Chapter 867 Calculative Gaze

"I heard that you can treat diseases, right?" the man asked.

Tang Huai looked at the man with a slight smile, his clear eyes sparkled.

Ever since the lawsuit in which Zhang Shifang was killed was broadcast on TV and published in various newspapers, many people in K City knew that she could cure diseases.

Since then, many people have come to see her.

But she wants to be strong in her studies, she will take the college entrance examination in June, and she tactfully refused if it is not an intractable disease or a serious illness.

If she treats every minor common cold, she will be even busier, and she won't even have time to read.

Tang Huai turned her eyes around the man's face without any trace, and then smiled lightly: "Yes."

She didn't see in this man's face that he was seriously ill.

There is some heat and humidity. It should be during this period of time that there has been a lot of rain.

But it doesn't matter, the weather is getting warmer these days, and the sun is shining brightly during the day. You don't need to take medicine or see a doctor. If you get more sun during the day, the dampness and heat in the body will disappear quickly.

The man was plainly dressed, and his coat was still a little stained, but his skin was not as dark as that of a migrant worker, so he should have been working indoors.

If he had been working outside, the sun these few days would have already wiped out the heat and humidity in his body.

"Excuse me, are you free?" The man looked into Tang Huai's eyes and asked cautiously.

"Are you seeing a doctor?" Tang Huaifei asked rhetorically.

The man shook his head: "No, it's my boss."

"Your boss? He didn't come over?"

"Because I'm very ill, it's not convenient for me to come here."

Tang Huai frowned slightly: "What's the disease?"

"I heard it's a gastroenteritis. I don't know the details. Please go over and ask him personally."

This man looks simple, but he speaks very politely and has a very humble attitude.

"Where does he live now?" Tang Huai stood up from the chair.

At this time, Zhong Xing handed over the money, she took it, then opened the drawer casually, and put the money in.

"Star Hotel."

When Zhong Xing heard this, he raised his eyebrows, isn't that the hotel opened by his father?

Why is a seriously ill person staying in a hotel if he doesn't live at home?

Waiting to die?

If he really died in the hotel and the guests found out, wouldn't it scare the guests away?

In this case, wouldn't it affect the hotel's business?

Tang Huai also knew that the Xinghui Hotel belonged to the Zhong Xing family and that the hotel had just been built.

Before this hotel was built, Zhong Xing’s father, Zhong Shumin, went to the United States and England to inspect it.

He drew a picture of what a foreign luxury hotel would look like, then found a good architectural design and then started building it.

Because it imitates foreign luxury hotels, Xinghui Hotel is the most luxuriously decorated hotel in K City.

The hotel model is also very trendy, with VIP deluxe rooms, deluxe rooms, and ordinary rooms.

No matter what kind of room it is, the cost is much higher than that of other hotels.

Even so, there are still some customers who come in to spend money.

Tang Huai, who lived until 2016 in his previous life, witnessed the glory of Xinghui Hotel.

In a previous life, Xinghui Hotel was listed as one of the top 15-star international hotels in the country.

This name is well-known in the catering industry across the country.

Because Tang Huai didn't get to know Zhong Xing in his previous life, he only heard about Xinghui International Hotel, but didn't know who the boss was.

In fact, Zhong Xing’s father named the hotel Xinghui because he wanted Zhong Xing to manage it. Now that Zhong Xing has entered the entertainment industry, in a few years Xinghui International should be managed by Zhong Xing’s brother or his father.

At that time, the consumption in Xinghui International Hotel was quite scary, but there were many rich people, so of course countless people went there to spend money.

It is also because of its good management system that its reputation has spread across the country.

Although that was something that Tang Huai's senior had heard about, the Xinghui Hotel in this life currently has relatively high consumption.

A seriously ill person who lives here in a luxurious hotel must be a wealthy person.

According to Tang Huai's idea, there was only one possibility of staying in a hotel if he was seriously ill.

That is, people who come from other places to seek medical treatment in the local area have no place to stay and can only stay in hotels.

Tang Huai glanced at Zhong Xing and saw Zhong Xing raising his eyebrows thoughtfully and looking at the man.

Tang Huai knew what Zhong Xing was thinking, so he didn't disturb him. Instead, he asked the man, "Are you going there now?"

The man said politely: "If you are inconvenient today, we can make an appointment."

"Can you tell me about your boss's usual symptoms?" She can't just go there just because the other person says it's serious.

Some patients are so precious about their lives that they suspect they are seriously ill and about to die if they even have a slight stomachache...

"My stools are bloody and I can't stop gushing out. I have no appetite and am losing weight day by day."

Hearing this, Tang Huai frowned slightly, so serious?

Tang Huai asked the man: "Did it press on his abdomen? Are there any hard lumps in the abdomen?"

The man thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, yes."

"According to what you said, your boss must be suffering from intestinal cancer." Zhong Xing asked in surprise.

When a man hears this, a chill goes down his spine. Intestinal cancer? So scary?

If the boss knew about it, would he... strangle him to death?

The man lowered his head: "I don't know, it's very serious anyway."

"Wait here while I go get the medicine box." Tang Huai walked out of the cashier.

After hearing this, the man raised his head, looked at Tang Huai and smiled sincerely: "Thank you, girl."

Tang Huai walked out of the restaurant and went back upstairs to get the medicine box.

After Tang Huai left, Zhong Xing asked the man, "Is your boss not a local?"

If you are a local, why would you stay in a hotel?

The man shook his head: "No, he's from out of town."

"Where did it come from?"

"Magic City."

"so far?"

"Yes."

"What kind of business does your boss do?"

The man smiled sheepishly: "It's not convenient for me to reveal it."

"Oh..." It's not convenient to disclose it when doing business?

"How old is your boss?"

"Twenty-eight."

"It's really miserable to suffer from such a serious illness at such a young age." Zhong Xing shook his head, actually feeling some sympathy for this man's boss.

The man lowered his head and said with a heavy heart: "Yes, poor life."

Seeing that the man was in a bad mood, Zhong Xing stopped chatting with him. He turned around and returned to Gu Jiajia.

After Zhong Xing left, the man raised his head and observed the restaurant.

Business is good, a restaurant is doing well, but Tang Huai, this woman, is not simple.

The man turned around slowly and looked around the restaurant.

When turning his back to Zhong Xing and facing the door, he heard Gu Jiajia say to Zhong Xing: "Tang Huai's medical skills are not bad. The other party said it was serious. Tang Huai doesn't seem to be serious. Tang Huai should be able to cure him."

Such a deceitful person...

The man thought that after a while, Tang Huai would follow him to the Xinghui Hotel. He raised his lips and showed a proud smile, with a cold light in his eyes.

Tang Huai came over with the medicine box. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the restaurant, she happened to see this man's scalp-numbing smile.

And the light in his eyes made Tang Huai feel that he was planning something.

Yes, this is a calculated cold light!

Tang Huai was startled.