St. Mar Hospital, Hong Kong

VIP Care Room—

Song Zhichao sat at the head of the bed and cut the apple with a fruit knife.

His technique is very awkward and clumsy.

The apple was peeled into a pothole, and the apple skin fell to the ground one by one.

Kang Yongren, the eldest son of the Kang family, was lying on the hospital bed. As a vegetable, he still had no reaction.

Song Zhichao said while peeling the apple: "I heard from people that you will be removed from this ward by the hospital because of the arrears of the hospital's expenses."

He looked up and glanced around, "Actually, this place is pretty good. After living there for a long time, it will be like home. No one wants to move out."

"As for your dad and your little ones, they have already run away. I don't know if they went to the Philippines or Thailand - I think most of them went to the Philippines, because Thailand is also my chassis. They are afraid of me and dare not go to many places."

Kang Yongren lay quietly on the bed without any reaction.

"To be honest, I didn't expect that your Kang family would be destroyed. Everything is done by your Kang family from beginning to end." Song Zhichao finally peeled the apple and gently placed it in Kang Yongren's hand.

"If you didn't choose to go against me, maybe we all had a different ending."

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

When I came in, I saw that it was a young nurse from the hospital.

Behind the young nurse were two male nurses with big waists.

The nurse looked beautiful and looked at Song Zhichao excitedly. Obviously, she had already recognized who this man was.

To be precise, I guess I can't find anyone who doesn't know Song Zhichao in Hong Kong now.

"Song, Mr. Song!" The young nurse was excited and even stuttered when she spoke. Then she pointed to Kang Yongren on the hospital bed and said, "This patient is going to be removed from this ward because of arrears of fees. Do you see if you..." It means that Song Zhichao avoided it first.

Song Zhichao smiled, then pointed at Kang Yongren and said, "Sorry, my friend told me that he likes this place very much and doesn't want to move away."

"Uh, that's it! That..." The young nurse glanced at Kang Yongren lying on the hospital bed and said to herself, this person is a vegetable, so how could he talk to you?

"I will pay for his expenses in the future. How much will it cost until he wakes up!" Song Zhichao continued.

Little nurse: “…?!”

I couldn't help asking: "Who is this patient you?"

Song Zhichao said lightly: "I am my opponent, and even more so my friend!"

Little nurse: “…?!”

If you want to ask a few more questions, Song Zhichao frowned: "I told him that I will pay his money. Is it OK?"

Seeing that Song Zhichao was impatient, the young nurse hurriedly said, "Okay! OK! I'll notify our hospital leaders now!" After that, she looked at Song Zhichao deeply, then suppressed her excitement and took two male nurses to leave the ward again.

Seeing them leaving, Song Zhichao turned around and looked at Kang Yongren lying on the hospital bed and said, "It seems that I want to leave first. Those hospitals are in trouble. If you know I will definitely chase you here..." He smiled bitterly, "Maybe this is a worry that is too famous!"

"Okay, you have a good rest! I'll go first!" Song Zhichao bent down and helped Kang Yongren cover the quilt. Then he turned around and walked out of the room and gently took the door and left.

In the ward—

Kang Yongren, who was originally lying on the hospital bed, shook his fingers slightly, and then looked at the corners of his eyes and a tear flowed out.

...

Outside the hospital—

As soon as Song Zhichao walked out of the hospital, he heard a noisy sound coming from behind him—

"Where is Mr. Song? Has he really come to our hospital?" A man who was obviously the director walked towards the ward surrounded by a large group of subordinates.

Song Zhichao is now famous in Hong Kong, and countless people are trying to make friends with him.

Song Zhichao shook his head and walked to a black Pingzhi sedan.

The car door opened, and it turned out to be Fu Jiajun, the head of the Fu Group.

Fu Jiajun held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes and said to Song Zhichao: "I have said it a long time ago that you have a different identity now, so you will cause a lot of trouble when you come out."

Song Zhichao nodded, "You are right, the news has been tight recently, so I'd better show less!"

"That's it! The whole Hong Kong is looking for you now! I really don't know why you are coming to see Kang Yongren - wasn't he your enemy before?"

Song Zhichao got into the car and smiled and said, "Enemy can also become friends!"

"I don't understand you!" Fu Jiajun took another breath of cigarette outside.

Song Zhichao said to him: "It's not good to eat cigarettes, so I'd better learn from me to quit!"

"I think so, but unfortunately I don't have as much perseverance as you, so I can't quit!"

"It's up to man."

Fu Jiajun thought about it, then threw the cigarette on the ground, crushed it with his toes and said, "You are right, it's up to man! From today on, I will be ready to quit smoking!"

After saying this, Fu Jiajun got into the car and then turned around and said to Song Zhichao proudly: "Are you very happy? Have a big man like me to be your driver!"

Song Zhichao smiled, Jin Jiu, Ruan Jun and others were now staring at by the media reporters. It was impossible for him to drive out by himself, so he had to call Mr. Fu as a "driver".

"It's obvious that you're so happy to laugh!" Fu Jiajun was also very happy and said with a fire on the car: "But to be honest, how much did you make in a battle with Soros and Kang Zuyao this time?"

Song Zhichao stretched out his legs and kicked Fu Jiajun's chair with his feet, "What are you asking about this?"

"You're curious! It's all the legend outside that you made a profit of 30 billion US dollars in this financial war. Is it true or not?" Fu Jiajun asked with a steering wheel.

Song Zhichao laughed: "Three hundred billion? I don't even have thirty yuan on me now! Do you believe others spread it?"

Fu Jiajun was shocked: "It won't be so miserable, right?"

"It's so miserable. This time I invested all my wealth. Now all the money in the stock market will either become real estate. If I can't cash in, I'm just a pauper!"

Fu Jiajun: "Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything before! I originally wanted to borrow two money from you, but I never thought you were poorer than me!"

"Why, that Lin Jiaqi won't give you pocket money?"

"You said my wife, she is very good, and she gives you enough pocket money every time!"

"Then do you still borrow money?"

"The problem is that I have another model outside - I have a good figure and a good appearance. I spoil her very much!"

Song Zhichao rolled his eyes: "Is it Liu Luanxiong introduced it again?"

Fu Jiajun smiled "hehe" and said, "How do you know?"

"You two friends, why don't I know what you like to do?"

Fu Jiajun shrugged: "Men, they all like beautiful women! For example, you, my sister Fu Qingying, the Thai Yan Susu, and the Korean Han Jiaren, etc., aren't you also showing mercy everywhere?"

Song Zhichao had nothing to say.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't say anything, Fu Jiajun couldn't help asking: "Where are you going now? Go home or-"
Chapter completed!