We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

It’s Gu Chun.

[I don't have any other intentions, Zhizhi, I just passed by Jincheng and wanted to thank you]

Wen Zhixia hesitated for a moment and replied, "No need to eat. I was rude to you before. I'm sorry."

Gu Chun: [Don't apologize, Zhizhi. In my heart, you will always be the most beautiful girl.]

Wen Zhixia looked at the line of words and did not reply.

Later, my phone still lit up from time to time, but they were all messages from group buying groups and work groups.

Only Fu Ruoshi was still as dead as ever, without a sound or movement.

Wen Zhixia hesitated for a moment and decided to find him first.

It was night time in the United States, so Wen Zhixia dialed his voice call without holding out hope, intending to hang up after three seconds.

The call was connected within two seconds.

"Hello."

It's a woman's voice.

Wen Zhixia's whole body tensed up and she hung up immediately.

It’s so late, he shouldn’t still be in the company, right?

Still socializing?

Is this woman his colleague or partner?

Wen Zhixia recalled that when he was at home and couldn't leave, he would ask her to answer the phone for him.

This made her feel that he trusted her.

Is this also someone he trusts now?

Wen Zhixia held the phone tightly, not having the courage to call again.

"Zhixia!" Sun Minghao passed by the office, "Director Wu wants to see you in the conference room."

Wen Zhixia immediately perked up and went to the conference room. When she opened the door, she saw several people who looked like leaders sitting around a round table.

"Oh, this is Zhang Zhiming's resident physician, Wen Zhixia," Director Wu introduced, asking her to sit next to him. "Zhixia, this is the head of the medical foundation. Yesterday, Zhang Zhiming's family reported that they haven't received the sponsorship funds. Now they can't afford the treatment and need to transfer to a lower-level hospital."

"Transfer to another hospital?" Wen Zhixia was stunned. "They didn't communicate with me."

"If we transfer hospitals, the foundation's funding process will have to go through a new process," another leader said. "Some hospitals don't meet our foundation's sponsorship standards."

In fact, doctors become more popular as they get older. Many family members didn't take Wen Zhixia seriously before because she was so young. Wen Zhixia guessed that this might be the same reason this time.

But she doesn't worry about what the patients' families think of her. All she can do is try her best to strive for the best interests for them.

"I don't recommend transferring him to another hospital right now," she said, looking at the foundation leader. "Our hospital's burn unit has the best equipment in the country. Zhang Zhiming just had his first skin graft surgery, and regardless of whether he's passed the critical stage, transferring him to another hospital in this weather will only make his condition worse."

The foundation leader asked, "How many more surgeries will the patient need, and how much will it cost?"

Zhang Zhiming is an ordinary circuit maintenance worker who supports his wife, children and mother alone. He has already spent more than 200,000 yuan on surgery and treatment, and still owes money to the bank.

"There are at least two or three more, estimated to cost over 800,000 yuan," Wen Zhixia analyzed. "But he's not even forty yet, and his physical functions are very much there, so there's a good chance of saving him. It would be a shame to give up now."

After listening to her well-organized analysis, several leaders discussed it further.

"We can now provide a maximum subsidy of 30,000 yuan." The leader of the foundation said after a moment.

Wen Zhixia asked hurriedly, "If we add more, do we have to go through the process again?"

Several leaders nodded.

"Okay, then there's no need to rush for more money." She was worried that delays would affect the treatment. "Then let's give 30,000 yuan. I'll have his family apply for an online crowdfunding campaign, and with that, we'll have Zhang Zhiming's second skin graft surgery."

"Then I'll give you a subsidy of 30,000 yuan first." A man who looked like a boss stood up. "It will be deposited in ten working days. You can then communicate with Zhang Zhiming's family and coordinate if there's any further issues."

Wen Zhixia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

at the same time.

The streets of New York are still bustling at night.

Fu Ruoshi was coming out of a top luxury brand store in Manhattan.

The clerk followed him and helped him into the car as if he was escorting the God of Wealth.

"Boss," Susie handed him the phone. "You just had a call. I answered it, but no one spoke."

Susie is Zhuo Rui's executive officer in the Asia-Pacific region and one of Fu Ruoshi's secretaries in the United States.

Fu Ruoshi took the phone and it was a voice call from Wen Zhixia.

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately checked her chat interface, but didn't see any text messages from her.

I called her back, but she couldn't answer the call.

What does that mean? Fu Ruoshi was confused and sent her a dog head emoji.

The gift box in my hand contains a limited edition necklace.

He had ordered it a long time ago, but it was out of stock worldwide at the time. It only arrived yesterday, and it was the last one in the world. He planned to give it to Wen Zhixia to celebrate her company's listing.

Fu Ruoshi still felt a little regretful. Other men brought their wives to Nasdaq to ring the bell together, but he was secretly married and couldn't bring his wife with him, so he felt a little lonely.

"Susie," Fu Ruoshi thought, playing with the gift box in his hand, "I'm going back to the company in Jincheng tomorrow afternoon. Will you come with me?"

Susie refused, "Boss, tomorrow is Saturday, and it's my girlfriend's birthday."

Saturday afternoon.

After lunch, Wen Zhixia changed out of her white coat and prepared to visit Xu Hui's art exhibition since she was not on duty.

Since she has promised someone, she will not break her promise unless it is necessary.

Fan Xiaolin sent her a message: "Baby, the leader from the station is here to inspect. I'll be arriving half an hour late. Please wait for me when you get there."

【Don't worry】

In order to match the artistic atmosphere of the exhibition, she specially wore a shirt and long skirt with a bit of ancient Chinese style today. It was low-key but distinctive, and immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.

When she went downstairs, she happened to run into Sun Minghao passing by.

"Xiao Zhixia," Sun Minghao said with a gossipy expression, "You're wearing such nice clothes, are you going on a date?"

He is obviously an intern who is two years younger than me. I don’t know where he learned such smooth talk from.

"Don't ask about adults' affairs."

She passed by Sun Minghao and walked towards the building exit.

As I walked out of the hall, I saw a strange yet familiar figure walking up the stairs.

Wen Zhixia's breathing stopped, she took two steps back, turned around and was about to run.

Gu Chun hurriedly caught up with her.

"Zhizhi!" She stopped him in front of her, "I know you don't want to see me, I'm just here to do something."

Wen Zhixia took several steps back.

It’s not that she was afraid of him, but the last time she met him in the bookstore, Fu Ruoshi misunderstood her and it was a very pleasant thing. This time when she saw Gu Chun, she felt a little PTSD.

"Well, then go and do your work."

Wen Zhixia walked around him expressionlessly and quickened her pace to go out.

"Wait a minute!" Gu Chun caught up with her again.

He chased Wen Zhixia down the stairs and to the side of the road.

"I have to go do something too," Wen Zhixia hailed a taxi and said a little unhappily, "Can you please stop following me?"

However, the moment she waved, Gu Chun saw the wedding ring on her ring finger.

"Zhizhi, are you really married?" He widened his eyes. "Who did you marry?"