I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The new site of the city's central hospital.

Correct.

It's right next to the train station.

Was Zhang Zhongquan's initial choice of Greenland Phase II really just based on his cousin Jiang Huazi's suggestion?

No.

He is clearly a person with strong opinions.

What he valued was the supporting facilities around the train station. In addition to the central hospital, the best junior high and high schools in Shacheng had moved to the vicinity.

In a way, he got what he wanted.

Although they couldn't move into the house, they did manage to occupy the new site of the Central Hospital.

When the Fang family rushed out of the elevator after hearing the news, they saw Hong Ou smoking alone by the window at the end of the corridor.

Upon seeing this scene, Fang Weiguo's heart sank.

He thought the other person had already quit smoking.

"Uncle."

That's right.

Jiang Chen also arrived under the stars and moon.

Lost in thought, Hong Ou turned around, quickly threw her cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out, then came over to greet him.

"Brother Fang, Sister Pan, Qingqing, Xiaochen..."

"All right."

This was not the time for pleasantries; Pan Hui quickly asked, "How is the situation?"

Logically speaking, according to traditional etiquette, one should bring something when coming to the hospital, but they came empty-handed in a hurry and didn't have time to.

Hong Ou paused for a moment, then sighed, "Not very optimistic."

How serious is it?

Fang Weiguo said in a deep voice.

Hong Ou glanced down the corridor and said slowly, "He's still in the ICU. He just had emergency surgery. The doctor said he had a lot of bleeding and his brain nerves and brainstem were damaged to varying degrees. He needs to be mentally prepared. Even if he pulls through, he may be left with long-term sequelae."

Hong Ou's words were not loud, but they sounded like a heavy hammer in the quiet corridor, making the already gloomy atmosphere of the hospital even more oppressive.

Cerebral hemorrhage is arguably the most serious complication of hypertension, if not the most serious.

Language impairment, hemiplegia, and even vegetative state... these are all possible consequences.

In other words.

Even if a person manages to escape death, the days that follow will likely be worse than death.

"Ugh."

Fang Weiguo sighed deeply.

Against the cold white walls of the hospital, those grudges and grievances seemed utterly insignificant.

"how so."

Pan Hui looked sad.

Kind people are like that.

Even if you hate someone or dislike someone, you wouldn't curse them to suffer a terrible misfortune.

"Could it be that being arrested caused him to have such emotional ups and downs?"

Fang Weiguo speculated.

Hong Ou shook her head. "I'm not quite sure either."

"Dad, Mom, let's go to the ICU."

Fang Qing spoke.

"Mm." Fang Weiguo nodded.

"Let's go."

Hong Ou led the way.

Family members were definitely not allowed to enter the ICU; they could only stay outside, about 20 or 30 meters away. Their heartbreaking cries reached everyone's ears.

Mai Encui sat in the chair, wailing loudly. Jiang Huazi, who was beside her, was completely unable to comfort her and was at a loss.

Pan Hui hurriedly ran over.

"Sister Pan."

Jiang Huazi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why is my life so miserable..."

Mai Encui beat her chest and stamped her feet, sobbing uncontrollably. The hospital was a place where silence was required, and perhaps because she was so grief-stricken, the nurses couldn't bear to stop her.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, whose development was far beyond that of his peers, sat blankly in the second row of chairs. He was just not good at academics, not mentally disabled. He must have roughly understood what had happened. He would occasionally look at the closed doors of the ICU, his chubby face filled with helplessness and a hint of fear.

The father's collapse might not be fully understood by a primary school student, but they can certainly sense that it is more important than not having eaten dinner tonight.

Normally, he would have been hungry by now.

The men could only stand silently by, watching Pan Hui and Jiang Huazi try their best to comfort her.

"Enchyu, Enchyu, don't scare yourself. Maybe Chung-Chuan will get better."

Mai Encui cried so hard she could barely breathe, clutching her chest, and even began to show signs of suffocation. This kind of excessive physical reaction to grief cannot be faked.

At this moment, the word "husband and wife" became tangible.

