door to listen.
Faint arguments could indeed be heard.
Qiao Yue frowned and pushed the door open.
The people inside were arguing violently.
On the ground were fragments of shattered glasses, and a pool of water stains mixed with soaked red goji berries.
The old man on the hospital bed turned blue, pointed at the man in front of him, and shouted loudly: "You scoundrel! Even if I die, you won't get a penny!"
The middle-aged man in a suit standing in front of the bed yelled at the old man, "Dad! I'm your own son!"
The old man clutched his chest, his face turned pale, and he pointed at the door: "Get out of here immediately!"
Qiao Yue put down the things in her hand, walked to the hospital bed to comfort the old man, "Mr. Shen, calm down, relax, and take a deep breath."
The middle-aged man turned a blind eye to the old man's current situation, "Dad! If you don't hand over the company to me, why don't you give it to that lunatic Shen Lin?!"
"He's just an illegitimate child!"
The old man was anxious: "That's better than you!"
Feng Qian frowned.
According to the information in Qiao Yue's hands, the old man was suffering from heart disease, so he couldn't stand stimulation.
It can also be seen from the dialogue between the two that it is a father-son relationship.
Knowing that his father has heart disease, but making such a scene, it is really too much.
click.
The door of the ward was pushed open.
An overly pale hand rested lightly on the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The man was wearing a white coat, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose. His dark eyes were dark and deep, and his eyelashes were thick and long.
The pale crimson lips were slightly pursed, and her complexion was fair and beautiful.
Shen Lin's eyes casually fell on the broken glass on the ground that was reflected coldly by the sun.
The middle-aged man looked at Shen Lin bitterly, but when the man approached, his eyes averted slightly and he remained silent.
Shen Lin lowered his eyes, put one hand in his pocket, and approached the hospital bed slowly.
Qiao Yue was already dumbfounded, she backed away in a daze, and when she left, she said with a reddish face, "Hello, Doctor Shen."
Shen Lin glanced at her lightly, but did not respond.
Qiao Yue excitedly stood beside Feng Qian, and she whispered, "It's Dr. Shen! Xiao Qian, it's over, I feel like a heart attack."
Feng Qian: "..."
She raised her eyes to look at the man in a white coat, and what Feng Qian paid attention to was the breath on his body.
It is His Highness's fragment.
Shen Lin seemed to feel Feng Qian's gaze, he raised his head, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, as if inadvertently, but also seemed to have some malicious intentions, which were fleeting.