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Chapter 154 Surrender
"Have you made up your mind? In fact, why bother doing this?" Sun Feifei was at a loss. She could no longer control the outcome of this matter.

When you are in a situation, you are always a little unaware, but Yang Xiaolan's blow made her suddenly realize that Zhang Wufeng is gone, this person she cannot control. Even if she keeps Yang Xiaolan by her side, she cannot change this fact.

Suddenly, Sun Feifei felt a little tired, tired mentally.

"I have already decided. I thought a lot while I was unconscious, and in the end I realized that he has always understood me, but I don't understand him at all. I have always rejected the things he likes. I have always poured cold water on the things he is passionate about. Now, I just want to calm myself down. Beautiful people have beautiful ways of living, and ugly people have ugly ways of living."

Yang Xiaolan said softly.

Her words sounded more like a dream talk, but they deeply touched people's hearts.

"I can't promise you this, but no matter what you look like, my company welcomes you." Sun Feifei gave up her calculations and said sincerely.

Suddenly, she felt that she and this woman had a sense of sympathy. Inexplicably, a kind of emptiness that she had never experienced before arose in her heart. The sentimentality that did not belong to her but to women seemed to have come inexplicably.

She suppressed the throbbing in her heart and sighed softly.

"Thank you, I still like you the way you are now. When something belongs to you, Miss Sun, you should cherish it! In fact, if possible, you should fight for it. You have fallen into it and cannot extricate yourself." Yang Xiaolan said softly.

After waking up, her indifference and calmness made even Sun Feifei feel palpitating and inferior to her.

Hardships make a person mature, but Yang Xiaolan's changes have exceeded Sun Feifei's expectations.

At this time, Sun Feifei nodded with some understanding, keeping these words in her heart, but not putting them deep in her soul.

Yang Xiaolan seemed to have sensed something, but she just sighed slightly and said nothing more.

Some things will never penetrate deeply into your soul unless you experience them personally. Even if others say thousands of words to you, you just cannot understand them. This has nothing to do with whether a person is smart or not.

Yang Xiaolan understood, but Sun Feifei didn't. However, it was no longer possible for Yang Xiaolan to explain it to her bit by bit. She had already said everything that needed to be said.

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Driving a Hummer, with Asan's "Leaf" playing in the car for some unknown reason, Zhang Wufeng felt very calm.

After leaving the Sun family villa, he felt relieved. Without the intrigues and calculations, he felt truly liberated.

This woman, Sun Feifei, can make a superman like him feel liberated. Her power is truly amazing.

Listening to Ye Zi's song again, he did not feel sad, but only comfortable and relaxed. It seems that the mood is different, and the emotions expressed in the song are also different.

The Hummer drove directly to the Lijiang Advertising Company. As soon as the car stopped, a middle-aged man with a hearty smile was already standing at the door. This man was Fang Weiming.

Fang Weiming also had a relieved smile on his face. His hair had already turned largely white, and his face looked so weathered that it was frightening.

"Xiao Zhang, you're here!" Fang Weiming said enthusiastically. For the first time, Zhang Wufeng heard gratitude, excitement and relief in his tone.

"Is it that Old Fang doesn't know how to restrain himself, or have I become stronger? Can I already sense Fang Weiming's mentality?" Zhang Wufeng's thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he realized that he had become stronger.

"Well, here I am. I have to find you, Lao Fang, to reminisce about the past. Good trick, Lao Fang!" Zhang Wufeng smiled jokingly.

"Xiao Zhang, this is my fault, Lao Fang. I won't explain much. Now that you are back, the Jade King must be almost at the end of his life. No matter whether he lives or dies, my life will be yours from now on!" Lao Fang said in a calm and serious tone.

"No, I can't afford it. You'd better forget it. I can't afford to offend you strong men who can plan and win battles thousands of miles away. I will have nightmares if I am around you!" Zhang Wufeng said with a grin, leaning against the door of the Hummer, resting his legs and squinting his eyes.

He looked like a little gangster.

Zhang Wufeng doesn't care what others say at this moment. He just does whatever makes him comfortable and doesn't need to look at other people's faces. It feels so good!

"Xiao Zhang, I know this matter makes you very disgusted, but what I said is from the heart. People like us Feng Shui masters have always had difficulty making friends, but I really do treat you as a brother and a friend. This incident is the end..." Fang Weiming said ashamedly.

Zhang Wufeng looked at his white hair and felt his sincerity from the bottom of his heart. He finally understood why Sun Feifei agreed to this so-called Shi En trip.

Indeed, according to Sun Feifei, these are matters that benefit both others and oneself, and are in line with the so-called "interests".

"I plan to go back to my hometown for a while. If I really want to start a career in the future, I will find you then!" Zhang Wufeng said calmly. "Okay! Then I, Fang Weiming, will leave my life to you!" Fang Weiming said very generously, with such a resounding tone, as if he had met his master again!
Although Fang Weiming had also planned it, this old man's words were trustworthy! Without this knot in his heart, Fang Weiming was indeed a person worth making friends with.