Zhang Zhongquan was a bit lazy and idle for a long time, but at least he didn't indulge in drinking, gambling, whoring, or settling his private affairs with Greenland. He also withdrew the money and gave it all to his wife as soon as possible. At most, he only bought some high-end fruits that he wouldn't normally buy. And who ended up eating most of those fruits?

Wife and children.

He was given a villa that was big enough to live comfortably for a lifetime, and he didn't hide it. He openly called his wife over to share the surprise. Would some men be so honest?

There's a high chance he'll secretly keep quiet, try to get a divorce as soon as possible, kick his shrewish, fat wife out of the house, and then move on to a new love.

With a villa worth tens of millions under his name, what kind of woman can't he find?

and so.

Zhang Zhongquan's selfishness is directed at outsiders; he is exceptionally loyal to his own small family, even more so than most men in the world.

Doesn't Maintree know?
Of course she knows.

Otherwise, why would they only argue but never separate after all these years?

Mai Encui's emotional reaction touched Fang Qing. Being in this industry, she had witnessed many couples who were sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams. Some couples treated their partner as an adversary and schemed against each other. They were not thinking about how to make their lives better, but rather how to maximize their own interests if something unexpected happened.

Of course.

Perhaps it's because the Zhang family has no assets to divide?
Unable to bear witnessing this tragic scene, Fang Weiguo glanced sideways, looked around, and whispered to Hong Ou, "Where are the police?"

"I didn't see it when I came."

Fang Weiguo frowned, puzzled. "Zhang Zhongquan is still a suspect in an extortion case. Aren't the police keeping an eye on him?"

Hong Ou paused for a moment, then looked towards the ICU.

"Brother Fang, do you think Zhang Zhongquan can still escape?"

Fang Weiguo was speechless, somewhat embarrassed.

"But...the incident happened at the police station, are they just going to ignore it like this?"

"You'd have to ask Maintree."

Hong Ou said in a low voice.

Fang Weiguo looked again at the distraught Mai Encui, sighed again, and fell silent.

It's clearly not the right time to talk about anything else.

We can't rub salt into the wound anymore.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

Fang Qing moved closer to the boy sitting behind his mother.

She's not old, but she's quite big. If she stood up, she'd probably be about the same height as her, and her weight would be even greater.

"Your name is Xiaoqiang, right?"

She sat down next to the boy.

The boy turned around in confusion, then nodded blankly.

Fang Qing smiled slightly, "Do you recognize me?"

The boy shook his head blankly.

Fang Qing then looked at the person standing with her father, who seemed to be lost in thought, and pointed at him, "Do you know him?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang—no, more accurately, Zhang Xiaopang—followed him and, almost without hesitation, immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"He's your brother, don't you recognize him?"

"elder brother?"

Zhang Xiaopang's eyes widened, looking even more bewildered.

Fatty's skin looks so good, and it's even fair. Fang Qing wanted to pinch his chubby cheeks, but she held back when she thought about what his family had gone through.

"You two must have been apart for so long that you forgot. Go and say hello to your brother."

Zhang Xiaopang shook his head like a drumbeat.

"Cuckoo..."

A strange sound suddenly rang out.

Fang Qing's gaze shifted downwards to his round belly, and she whispered, "Didn't you eat dinner?"

"Ah."

Zhang Xiaopang finally responded, no longer just nodding or shaking his head; his simple words were tinged with grievance.

For an overweight person, especially a child, there is nothing more painful than hunger.

"Will your sister take you to find something to eat?"

Zhang Xiaopang's dull eyes finally brightened, a sudden gleam flashing across them, but upon hearing his mother's cries ahead, they quickly dimmed again, and he hesitated.

"It's okay. Your mother will be fine. So many people are with her."

Fang Qing pulled Zhang Xiaopang to his feet and they walked out of the rest area.

“This child hasn’t eaten. Let’s take him outside to buy some food.”

"Yes, go ahead, don't let the child go hungry."

Fang Weiguo said sympathetically.

Hospitals are not places to spend a lot of time, especially for children.

but.

There is no way.

You can't just leave your child home alone.

and.

When she received the notification, Maynetri probably also wondered if it would be the last time she saw him.

