Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Soon, the three of them were walking one after the other. Qian Guiying was pushing a wheelchair with a person sitting in it with his head down, as if he was asleep.

When Aunt Qian found the ward and saw that there was no one there, her heart skipped a beat. She walked to the window and looked down, and saw a familiar figure at the hospital entrance.

Subconsciously, he opened the window and shouted, "Qian Guiying, where are you taking Zhengyang? Are you crazy? How can you believe what a charlatan says?!"

Qian Guiying subconsciously raised her head to take a look, frowned, turned around, helped her son into the car, got in the car herself and reported the address. As for Mrs. Qian, no one cared about her.

Watching the car drive away, Mrs. Qian stamped her feet in anger: "Ahhh, I'm so angry, this is going to be bad."

He turned around and prepared to chase after him, but almost bumped into the doctor on rounds at the door. The doctor glanced at the empty ward and subconsciously reached out to stop him.

"Wait, where are you going? Where's the patient? He hasn't even been discharged. Are you taking him away without permission?"

Mrs. Qian waved her hands repeatedly: "No, I didn't take the patient away, it was the patient's mother who went crazy and took him away. You should call the police and bring him back. Didn't you pay the medical expenses?"

"The medical expenses have been paid, but the discharge procedures have not yet been completed."

"This is crazy. Taking someone out of the hospital without permission. If anything gets hurt, who's responsible? We'll definitely call the police. Do you know where the patient went?"

The doctor was extremely anxious. This was the patient he was responsible for, and the discharge procedures had not been completed. If something happened, he would have no way to explain it.

Mrs. Qian was dizzy from being shaken, and nodded quickly: "I know, I know, they should have been taken back to the village. I, I will take you there right away, you quickly call the police."

Damn it, we must get that person back as soon as possible.

The two were extremely anxious, while Qian Guiying had already brought people to the village and came to the home of her son's childhood friend. She got out of the car and pushed the wheelchair in.

Xue Qiang was eating braised meat and drinking wine here, and his life was so comfortable. A year ago, thanks to that sucker, he got hundreds of thousands of dollars with the IOU and was very happy.

Alas, it’s a pity that I wasn’t brave enough at that time, otherwise I would have just written one million on the IOU. What’s wrong with making money? It’s just that I didn’t have enough brains.

It would be great if they could get a free deal. Anyway, Xue Zhengyang makes more money than he can spend, so just let them help him spend it. When I think of the so-called pride of the village, he is now like a living dead.

Haha, he felt happy. Let's see who will dare to say that Qiangzi is not ambitious. What's the point of striving for excellence? In the end, the money will just go to them.

The door was kicked open with a bang. Xue Qiang's hands trembled and he subconsciously raised his head to meet a pair of eyes full of hatred. Before he could react, he was knocked down by the person who rushed over.

Qian Guiying grabbed his collar and yelled with red eyes: "Qiangzi, you and my son Zhengyang grew up together as playmates. Tell me the truth, was it you who made Zhengyang become a vegetable?"

Xue Qiang was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and pretended to be pitiful: "Hey, Auntie, what are you talking about? I don't understand. Zhengyang fell on the back of his head on the way home."

"You can't blame us for this. He thought he was making a lot of money and wanted to take you to the big city to enjoy life. He wasn't too happy about it and insisted on drinking. He fell on the way home and ended up like this."

"I know you're sad, Auntie. I'm also sad when something like this happens, but it's just an accident. What can I do?"

As he said this, he pushed the person away fiercely with a faint smile on his face. His fearless look made Qian Guiying so angry that she grew furious.

Qian Guiying said with red eyes: "My son's affairs have something to do with you. You have done something immoral, and you will definitely suffer retribution in the future."

Xue Qiang sneered. The word "retribution" was just a little psychological comfort for the poor people. There was nothing they could do to them. Without evidence, it would be useless even if the police came.