My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

"Miss, please cooperate with us in the rescue! Please rest assured that we will do our best to treat your family!" The nurse forcibly blocked Song Mian outside the door.

Aunt Shen was also driven out. She quickly came to Song Mian's side and comforted her: "Xiao Mian, don't worry too much! Your grandma will be fine. Come and sit with your aunt and wait for your grandma."

Song Mian's whole body was stiff as he sat on the seat at the door.

The rescue lasted for more than ten minutes and finally ended.

The attending doctor, Dr. Qin, took off his mask after leaving the ward. Under Song Mian's expectant gaze, he said, "Don't worry, Miss Song, your grandmother is out of danger. However, her condition is unstable, so we can't perform surgery on her for the time being. Please pay attention to her future care and don't let her suffer any more stress."

"Okay, I've remembered everything." After hanging up the phone, Song Mian and Aunt Shen went into the ward together to check on Chen Guiying's condition.

Sitting on the bedside and holding Chen Guiying's hand, Song Mian found that the old lady's fingers were cold. Not only that, even her lips looked pale, which made Song Mian's heart tighten uncontrollably.

"Xiaomi, it's all my fault. I forgot to take your grandma's phone with me when I went out to get some water. Who would have thought that your brother would call at this critical moment and upset your grandma? If I had known this would happen, I should have been more careful. I'm really sorry..."

"Aunt Shen, don't say that. Those people are hard to guard against, it's normal that you are not their match." Song Mian picked up Chen Guiying's mobile phone while speaking, and clearly saw that the first call record on it was indeed a call from Song Jinyan.

After making sure that grandma was fine, Song Mian left the ward silently, pushed open the door of the emergency passage and walked out directly.

Standing on the deserted stairs, Song Mian called Song Jinyan.

Song Jinyan answered the phone quickly and spoke to Song Mian in a teasing tone: "Grandma, I've told you the current situation. Just believe me and take Song Mian home. This family is willing to pay a betrothal gift of 300,000 yuan to marry Song Mian, and Grandpa has agreed. As long as you trick Song Mian into coming back, don't worry about anything else. I guarantee that everything will go smoothly."

After hearing what Song Jinyan said, Song Mian realized what was going on: "Song Jinyan, did you call here just to threaten grandma?"

"It's Song Mian. Tsk, since you've already heard it, I won't hide it from you. The situation is like this now. If you know what's good for you, bring that old bastard back quickly. Otherwise, be careful that grandpa will never forgive you in this life!"

Song Mian really wanted to yell at Song Jinyan and make this man shut up completely.

But she also knew very well that she couldn't be so impulsive now.

So, she took a deep breath and said to Song Jinyan in a very tired tone: "Song Jinyan, I am really tired now. I will give you 300,000 yuan, and you will let me and grandma go."

Song Jinyan on the other end of the phone became even more arrogant after hearing this. He sneered at Song Mian and said, "Song Mian, now you know how powerful your family is, right? Hahaha, fine, we can let you and that old man go. But 300,000 yuan can only buy the freedom of one person. In addition to giving me 300,000 yuan, you also have to withdraw the 300,000 yuan from that old man's bank card and give it to me!"

Seeing that Song Jinyan had hit the point, Song Mian deliberately hesitated for a moment before saying, "Of course, I can, but I have to go and withdraw the money myself, and then take away grandma's bank card. Otherwise, I'm worried that you will cause trouble in the future."

"Haha, do whatever you want. But Song Mian, don't blame me for not reminding you. You'd better not let other people know about this. Otherwise, you may be able to bear it, but grandma may not be able to bear it. We have plenty of ways!" Song Jinyan hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Soon, Song Jinyan sent him the time and address for the evening meeting, and Song Mian's eyes became colder and colder.

In fact, she hesitated at first not because she was indecisive, but because she was worried that her grandmother would be sad because of her actions.

But now it seems that her hesitation has given these people the capital to be arrogant.

In that case, she no longer hesitated.

Thinking of this, Song Mian found Qi Yefeng's number and called him.

Qi Yefeng on the other end of the phone seemed very happy after receiving Song Mian's call, and said excitedly: "Miss Song, why are you looking for me at this time?"

Song Mian said politely, "Mr. Qi, are you free tonight? I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Qi Yefeng agreed immediately, then listened to Song Mian explain the whole cause and effect of the matter, and continued to discuss the next details with Song Mian.

That night, Song Mian hung a sign at the door of the funeral clothing store saying it was closed, then put on a black windbreaker and walked out of the house.

Wearing a baseball cap, Song Mian went to the bank first, withdrew 300,000 yuan in cash from his bank card, and put it in a black sports backpack.

After doing all this, Song Mian deliberately walked to several places with surveillance cameras, and then slowly came to the place where he had agreed to meet with Song Jinyan.

This was a dim alley. When Song Mian arrived, he discovered that not only Song Jinyan was there, but Song Yuan was also there.

After seeing Song Mian, Song Yuan waved to her proudly: "Isn't this my dear sister? I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

Song Mian had no expression on his face. He threw the backpack in front of the two people and said, "This is the 300,000 yuan I promised you. Please count it."

Seeing that Song Jinyan had taken out a money detector light from his pocket, Song Mian's eyes were almost filled with disgust.

Song Yuan and Song Jinyan checked the three hundred thousand together.

After checking and confirming that there was indeed no problem with the money, Song Jinyan looked Song Mian up and down with malicious eyes and sneered: "Song Mian, we really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to make so much money by relying on ghosts."

Song Mian's originally calm expression suddenly became nervous after hearing what Song Jinyan said: "What do you mean by this? I don't understand."

"Okay, okay, if you don't understand, then you don't understand. Song Mian, this is Zhang Guiying's bank card. Go and withdraw the 300,000 yuan from it, and then bring the money over to us." Song Jinyan said, throwing the empty schoolbag on his back to Song Mian.