Jiang Chen nodded, and together with Fang Qing, led Zhang Xiaopang, who should have been his cousin, out of the hospital building and out of the hospital.

The area outside the hospital was quite lively, with many vendors and customers, almost all of whom were relatives and friends of the patients.

The warmth and vibrancy of the local community diluted the chilly atmosphere that emanated from the hospital.

"What to eat?"

Fang Qing asked.

"Stir-fried rice noodles!"

Zhang Xiaopang excitedly pointed to a stall.

The three of them walked over.

"Are you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm a little hungry."

"Didn't you eat at home?"

"You've eaten. Don't you think it smells delicious?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"We'll share one bowl."

Without waiting for a reply, Fang Qing said to the shop owner, "Boss, two bowls of fried rice noodles, slightly spicy, with ham sausage."

"Sister, I'd like to add two more."

Zhang Xiaopang said timidly.

Fang Qing smiled and said, "Boss, add two sausages to both bowls!"

"Okay. You can sit in the back. This portion is yours once it's finished cooking."

There were also a few small tables and chairs set up behind the stall, which was quite convenient for the people.

"What else do you want to eat?"

Fang Qing asked considerately, not for any other reason than that the little fat boy hadn't called her "auntie".

Zhang Xiaopang looked around aimlessly, "Skewers, I want to eat cold skewers too."

"Did your mother let you eat so much?" Boss Jiang finally couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Xiaopang immediately shut his mouth, and looked at Boss Jiang with a hint of fear in his eyes. Indeed, compared to Qing Gege, the stern-faced man was far too unapproachable.

"A bowl of noodles doesn't have much. I'll go buy you some."

Fang Qing left.

The two brothers were left staring at each other, wide-eyed.

Zhang Xiaopang quickly lowered his head, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

Fatty doesn't seem to have much courage.

Jiang Chen found a table behind the rice noodle stall, pulled out a small chair, and sat down.

Zhang Xiaopang stood to the side, fidgeting, probably not out of embarrassment, but rather out of fear of his "cousin".

Jiang Chen finally couldn't help but laugh.

“Do I look scary?”

really weird.

It's clear that Princess Qing is the truly cunning one.

Kids are so easy to fool.

Zhang Xiaopang remained silent and looked down at the ground.

Jiang Chen simply put on a stern face.

"sit."

Zhang Xiaopang shuddered, feeling wronged and aggrieved. Not daring to resist someone's tyranny, he could only reluctantly sit down next to the moon chair.

"Squeak..."

The inferior moon chair groaned in pain.

"You're so young and you've already grown so big. You still can't control your eating. When you get to my age, all sorts of diseases will come knocking on your door."

After sitting down, Zhang Xiaopang, who had been standing silently with his head down, still kept his head down, as if the intimidating person in front of him no longer existed.

Jiang, who was being ignored by Hua Lili, was both annoyed and amused. "Didn't you hear me talking to you? What grade are you in? Didn't your teacher teach you how to respect people?"

If he knew the other person's grades, he probably wouldn't have asked that question.

"What are you doing."

Fang Qing came back with a bucket of cold skewers in her hand. She pulled out a chair, sat down, and placed the skewers in front of Zhang Xiaopang. "Are you hungry? Eat first and fill your stomach."

Zhang Xiaopang looked up, clearly eager to reach out, but for some reason glanced at someone next to him and then slowly withdrew his hand.

What does it mean to command respect without anger?
This is living proof.

Only fat people know just how difficult it is to control the urge to eat.

Fang Qing smiled in surprise, then picked up a skewer herself, saying, "If you're not going to eat it, I will."

Zhang Xiaopang swallowed hard as he watched, and the rumbling sound in his stomach returned.

Fang Qing lightly kicked him, "Alright, I bought all vegetarian food, it won't make him gain weight. Are you worried he won't be able to lose weight later?"

Yes.

The father was admitted to the ICU, and even if he came out, he would most likely become a disabled person. From that night on, the child's life was turned upside down.

Jiang Chen picked up a string of potatoes and handed it to Zhang Xiaopang.

