Mr Huo wants to spoil me

"My dad's."

Tan Xuanbai on the opposite side responded quickly.

Bai Anru looked at the phone upside down in disbelief, and after struggling to read the three words above, she jumped up from the bed and said, "Who are your fathers?"

"? Are you asking for a beating? Tan Wenfeng, who else is there besides him?"

Tan Xuanbai's tone showed a feeling of gnashing of teeth through the screen and the text.

Bai Anru recalled it for a while.

When she went shopping with Tan Xuanbai a few months ago, Tan Wenfeng still looked young and tough. Although he was 50 years old, he seemed to be in his early forties.

How do you say that if you die, you will die?

Now it's time for the funeral.

It was so sudden.

"Actually, I was also quite surprised. My father had a stroke suddenly. At that time, my mother and I were being collected for debts. In order to save money, the nanny at home also quit. When the hourly worker went to our house to cook, I Dad is dying."

I couldn't see Tan Xuanbai's expression, but Bai Anru somehow felt that Tan Xuanbai was inexplicably calm when he said this.

"You...sorry." Although she is a good girlfriend, her keen intuition prevented Bai Anru from asking about the whole story in detail, so she could only comfort her a few words, and then asked: "Auntie, do you want to come to City Z with you? "

"Well, she wants to start a business. I think you are in Z City, and we can take care of each other when we are together."

To start a business.

Thinking about it, even though the Tan family is now a quagmire, Tan Wenfeng's death will be without a leader.

But in the name of the law, Yan Wenjing and Tan Xuanbai actually have nothing to do with the Tan family.

They are Tan Wenfeng's "outsiders" and "illegitimate children". If they are in power in the Tan family, the debt collectors may be able to trouble them, just like they did a few days ago.

But after Tan Wenfeng died like this, the names of Yan Wenjing's mother and daughter were not in the Tan family's household registration book. No matter how excessive the debt collectors were, they could not find them.

It was a little frightening to think about it carefully.

Bai Anru bit her lower lip, but after all, she didn't ask any more questions.

Get up early the next day and go to the hospital to visit patients.

Today is the day of instrument inspection, Bai Anru got the notebook early and waited for the professor to arrive.

The patient's surname is Zhang, so let's call him Mr. Zhang.

It is said that Mr. Zhang's mood has been getting worse and worse recently, especially after so many young and energetic young people came to consult him yesterday, Mr. Zhang didn't know what kind of trouble he had, and today he just closed the door and didn't see anyone.

"Get out! Are you so curious to see me? Didn't I say, if you really want to see me, after I die, you can do whatever research you want. You don't let me die, and you torture me like this. How much is it? Meaning!"

He roared heart-piercingly in the ward, smashing things on the table frantically.

But because of his suicidal tendencies, everything in the ward was replaced with special soft cotton substitutes.

Every time Mr. Zhang punches, it seems to hit the cotton. Not only can he not breathe, but he is also inexplicably aggrieved.

"Get lost! Why is it me? What about my dad, let him drive out these spectators!"

A nurse tried to use the spare key to open the room to dissuade Mr. Zhang, but they were kicked out without exception.

"He can't do this. He has recently appeared on a hunger strike. Several professors, we have to speed up the progress of treatment and research."

Mr. Zhang's doctor in charge was also kicked out, and several well-known figures in their own medical circles stood at the door and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Bai Anru listened to Mr. Zhang's collapsed cry, although she also felt a little sympathetic to him, but she understood the truth of shooting the top bird, and there was nothing the professors could do about it, and she was powerless to help.

It seems that today's research will be put on hold.

Bai Anru put away the notebook in his hand with some disappointment, but suddenly found a strong force coming from behind him.

She staggered a step, her arm bumped against the door of Mr. Zhang's ward, and fell in with a plop.

"hiss……"

Which bastard who suffered a thousand knives pushed her behind her back?Still making such a big effort.

If Mr. Zhang's room wasn't covered with a soft carpet, his hands would probably be bald.

Bai Anru frowned and got up from the ground, and when she turned around, she saw Cheng Qiuqiu's worried face and the pride hidden in her eyes: "Sister Anru, are you okay, is there any injury? I'll call Brother Qiu Yang..."

The professors hadn't gone far, and the movement here quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Bai Anru pushed Cheng Qiuqiu's hand away irritably, but she still couldn't let go of her pitiful and pretty face.

Both are beauties, why should beauties embarrass beauties?
It's all because of Qiu Yang's sand sculpture.

After complaining silently in her heart, Bai Ru didn't forget the temper of the people living in this ward.

She didn't dare to stay longer, so she just lowered her head and apologized to Mr. Zhang: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't stand up properly, and accidentally interrupted your rest, I'll close the door for you right now."

Mr. Zhang had a sullen face, the skin and the warts on his hands were the cause of his movements, and the people who watched him had goose bumps.

But Bai Anru didn't show any unnecessary expressions from the beginning to the end, nor did he show any expression of curiosity or disgust towards Mr. Zhang's appearance.

This made Mr. Zhang's mood a little more stable. He was about to wave Bai Anru out, but he suddenly stopped and asked cautiously, "Your name is Anru? What Anru?"

"Bai Anru." Is there any question?

Or does he know himself?
Bai Anru doesn't remember any acquaintances she has in S City, and even this time is the longest time she has stayed in S City.

"Bai Anru, Bai Anru..." Mr. Zhang frowned and repeated twice, and then he sat obediently on the hospital bed, his expression turned cowardly, and his tone was even flattering: "You are Mr. Huo's Wife? I didn't know you were coming too, please sit down... Ah, let's go, I look like this..."

Things changed so suddenly that Bai Anru and Cheng Qiuqiu were dumbfounded.

Seeing Young Master Zhang who was still irritable and wanted to go to heaven just now, but now he is calm and obediently letting others trample on him, Bai Anru tentatively asked: "Then today...we can conduct research and treatment on your condition ?"

"You are still young and handsome. I heard that your family conditions are good, and you will have a good life in the future. It would be a pity if you just give up treatment like this." Bai Anru pulled out a bowl of chicken soup for the soul from the corner, saying nothing Just pour it on Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang still looked a little unhappy, but he still frowned and said, "Take off your mask and let me see if you are Mr. Huo's wife. If so..."