"Is Su Ru here? I want to talk to her for a while and have lunch together. I will go home in the afternoon." Zhang Wufeng stopped talking about this topic and mentioned Su Ru instead.

Only when facing Su Ru did Zhang Wufeng realize that he could let go of many things.

This girl, who is as plain as water, can make his heart peaceful.

"Su Ru is now the director of the advertising department. She went to the advertising design department in the city center for training." Fang Weiming replied respectfully.

"Well, isn't that director Ye Xiaohui?" He had a very deep memory of this rural girl who loved to blush when she was laughed at by the bespectacled man Chen Dengke for singing "The Love of the Boatman". At that time, when Ye Xiaohui sang Asan's "Loneliness is Singing", her voice was very pessimistic. At that time, he also asked Su Ru why this gentle girl was so pessimistic... Now he naturally remembered this matter, so he asked in surprise.

Because this job is so good, job hopping or quitting is unlikely to happen.

"Sigh, speaking of this person, I don't know what to say. When you went to Tengning, her family was hit by a flood, the house collapsed, and her parents were also in trouble. Her sister has been lying in the Xinhe Hospital. She has late-stage renal failure and metastatic myocardial calcification. Oh, it's difficult!"

Fang Weiming's words made Zhang Wufeng a little stunned, and he immediately thought of the time when his father was in the hospital.

Myocardial calcification, myocardial calcification, this thing again...

"I heard from Dean Gu that you have unparalleled medical skills. Can you help her? Ye Xi is only 15 years old, a flower-like age..." Fang Weiming said with emotion and pleading.

"Take me to see her." Zhang Wufeng pondered for a moment and nodded.

Although she had only met Ye Xiaohui once, Su Ru felt that they were like sisters. He was originally planning to go home and study the Book of Changes and the Qing Nang Sutra in detail. If he could help, he would certainly help.

Fang Weiming just nodded gratefully and got on Zhang Wufeng's Hummer.

Zhang Wufeng drove to Xinhe Hospital and saw the emaciated young girl who was receiving an IV drip in bed 10 of Ward 3 on the th floor.

Fifteen years old, with a sallow face, sunken eye sockets, hair like dead grass, and a body so thin that she was skin and bones... This was Ye Xiaohui's sister Ye Xi.

The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, and an inexplicable feeling of sadness spread in Zhang Wufeng's heart.

Ye Xiaohui fell asleep at the head of the bed. Even though her eyes were peacefully closed, they were still red and swollen, and the traces of tears on her face had not yet dried.

"Uncle Fang." As if sensing someone coming, Ye Xi moved his head with difficulty and then called out softly.

The voice was hoarse, choked, pale and weak.

Fang Weiming nodded but didn't speak loudly for fear of waking up Ye Xiaohui who was sleeping.

Zhang Wufeng also walked over silently. Beside the white sheets in the ward, there were three beautiful and cute dolls. Among them, the big one was Mei Yangyang, with a shy smile on her face. Isn’t this the Mei Yangyang doll that he gave to Su Ru, the one that Su Ru liked the most?

At the head of the bed, there were a few shriveled steamed buns and a well-used plastic bottle of orange juice that had even lost its label. It was filled with tap water.

"Ah, Mr. Fang, you are here to see Xiaoxi again. I fell asleep just now. How rude of you." Ye Xiaohui was awakened suddenly and stood up quickly, but staggered. She hurriedly smoothed her bangs and said apologetically with bloodshot eyes.

"Xiaohui, don't be polite with me. I brought you a doctor with high medical skills. Xiaoxi should be able to be saved." Fang Weiming said kindly.

"Patient No. 10 in Room 3, go to the service desk to pay." A woman in a pink nurse uniform and a nurse cap pushed open the door and said loudly, then closed the door and left.

At this time, Fang Weiming immediately said to Ye Xiaohui: "Xiaohui, Zhang Wufeng is the doctor I mentioned. Tell him about your sister's condition first and let him think of a solution. I'll be out first." Fang Weiming said, and without waiting for Ye Xiaohui to say more, he had already walked out.

Obviously, he went to pay the money again.

Logically speaking, based on Zhang Wufeng's understanding, the amount of money that Lao Fang paid in one go should not be small, and Ye Xiaohui should have some savings herself. The sudden and unexpected lack of balance can only mean that Ye Xi's illness is a very expensive but not necessarily curable disease.

"Brother Zhang, are you a doctor?" Ye Xiaohui asked hopefully with tears in her eyes.

Those swollen and bloodshot eyes, that pale face, those messy hair, Ye Xiaohui at this time, that kind of haggardness, all made people feel irresistible pity.
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I am begging for monthly tickets and subscriptions. . . .

(End of this chapter)