PARKING LOT.

Yang Liufang narrowed her eyes and looked back.

"Cousin, that's not an important person," Jiang Xinchen was not surprised by Jiang Xinran's attitude. He turned sideways and did not explain Jiang Xinran's whole body, "The driver is here, you can send it here."

"Be careful." Yang Liufang was not curious. She was not as careless as Pei Xi's pedestrians, let alone Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinchen got into the Jiang family's car and left.

Yang Liufang held the phone and continued to turn around.

**

Upstairs, outside the door of Yu Yong's ward.

Zhao Fan found Yu Yong's ward from the nurse and came straight over.

She stopped outside the window and looked at Yu Yong inside.

"You are..." The doctors and nurses here know a group of relatives from the Yu family, and different relatives come almost every week.

Seeing the nurse, Zhao Fan sighed, "I am the assistant of Mr. Yu's niece. His niece is sick now and cannot see him. I will see Mr. Yu's situation for him, alas."

Zhao Fan has also followed Meng Fu for such a long time, but he has not learned 20% of his acting skills, and he has half of his total.

Such a frown is quite like that.

When the nurse saw Zhao Fan say Yu Yong's name, she didn't hide it. "Don't worry too much, the hospital is stepping up to find a kidney source for Mr. Yu..."

Zhao Fan didn't hear the rest clearly.

Only the word "kidney source".

In addition, today Yu Zhenling was abnormally demanding to take care of Meng Fu, Zhao Fan couldn't help feeling cold from the bottom of his heart.

Yu family, is this crazy?

How could this kind of thought be...

It is fake to take care of Meng Fu, but is it true to ask Meng Fu's kidney?

Zhao Fan didn't listen to the nurse's words. She found an excuse to return to the ward on the floor of Meng Fu, stopped outside the ward door, and knocked on the door.

Inside the door, Mrs. Yang, who was talking to Yang Hua, looked up.

She understood Zhao Fan's sign, nodded slightly with Yang Hua, and came out directly.

"Madam Yang," Zhao Fan took a deep breath, his face was unsure, "The news I heard was Yu Yong - that is Brother Fu's uncle. He was recently infected with toxins and his kidneys were not good, so he had to change his kidneys."

As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere in the entire corridor became cold.

Mrs. Yang's eyebrows and eyes were drooping.

From Zhao Fan's perspective, she could not see the expression in Mrs. Yang's eyes, but she could see the cold air condensed on Mrs. Yang's face. Mrs. Yang looked gentle on weekdays, but the aura of a famous family in her bones was still there. The sinking of her eyebrows and eyes was quite scary.

Without Zhao Fan's words, Mrs. Yang could guess what the Yu family meant.

"The Yu family is also confused. The virus on Yu Yong may be difficult to prevent." Mrs. Yang sneered.

Mrs. Yang's eyelashes drooped, and she could feel the coldness from a distance.

The nurse didn't dare to walk to her.

Zhao Fan didn't expect Yu Yong to be poisoned. At this moment when Mrs. Yang said this, Zhao Fan suddenly looked up, and an incredible thought came out of his heart: "He..."

but--

Yu Yong is Jiang Xinran's backing. Isn't Jiang Xinran's way out?

"I can't wait to take A Fu back," Mrs. Yang's eyes were cold, "I want to see how many lives they have."

It was obviously just one sentence, but Zhao Fan was a little creepy when he listened.

The Yang family is not doing that kind of scary business, right?

Mrs. Yang held her cell phone and called Yang Lai. She walked to the end of the hospital corridor and looked at the dark path under the window, with her eyes dark.

On the other side of the phone, Yang Lai answered it quickly.

"I'm doing acupuncture," Yang Lai put his phone in his ear, his eyebrows and eyes with a hint of anxiety, "How is your situation? Wake up?"

"I haven't woken up, the doctor can't find out," Mrs. Yang shook her head, paused again, and her voice became a little cold: "I didn't tell you this."

Mrs. Yang followed Yang Lai in her early years and was a strong woman.

Later, he cultivated his body and cultivated his nature, worshiped Buddha, and accumulated blessings for Yang Lai and his children, and became much gentler.

This is the first time in recent years that Yang Lai has heard such a cold voice from Mrs. Yang.

