Zhao Haiyang's decadent departure did not have the so-called tragedy of "a tiger falling into a flat sun and being bullied by a dog", nor did he leave half of the bold words "One day the dragon gets water", and he walked coldly and without any ripples at all.

After he left, the fat boss's wife invited two workers to clean the scene randomly, and the store continued to restore the traffic that had just been busy. Perhaps after today, no one mentioned the iron-blooded man who had been straight and had been smashed by life.

Dizang rubbed his forehead with emotion and sighed: "You're a bit cruel? This guy probably wants to kill two people now."

"Without the cold, there is no smell." Wei Wei smiled cynically, started the van, turned the front of the car and drove out of the market. At the same time, he whispered his lips: "Next stop, the hospital! I don't cry when I see a man."

More than an hour later, we followed Zhao Haiyang to Nanshan District Cancer Hospital.

This old stubborn and really talented woman is a talented person. The drive of more than 30 miles is dependent on the transportation of a broken small electric motorcycle. She obviously has a few hundred yuan in her pocket, but she is reluctant to take a taxi.

After arriving at the hospital, Zhao Haiyang first stopped his small electric motorcycle from a long distance, then took off his dirty hurdle vest and wiped the blood on his face and arms, and finally took out a clean dress from under the seat of the car and put it on, fiddled with his hair twice, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile before walking into the hospital with his head held high and his chest raised.

Seeing everything, I blew my cheeks and blew my breath and spoke to Wei Wei who was driving: "All virtues are the first priority. No matter how twisted this guy is, at least I know that I was so quick when I saw my old father and didn't make the elderly worry. This alone would be worthy of his hand."

"Well, I've recorded my brother." Wei Wei nodded his head sincerely.

After a cigarette, the three of us got out of the van. Wei Wei first went to a nearby supermarket to buy a few boxes of nutritious products. After that, he counted out a stack of money from his pocket and stuffed it into one of the gift boxes, and asked us to continue watching the show with him.

Wei Wei took us to a ward with ease. Through the transparent window on the door, I saw that there were people in the room. I was extremely familiar with these two people. One was Jiang Shan, who was also extremely axial, and the other was Wang Ying. At this time, two girls were holding the old man on the bed and the other was feeding the meal carefully. Zhao Haiyang stood up like a wooden stake and looked back and forth, his eyes full of incredible.

“Tu tuk…”

Seeing this scene, I looked at Wei Wei in confusion. The boy grinned his teeth, then knocked on the door symbolically twice, and walked straight in.

As we entered, the eyes of several people in the house were all on us, especially Zhao Haiyang biting his mouth and couldn't help but speak: "Why are you here?"

I stared at Wang Ying, and she also looked at me with a smile on her face. After a few seconds, we both lit each other's heads like the last time, and neither of us said anything.

"You are here Xiaowei?" The old man on the hospital bed waved to Wei Wei very familiarly.

"Uncle, how do you feel today?" Wei Wei ignored Zhao Haiyang's words at all, and naturally stuffed a few boxes of nutritional products under the bed, leaned over with concern and asked: "Just just now, you have been smoking secretly again? It's really not possible to continue like this. Didn't I give you an electronic cigarette yesterday?"

"It's out of power." The old man pointed to the bedside table next to him and responded with a kind look: "I won't fiddle with that kind of high-tech, either."

As he spoke, the old man urged Zhao Haiyang again: "Why are you standing there? Get a chair for the customer as soon as possible."

"Oh." Zhao Haiyang was stunned for a moment, and dullly picked up a few chairs from the side.

"Xiaohai, this is the kind-hearted child I mentioned to you this morning." After we all sat down, the old man was in a good mood. He sat up with Jiang Shan's support, leaned against the head of the bed, and pointed at Wei Wei with heavy breathing: "I finished the fluid yesterday, and I didn't even call the nurse to come. He just passed by and pulled the needle for me, otherwise I would definitely get blood back. I learned that I was hospitalized alone, and he had been with me for a long time. He also pushed a wheelchair to take me to the garden to bask in the sun. When he left, he also gave me an electronic cigarette. You have to thank him."

"Thank you..." Zhao Haiyang's lips squirmed and he spit out a word with great difficulty.

