lcionline Chapter 208: Hold it in until the day of surgery to kiss her
Chapter 208: Hold it in until the day of surgery to kiss her
Wen Zhixia couldn't refute it.
She turned her face to the side, brushed the hair by her ear, and took the opportunity to hide her smile and said, "Okay, I'll go home tonight and burn incense, and ask my grandfather to come and see you in your dreams. Don't be scared and cry."
Fu Ruoshi didn't intentionally mention her sad story, but he didn't expect her to say it so casually.
He felt a little distressed.
"Why would I be afraid?" Fu Ruoshi said with a somewhat melancholy tone, "I actually miss him quite a bit."
Wen Zhixia's smile froze for a moment, and she missed her grandfather a little.
"By the way." She changed the subject. "Did Guo Hong examine you?"
Fu Ruoshi said, "I want to check my heart. It hurts when you ignore me. I think there's something wrong with me."
Wen Zhixia didn't laugh.
He looked at his slightly thin cheeks and pale complexion, and understood that he had indeed suffered a lot recently.
But no matter how much hardship he endures, his cunning fox look cannot be changed!
"I know, all of this is my fault," Wen Zhixia said as she unwrapped his sandwich. "Don't worry, I'll do my best on the day of surgery. Just make sure you eat and rest well these few days."
She held out the sandwich.
Fu Ruoshi took a bite.
The familiar smell made him want to cry.
Just like what I did when we were at the villa, I told her to fry the eggs with chili sauce, but she insisted on poaching them with olive oil. We had several arguments about this.
Now he didn't dare to say anything. He would eat whatever she cooked, for fear that he would say something wrong and not be able to eat it again.
"I'm about to have surgery, why don't you be gentle with me?" He protested weakly, "You made a sullen face as soon as we got in the car, aren't you afraid of irritating me?"
"I'm not sulking. I treat all patients this way," Wen Zhixia said calmly. "Smiling nonchalantly is unprofessional."
Fu Ruoshi tutted, "Am I your patient?" He reached out and rubbed her cheek, "I am your son-in-law."
Wen Zhixia's skin was very white, and when he pinched it, the red mark left behind took a long time to disappear.
She let go of his hand, looked at him and said, "Fu Ruoshi, don't talk nonsense here. If people misunderstand you, I won't be able to explain."
"Don't talk nonsense?" Fu Ruoshi said frankly, "Okay, then if Wang Xinjie asks me if I'm married, I'll say I am. If she asks me who I'm with, I'll say you. Okay?"
Wen Zhixia was speechless.
According to Wang Xinjie's style of asking questions to get to the bottom of things, she could actually ask this question, and Fu Ruoshi actually dared to answer like this.
Forget it, don’t compete with shameless people.
"Then you should make it up." Wen Zhixia saw him finish eating and put away the lunch box. "I'm leaving first. Contact me later."
When she got off the car, Fu Ruoshi took a long time to resist the urge to pull her back and kiss her.
Don’t hold back until the night before the surgery.
When Wen Zhixia came out of the garage, she heard hurried footsteps coming down from above.
Then she saw that the person coming down was Cao Yong.
He was holding a huge cardboard box, looking furtive. He took three steps and turned his head back, obviously trying to hide something.
Wen Zhixia quickly dodged behind an off-road vehicle.
Cao Yong walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and put the piles of notebooks in the cardboard box.
Wen Zhixia couldn't see clearly what he was holding, but she felt that it was definitely not a good thing.
She took out her phone, turned on the camera, and zoomed in to see:
What Cao Yong was holding was an account book.
He is not an accountant, why does he carry so many account books?
Wen Zhixia was thinking when Fu Ruoshi also sent two photos.
His car was right across from Cao Yong, and he even took a clear photo of the license plate number and posted the following text:
[This must be a black account. This person wants to sell the stolen goods.]
[This car has a fake license plate]
He had been dealing with people in the mixed business world for a long time, so he could see it at a glance.
Wen Zhixia immediately saved the picture and replied with an "OK, thank you." After Cao Yong drove away, she also carefully left the garage.
In the past few days, Fan Xiaolin has found a rough framework for the matter of the Yin-Yang account books of Jinghai Hospital.
She used Chen Zhuo's connections to help her make an appointment with a friend from her previous team to go to the gastroenterology department of the hospital for an examination.
When they were swiping their medical insurance card, the doctor in the gastroenterology department said that the card could not be swiped and asked them to pay for it themselves and then issue an invoice for reimbursement. His friend paid more than 2,000 yuan in advance, but when he went to get reimbursed, he found that the local medical insurance center did not recognize such billing receipts.
Chen Zhuo changed two groups of friends and negotiated with the hospital several times. Finally, he found out that Jinghai Hospital has two charging systems, one for self-payment and another for medical insurance. In other words, those who were deceived into paying for their own expenses paid several thousand yuan more on average than the medical insurance system.
So there are yin and yang accounts. The yin accounts are read internally and record illegal income and expenditure, while the yang accounts are used to deal with inspections from above and are clean.
After confirming the news, Fan Xiaolin quickly told Wen Zhixia.
[Baby, if someone advises you to write a self-pay bill for a patient, don't do it. They are using a double-edged sword. Be careful if something goes wrong and they blame you.]
She also explained the general reason to Wen Zhixia.
Here, Wen Zhixia received the message and immediately realized:
Yin and Yang accounts?
So the pile of account books that Cao Yong was holding were indeed shady accounts?
She immediately replied to Fan Xiaolin: [See you tonight. I've discovered something similar.]
In the evening, the two met at KFC.
Fan Xiaolin chose a secluded corner and sorted out the interview recordings of some recent victims of deception while waiting for Wen Zhixia to come over.
Not long after, Wen Zhixia arrived.
"No one's following you, right?" Fan Xiaolin's first question was the same. "Where's Wang Xinjie? Has she been giving you any trouble lately?"
"No, don't worry."
Wen Zhixia nodded and showed Fan Xiaolin the photo of Cao Yong that she had taken earlier.
"I'm just guessing this is a conspiracy," she explained. "This guy's called Cao Yong, and he's in the same group as me. I saw him sneakily loading the money into his car that day, and I felt something was amiss. Furthermore, his car had a fake license plate. You say he's transporting account books and using fake license plates? Who would believe me if I said it was all clear? I don't believe it anyway."
Fan Xiaolin's expression lit up with joy, and he quickly wrote down the license plate number. "I'll go find this car."
Wen Zhixia still had some concerns. "Be careful. Wang Xinjie followed me last time. I can't guarantee they won't use other tricks again."
"Don't worry, this isn't the first time I've done this." Fan Xiaolin nodded. "Once I find it, I'll discuss it with you."
Two days passed quickly.
Tomorrow is the day Fu Ruoshi will have surgery.
Wen Zhixia actually began to feel anxious.
She has performed at least 500 surgical operations in the few years she has been in the industry. During her busiest time, she performed four operations in a single day. It has become a habit.
But the object this time is different, and her mood is certainly not comparable to before.
Half past eleven in the evening.
Wen Zhixia braved the freezing cold wind and returned to the hospital's inpatient department from the dormitory.
The inpatient department was quiet after the lights were turned off. Wen Zhixia avoided the medical staff on duty, walked to the door of Fu Ruoshi's ward at the end of the corridor, and knocked gently.
The door opened a crack.
The man's strong hand reached out from the door, grabbed her and pulled her into the room.