Yang Lai couldn't help but press his legs and asked the servant to bring it to him for a pillow, leaning against the head of the bed, with a much serious expression: "What happened?"

"Just jumping clown," Mrs. Yang pressed her five fingers on the windowsill and said lightly, "Give more bodyguards when you come tomorrow."

Yang Lai was completely unable to sit still at this moment. As soon as Mrs. Yang said to bring more bodyguards, he realized that things were not simple, "What the hell is wrong? I'll come now."

He sat up and signaled the doctor to pull out the needle from his lap.

"I can hold on. You will know when you come tomorrow," Mrs. Yang said lightly, and finally told her, "Remember, bring two more people who can fight."

Listening to the man in black today, the "Tong Family" seems to be very powerful.

Mrs. Yang hung up the phone with Yang Lai, looking at the lights all over the city downstairs, her eyebrows were very cold.

Capital.

After being disturbed by Mrs. Yang, Yang Lai could not concentrate on acupuncture.

He reached out and called the housekeeper, frowned slightly, "Go and ask Yang Jiu, what happened."

Dr. Qin pulled out a silver needle and looked at Yang Lai like this, and couldn't help but shake his head, "Mr. Yang really cares about Miss Meng, but there shouldn't be anyone in T City dare to mess with Mrs. Yang, so you don't have to worry too much."

Yang Lai naturally didn't think anyone dared to provoke them, but there were all a group of women and children in T City, so Yang Lai was still worried.

I had known that I should have gone back with Mrs. Yang.

"It's all this leg." Yang Lai frowned and looked at his leg, thinking it was not good.

Dr. Qin knew about Yang Lai’s heart disease. When Yang Lai first married Mrs. Yang, many people laughed at Mrs. Yang. Later, Yang Lai became the richest man in Asia. All these voices disappeared, but Yang Lai was still resentful.

"I've heard of a hospital recently that has a set of acupuncture methods that can make the blood in the legs smooth," Dr. Qin pondered for a moment, "When I go and ask for it after I go to see Miss Meng with you."

Over the past thirty years, Yang Lai has no expectations for his legs.

Hearing this, he waved his hand, "No need to worry, I know my legs myself."

"I'll ask," Dr. Qin only changed the topic, "Mr. Yang, you've looked much better recently."

"Is that?" Yang Lai's tense face finally relaxed a lot, "Thanks to Anshenxiang that A Fu gave me, my sleep has improved a lot recently."

**

t-city.

In the ward.

Yang Hua is calling Su Cheng.

"I haven't woken up yet," Yang Hua sat on the hospital bed, holding Meng Fu's hand, and her voice was a little hoarse, "The doctor said she had nothing to do with her physical condition, but she just couldn't wake up."

On the other side of the phone, Su Cheng is still on the mountain.

He looked up and looked at the snow lotus half open on the rock. Under the cold wind, the wind was clear and stern, "Don't worry, I'll be able to rush back tomorrow and find something that will make her wake up."

Yang Hua is not familiar with Su Cheng, but Yang Hua is particularly relieved when doing things.

Hearing Su Cheng's words, Yang Hua nodded and paused, "Are you in Xuanqing Mountain?"

Su Cheng was silent and did not answer.

Yang Hua nodded, "Be careful, Uncle Afu will come tomorrow, don't worry too much. Afu is in good health now, except for not waking up, there is no other damage."

The two hung up the phone.

Su Cheng put his hand in his pocket and looked up at the snow lotus on the cliff.

Not far behind him, the magnificent Taoist temple was full of lights.

Su Di walked towards Su Cheng with a lantern, then reached out to Su Cheng with the box in his hand, "Young Master, the sandalwood box you want."

The sandalwood box has retro patterns, entangled with each other, as if enveloped by a layer of ice.

Su Cheng raised his hand to take it. He looked at the cliff under the bright moon and whispered: "It's coming."

Behind the two, the back door of the Taoist temple.

The little Taoist priest climbed onto the tree and looked at Su Cheng's direction, "Master, the flowers that just bloomed, he, he is going to take them away again!"

Snow lotus blooms every three years, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

In the past ten years, the Taoist temple has only produced two rare flowers, and they have been taken away by this weird man with extremely high martial arts value.

On the top of the tree.

Wei Mingzi poured a drop of wine and muttered, "It's okay, let him dig it. When your uncle comes back, let her plant it."
To be continued...