Zhang Xiaopang tentatively reached out, mustering his courage like a cautious squirrel. As soon as he slowly touched the skewer, he immediately grabbed it and pulled it back.

Fang Qing asked curiously, "Could this be the suppression of bloodline?"

Zhang Xiaopang was already happily devouring a skewer of potatoes. The way the fat man ate was truly infectious, making onlookers' appetites increase and their mouths water.

"Slow down, no one's going to steal it from you."

Zhang Xiaopang devoured a string of potato chips in no time, licking his lips as he looked longingly at Boss Jiang.

Mr. Jiang maintained a haughty demeanor and spoke sparingly, simply saying, "Eat."

Zhang Xiaopang immediately abandoned all restraint and grabbed the cold skewers, wolfing them down.

"Two bowls of rice noodles are ready."

Mr. Jiang got up, went to get his noodles, and paid the bill as he went, showing great awareness.

"Give."

Fang Qing handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Jiang Chen didn't stand on ceremony, "I'll go get another bowl."

"It's okay, you eat first and then I'll eat."

"..."

That's so embarrassing.

Mr. Jiang, being a gentleman, pushed the rice noodles over, saying, "You eat first."

Zhang Xiaopang, enjoying a bowl of rice noodles all to himself, had no worries about who should eat first. He broke open his chopsticks and started showing off, as if this eight-yuan bowl of stir-fried rice noodles, which cost just over ten yuan with two sausages, was the ultimate delicacy in the world. He ate one chopstick after another, feeling extremely satisfied.

Fang Qing tossed her hair; her long, straight black hair was indeed very beautiful, dignified yet full of youthful energy, but... it was a little inconvenient to eat.

"Should we bring some food up with us?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"None of them should be able to eat it."

Children's world is ultimately simpler and purer than that of adults.

After taking a few bites, Fang Qing pushed the rice noodles over and praised, "The taste is quite good."

Actually, I'm not hungry.

Fang Qing stared wide-eyed.

"eat!"

Someone obediently picked up their chopsticks.

Fang Qing glanced at Zhang Xiaopang, who was completely absorbed in the street food, and said softly, "Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"of course not."

"Can you please be serious?"

Fang Qing rested her chin on her hand, her eyes showing contemplation. "The inspection team is right here in Shacheng. Are they really that audacious? It doesn't make sense."

Mr. Jiang calmly ate his noodles. “Logic is often found in works of art. As a legal professional, you should know very well that there isn’t much logic in reality.”

Fang Qing couldn't refute it and wholeheartedly agreed.

Only in a world created by humans is there such an obsession with "rationality," to the point of nitpicking, believing that if there are any illogical points, then the story is too absurd and unrealistic.

But everyone is the protagonist of the real world.

So, is this real world really reasonable?
On the contrary, they are the most unreasonable.

"This world is indeed insane."

Fang Qing couldn't help but recall a news story her parents had told her when she was a child. In a certain special economic zone, when an inspection team came down to check, local illegal organizations set fire to resist them.

That's right.

They set a fire.

If this were in a novel, it would definitely be bombarded with criticism from readers, who would say it insults their intelligence.

Of course, no author would write it like that, because it's just too illogical.

But this is reality.

One fire burned away the entire city's fortune.

That's why life is so absurd; things you can't even see in novels can happen openly in reality.

Jiang Chen pushed the fried noodles back over.

"Aren't you going to eat the ham sausage?"

Fang Qing asked, puzzled.

Jiang Chen shook his head.

Fang Qing ignored him and picked up a piece of sausage that she had deliberately left uncut, saying, "It's so delicious."

Jiang Chen watched silently.

After helping Zhang Xiaopang fill his stomach, the three of them went back into the hospital.

Mai Encui's emotions finally calmed down a bit, and she was no longer as out of control as before, but her eyes were extremely red and swollen, and she must still feel like she was being stabbed in the heart.

"Go and keep your mother company."

Fang Qing gestured for Zhang Xiaopang to go to his mother's side.

“When the police called Mai Encui, Zhang Zhongquan had already been taken into the operating room.”

Pan Hui and Jiang Huazi were still comforting Mai Encui.

