Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

The biggest reason why Song Jianping is doing so well is that he knows how to get along with people.

"Thank you, Dad. Be careful on your way back. I'll try to come see you this weekend."

Song Lingge accepted the money without any hesitation.

Song Jianping did not refuse, but added a word of advice: "Remember to call before you come."

Song Lingge's smile widened.

"Okay, I remember! Goodbye, Dad."

Goodbye, Uncle Song!

Song Jianping waved to the two girls and then hurriedly left the hospital.

"Your dad is so good!" Yu Shaofen exclaimed sincerely.

"Is that so?" Song Lingge remained noncommittal, but a deep, unyielding sadness welled up in her eyes.

But it was fleeting.

She took Yu Shaofen's arm and walked towards the dental department.

How is Xiuxiu?

"I'm feeling much better now. I'm sitting over there resting. I just need to find you so I can go back to school."

Sure enough, as soon as you turn the corner, you see Zhang Xiuxiu resting on a chair in the corridor, her face in her hands, looking around from time to time.

Upon seeing Song Lingge and the others, they ran over.

Zhang Xiuxiu held her face in her hands and muttered, "Lingge, where did you go? We've been waiting for you for ages."

Song Lingge smiled and reached out to remove Zhang Xiuxiu's hand so she could see what was wrong with her face, but Zhang Xiuxiu wouldn't let her.

"Didn't you already see the doctor? Why are you still holding your face? Does it still hurt?"

Zhang Xiuxiu blushed with embarrassment.

Yu Shaofen answered for her: "Her face is a little swollen now, and she feels embarrassed, so she keeps holding her face."

To be fair, Zhang Xiuxiu is also a young woman who loves beauty.

Song Lingge patted her handbag and said with a smile, "My dad gave me a sponsorship fee and asked me to treat you to dinner tonight. How about we let Xiuxiu, this beautiful patient, decide what to eat tonight?"

Zhang Xiuxiu's eyes widened in surprise as she asked, "You met your father?"

"It's a long story, I'll tell you in the car later!"

So, the three of them were about to leave the hospital.

Just as she was about to leave, Song Lingge seemed to remember something and said to Yu Shaofen and Zhang Xiuxiu, "You'll have to wait for me a little while. I have an acquaintance at the hospital, and I need to go say goodbye to her."

"Go ahead, but we'll wait for you outside the dental clinic; there are fewer people there."

Song Lingge nodded and immediately headed towards the third floor.

Both out of courtesy and reason, he should have said goodbye to Tang Shuxin before leaving.

When I arrived, there wasn't many people around, and Tang Shuxin was writing something at her desk.

Song Lingge knocked on the open door, and Tang Shuxin said without looking up, "Come in."

When the patient didn't come in and sit down for a long time, Tang Shuxin looked up.

Upon seeing that it was Song Lingge, she stood up and pulled her to sit down on the small sofa next to her.

"Are you sure? Is it someone you know?"

Song Lingge nodded and added, "It was him, but he told me he was going there to get medicine for rheumatism."

“If he went to the fifth floor, that’s impossible. The fifth floor isn’t where you get your medication. The fifth floor only has the genetic counseling department, some storage rooms, and internal offices.”

Even without Tang Shuxin's confirmation, Song Lingge herself knew perfectly well why Song Jianping had gone there.

However, Tang Shuxin's words further confirmed this point.

“My roommates have finished seeing the doctor, and I’m going back to school with them now, so I thought I’d come and let you know.”

Tang Shuxin smiled knowingly.

Sometimes I think Song Lingge is very mature, but other times I think she is very innocent.

She was an experienced woman; she knew all about the subtle interactions between Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng.

If Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng were just ordinary classmates, Song Lingge wouldn't need to come and tell her specifically.

However, Tang Shuxin did not intend to point it out; she wanted to leave the matter to the parties involved.

When they want to make their relationship public, they will naturally do so; there's no need for me to gossip.

"Okay, then I won't keep you any longer. You can come over to my house to play when you have time. Zihan and Zichen always say that Sister Lingge hasn't come in a long time!"

Although she knew Tang Shuxin meant well, Song Lingge was still too embarrassed to go.

That's Qin Sihai's home.

Moreover, Qin Zihan and Qin Zichen, those two little devils, are no pushovers either.

When Qiao Nansheng isn't home, it's best to avoid it if possible!

"Okay, I'll be going now. Goodbye, Aunt Tang."

After saying goodbye to Tang Shuxin, Song Lingge walked to the corner between the third and second floors and found that the buckle on her little leather shoes had fallen off at some point.

Today, she was wearing a pleated skirt, and it wasn't very elegant for her to squat down on the stairs to fix her shoe buckles, so Song Lingge looked around and decided to go to the stairwell to take care of it.

The hospital stairwells were almost deserted, making them feel somewhat eerie.

In particular, Song Lingge, who had loved watching horror movies in her previous life, couldn't help but shudder when she thought of the hospital scenes.

She crouched down, intending to quickly fix the shoe buckle; she needed to leave this place as soon as possible—it was too eerie.

Even the occasional breeze felt eerie.

Although she knew it was purely psychological suggestion, she couldn't help but feel afraid in that environment.

Song Lingge could faintly hear conversations coming from downstairs.

This kind of plot often appears in TV dramas from my past life. Conversations in this kind of setting often lead to a lot of dramatic gossip.

Song Lingge's curiosity was piqued, so she tiptoed around quietly, wanting to hear what was being said.

So you're blaming me?

"What can I blame you for? Don't accuse me of things for no reason."

"You haven't called me once in the past few days, aren't you blaming me?"

......

It looks like a couple is arguing.

Song Lingge's interest was rather lukewarm; she didn't want to become a perverted eavesdropper.

"You caused her miscarriage, so I have to take care of her? I've been at the hospital these past few days, how could I have time to call you?"

The word "miscarriage" made Song Lingge think of something, so she patiently listened on.

Unfortunately, I was on a different floor from the person downstairs, so although I could hear the sounds, I couldn't make out the details.

Song Lingge had no choice but to press herself against the wall, trying her best to make out who was speaking.

"You married her behind my back, and then got her pregnant again and again. What am I supposed to do? What is Zizai supposed to do?"

"I'm already married to her, and she forced me. So what can I, as her husband, do?"

"What a coercive thing to do," Song Lingge scoffed. "What kind of shameless person would say something so shameless?"

“Fang Guanghua, don’t think that you can dump me just because you married her. You’ll never dump me and Zizai. This is what you owe us.”

The speaker wasn't even sure who it was, but the person's name just appeared out of nowhere.

Song Lingge heard it clearly: the people downstairs were Fang Guanghua and a certain woman.

If nothing unexpected happens, that woman must be Zhou Songmei.

Next, Fang Guanghua seemed to be comforting the woman, his voice growing softer and softer.

Song Lingge steeled her resolve and immediately ran up to the second floor.