Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

After chatting and laughing for a while, Song Pingqing first sent Murong Xue downstairs, watched her get into the car, and then returned to the ward where Shen Wushuang was.

There is a special visitor accommodation area in the sanatorium. Although there are fewer rooms, the internal environment and specifications are not much different from those of five-star hotels outside.

For people like Shen Wushuang who do not need an escort and just come for a physical examination, the accompanying person can stay there.

It is in the same building as the ward, but on a slightly higher floor, so it lacks the romantic feeling of seeing flowers through the window.

In a nursing home, patients should be given priority.

When Song Pingqing returned to the room, Shen Wushuang was sitting by the window with an A4 paper in front of him, on which were some messy and incomprehensible words.

He was probably reviewing the incident of himself getting sick.

Song Pingqing did not disturb him. He turned around and went to the nurse's station to get the bowel cleansing medicine for Shen Wushuang. After asking him in detail about the usage, dosage and precautions, he went to the cafeteria to pack a dinner that Shen Wushuang could eat.

Shen Wushuang in the room was still thinking. The tip of her pen fell on the paper, drawing some lines whose meanings were unclear and only she could understand.

When Shen Wushuang first discovered the "problem", he refused to believe it and went for examinations in three hospitals in Shenzhen, with each level having higher results.

Being able to manipulate these three hospitals at the same time and deceive her into running around in circles shows how much money the person who wanted to deceive her spent.

It is not an exaggeration to even say that there is collusion between officials and businessmen.

From the first person who suggested that he go to the hospital for a physical examination to the person who helped him get the report, Shen Wushuang listed them one by one on the list in his mind.

It was no secret that she was attending the alumni reunion, nor was it that she had taken a long annual leave and wanted to visit some old friends.

Now, among the group of people in Shenzhen Stock Exchange, only the schemer and Shen Wushuang herself knew that she was not actually sick. If they stepped out of Mount Lushan and looked down from a God's perspective, they would be able to find out many problems.

Shen Wushuang worked his way up step by step, and he is much stronger than Murong Xue thought.

This matter is an absolutely tough battle. There are countless people who will be offended, brought down, and sent to prison.

This forced Shen Wushuang to find some external aid from other places to help him regain his foothold in the Shenzhen Stock Exchange.

But the attitude is always positive, with no intention of retreating.

The other party was clearly coming for her life. It was a matter of life and death. At such a critical moment of life and death, if she continued to worry about how powerful those people's backers were or how ruthless their methods were, she would be a fool.

If I don't fight back desperately, am I just going to sit there and wait for death?

Shen Wushuang lowered his head. Ever since the false diagnosis, he had not been in the mood to take care of his hair. All he thought about was that it would all fall out during chemotherapy.

Now, after a few months, my hair has become a little frizzy, and there are a few spots of silver between the strands.

Who should start?

By the time Song Pingqing came back with the egg custard and porridge, the paper had been shredded into pieces by a level-four encrypted shredder, and Shen Wushuang had turned back into the gentle and amiable elder he once again.

The aroma wafted out through the lunch box, and Shen Wushuang's eyes lit up: "Hey, it smells good."

"Of course. As for patient meals, they have to taste good and stimulate people's appetite." Song Pingqing placed the lunch boxes on the table and opened them one by one with a smile.

Really? A bowl of yam and red date porridge costs 1500 yuan, and a box of egg custard costs 2200 yuan.

If the price wasn't attractive enough, Song Pingqing would start cursing.

"It's really light." Shen Wushuang looked at the light food on the table and looked at Song Pingqing, "Why did you only bring it for me?"

"I'll go to the restaurant to eat later." Song Pingqing chuckled, "Young people don't want to eat such light food."

Song Pingqing: Since I have to spend money, I have to eat something good.

Shen Wushuang nodded to show his understanding: "Yes, when I was your age, I also preferred spicy food."

There is no need to talk about politeness or impoliteness at this time.

Anyway, Song Pingqing and Shen Wushuang have known each other for a long time, and they are well aware of each other's desire for things.

Song Pingqing accompanied her to the physical examination. He took care of everything that needed to be taken care of, and had some small ideas about his own meals, which made him seem like a young man with desires and demands.

Sometimes this kind of sincere behavior is even more likable.

Shen Wushuang started her third attempt to drive someone away today: "Then don't accompany me. Go eat quickly. It's time for dinner. Don't be hungry later."

Song Pingqing picked up the medicine box and said, "I have already brought back all the medicines you need to take tonight. I will explain the usage to you in detail before I leave."

"How could I not understand the instructions?" Shen Wushuang found it funny.

"It's not quite the same as what's written in the instructions, Aunt Shen. Please follow the doctor's orders carefully." Song Pingqing said as he took out the nurse's handwritten list.

Looking at Song Pingqing who was explaining to her in detail how to take the medicine and what precautions to take, Shen Wushuang felt for the first time that there seemed to be nothing wrong with having a child.

At least it's good to have a child like Song Pingqing.

Just after leaving Shen Wushuang, I received a call from an unfamiliar number on my mobile phone.

Song Pingqing didn't want to pay attention to it, but soon after he hung up the phone, a new text message came in.

The message was sent by Shang Qingyun. She seemed to be out of danger and awake, and finally had the energy to engage in normal social activities.

The text message briefly thanked Song Pingqing for his help, and at the end asked for a visit to express gratitude.

A visit and a thank you may just be an added request.

The real purpose is probably to try to save Shangshi Photovoltaic Group.

Song Pingqing thought about his recent trip.

This side still needs to be met, but where and how to meet is very important.

Thinking of Dong Qiangxun and Ding Luheng, who had not yet been contacted, Song Pingqing rubbed his forehead.

Really... She wants to be a lazy guy, but is forced to become a career boss. Sometimes she really feels helpless.

Song Pingqing didn't rush to reply to the message and just put the phone back into his pocket.

A more pretentious way of putting it is that "replying too quickly would make her look cheap, and it would be difficult to conclude a deal by rushing to express her interest in the photovoltaic market."

A more normal statement would be that she has lost track of how many things she has to do recently and needs to go back and make a new list.

Why not list them in her mind now? Of course, it was because she was very hungry and tired.

Song Pingqing got up at around four o'clock this morning and hasn't had time to rest and catch his breath. Even if he is a cow, he needs to take a break.

After finishing his meal and returning to his room, Song Pingqing suddenly felt empty inside as he looked at the place where there was no trace of Murong Xue.

How long have we been apart? Less than three hours, right?

When did she become such a pretentious person?

Song Pingqing took out his pajamas from the box and strode into the bathroom: Falling in love is so annoying.