Fang Weiguo whispered to the two children.

"They only called after he was in the operating room? Shouldn't they have notified his family immediately after discovering he was ill?"

Fang Qing frowned slightly.

"They're probably afraid of taking responsibility."

"Their failure to report and their delay in informing others constitute serious dereliction of duty."

Seeing his daughter say this, Fang Weiguo nodded and revealed his true thoughts.

"I think there's something strange about this. Zhang Zhongquan just went in and immediately fell ill, and it was so serious. What a coincidence!"

The more Fang Weiguo talked, the more he felt there was a major conspiracy involved.

"Moreover, Zhang Zhongquan was deliberately set up and arrested. Were those people not satisfied and wanted to kill him to silence him?"

In the end, even Fang Weiguo himself felt a jolt.

"Brother Fang, you need to provide evidence to support your claims."

Hong Ou, who was standing nearby, immediately reminded him. As a businessman, he knew better than anyone what it meant to be careful with his words and what trouble could come from careless talk. Moreover, Fang Weiguo's words were not directed at ordinary people.

It's insignificant for ordinary people to hurl insults at each other, but there are plenty of shrewish women yelling in the streets.

But "insubordination" is a different story.

Once you're labeled "picking quarrels and provoking trouble," you're in deep trouble. You'll at least have to stay in jail for a few days to experience Zhang Zhongquan's "pleasure." Are you afraid you'll go in standing up and come out lying down?

"What evidence do they need? They only notified the family when the patient had to undergo surgery and face the risk of death. And look, we haven't seen a single person yet. Isn't that just a guilty conscience?"

"thump!"

Suddenly, Mai Encui pushed aside Pan Hui and Jiang Huazi, who were trying to persuade her, and knelt down in front of Jiang Chen twice in one day, right in front of everyone.

"He must have been murdered!"

Mai Encui's voice was hoarse, choked with exhaustion, "Please, Jiang Chen. We admit they framed us, but why won't they even leave us a way out? I went there this afternoon, but they blocked me and wouldn't let me see them, and now this happened to me..."

Mai Encui burst into tears again, her bitter tears dripping onto the cold tiles.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Even the passing nurses were slightly moved.

During the day, Mai Encui knelt down and no one paid any attention, but at this moment, Fang Weiguo bent down and offered to help her up.

"We need to find out exactly what happened. Get up first..."

"Brother Fang!"

Maindry pushed his hand away.

“This is what I deserve, no need to pull me. If we weren’t so selfish and only caring about ourselves, none of this would have happened.”

As she spoke, Mai Encui pointed her arm back towards the ICU door.

"This is retribution. But what about the truly wicked? We only think of ourselves, we are self-centered, but we never thought of harming anyone. But what about those who harmed us like this? We have been punished, but what about them? What about their punishment? Shouldn't they also be punished?"

Fang Weiguo remained silent, his expression complex, and could only silently withdraw his hand.

"Xiaoqiang! Xiaoqiang!"

Suddenly, Maindry called for her son.

"Come here! Kneel before your brother!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had just finished eating and drinking, walked over slowly in a daze, and was then pulled to his knees by Mai Encui.

"The doctor said that even if he has a strong enough will and survives the ICU, there's a high chance he'll lose his ability to move independently, and there's a possibility he'll become a living dead. Jiang Chen, his father and I are so sorry, but Xiao Qiang is innocent, he's still so young..."

Mai Encui wiped away her tears haphazardly and pressed her son's head down.

"We kowtow to our brother. We beg him to help us."

Zhang Xiaoqiang was forced to lower his head, his hands resting on the tiles that had witnessed countless tragedies.

Fang Qing looked at the man who hadn't said a word the whole time.

"Boom."

Zhang Xiaopang's forehead touched the cold tiles, and then his mother pressed down on it a second time.

For some reason, perhaps because his forehead hurt, tears began to well up in Zhang Xiaopang's eyes, falling to the ground with each upward and downward movement of his head.

"If all you want is justice."

In the somber atmosphere, the gazes of several elders lifted from the kneeling mother and child.

"I'll give it to you." (End of Chapter)