"What are you thanking me? They are all raised by my father's biological parents. My parents left early. I was ignorant in those two years and didn't leave me a chance to be filial." Wei Wei shook his head with a sincere expression, then grabbed the old man's thin palm and thrust: "So now, when I see an elderly man in need of help, I can't help it."

The old man patted the back of Wei Wei's hand, looked at Wang Ying and Jiang Shan, and asked Zhao Haiyang: "By the way, Xiaohai, I haven't heard you introduce these two girls yet. What does they have to do with you?"

"They..." Zhao Haiyang murmured, probably he himself didn't know how to introduce it.

"Uncle, my name is Jiang Shan, just call me Shan Shan." Jiang Shan smiled and said, "I am Brother Hai's colleague. Brother Hai takes good care of me and lends me some money. Today I am here to visit you and pay back the debt."

While speaking, Jiang Shan took out a bank card from her baby bag and placed it on the head of the bed. She smiled and said to Zhao Haiyang: "Brother Hai, I've given you all the 80,000 I owe you. Don't blame me for repaying the loan late."

"You...I..." Zhao Haiyang touched his forehead dryly, but still couldn't say a complete sentence.

"You are intent." The old man sighed deeply: "Xiaohai has been a stubborn person since he was a child. After his wife passed away, he devoted himself to work. Because he was too strong, he offended many people. Not to mention friends, even colleagues in the unit have a lot of opinions about him. Over the years, I have never heard of any good friends he has. You all come today, and I am so happy for him."

The old man's eyes turned red and his voice became hoarse: "Please take good care of him. I don't have much time left. I can't rest assured to see friends like you around him."

"Dad, why are you talking about this?" Zhao Haiyang frowned and leaned over, his nose twitched slightly: "Didn't the doctor say everything? It's just an ordinary stroke. If you take a good rest for a while, nothing will happen."

"Why are you fooling your father? Will you come to the oncology hospital for ordinary stroke? If you get a regular stroke, you will take Chinese medicine after you get a little drip every day? Every time I ask the doctor on duty, he is vague. Do you think I can't see it? I have been an old detective all my life, and you can't detect this clue. Then I'm really in vain." The old man shook his head freely and easily: "Son, I've seen through life and death. I'm a burden to you and me. The only thing I can't worry about now is your bad temper. You have to learn to be restrained and smooth, otherwise even if you have a strong job, you will be kicked out sooner or later."

"Dad, stop talking." Zhao Haiyang's lips trembled violently, and tears were already spinning in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, we all left the private room quietly.

In the corridor of the hospital, Dizang glanced at Jiang Shan not far away. Wang Ying was talking and laughing. He leaned into my ear and murmured: "This kid is becoming more and more like you, he is so nauseous and sinister, and he is a bit cold and cold like Xiaoyu. In his eyes, everyone can act as a prop. That stupid reporter and Xiaoying were probably fooled by him."

While talking, Wei Wei walked up to me with a cynical look on his face and said to me: "How is it, brother, are you doing it decent? I have been strolling around for opportunities since the first day Zhao Haiyang was hospitalized, and then contacted Jiang Shan and asked her to come here no matter what."

"That girl is a little chili, it's not that easy to follow people's mercy, right?" I asked curiously.

"She has a tough temper, but she is really kind. When she knew that because of her own exposure, Zhao Laojue was suspended from work and had to live with usury, she felt so guilty. After that, we raised 40,000 yuan by one." Wei Wei rubbed his cheeks and smacked his lips: "Well, Sister Ying played a big role here. Why don't you go back and have a meal with her alone?"

"I'm going to have an appointment with your sister, don't always think about me." I curled my lips and laughed: "I think that little pepper is quite compatible with you."

"Bad, I can't stop her, the master who always exposes her ancestors' 18 generations." Wei Wei shook his head like a rattle: "Besides, we have no intersection. I just want to use her hand to fool Zhao Laojue into our camp. I have inquired about it. Zhao Laojue's resume and qualifications are not a problem. Not to mention becoming a master, the second master will definitely hold hands, but what is lacking is relationship and money. As long as his thoughts are completely changed, such a person can become our most loyal accomplice in Pengcheng."

"Bang!"

At this time, the ward door opened, and Zhao Haiyang walked out with a complicated look in his hand holding Jiang Shan’s bank card that had just "paid back"...
Chapter completed!