After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Seeing that Lin Fan ignored her, Zhang Cuihua became even angrier. She rushed up to Lin Fan and pointed at him condescendingly.

"So that's why Qingqing suddenly fainted and ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night! It turns out you were behind this! Were you bothering her for money again? Let me tell you, Lin Fan, you're divorced. Stop using the child as an excuse!"

Su Ming also came over. Although he wasn't as domineering as Zhang Cuihua, his tone still carried a clear questioning tone:

"Xiao Fan, I'm not trying to be mean," Su Ming said, frowning.

"Qingqing is already exhausted from working at the company, and she's overwhelmed every day. Why are you bothering her in the middle of the night? You have to make a scene at the hospital and make our Su family a laughing stock. You've done a very disgraceful thing."

"Now that you're divorced, it's time to part amicably. If you ended up like that, it was because you two couldn't get along."

"You're running a small restaurant now, just live your own life. Why did you have to make such a scene in the middle of the night, driving Qingqing to faint and end up in the emergency room? What good did that do you?"

Lin Fan held Tuantuan firmly in his arms, picked up the stainless steel insulated bucket from the bench next to him with one hand, and slowly stood up.

He was a head taller than Zhang Cuihua and Su Ming, and the moment he stood up straight, he blocked most of the incandescent light overhead.

An invisible sense of oppression instantly enveloped them.

Zhang Cuihua subconsciously took a half step back, but immediately felt she had lost face, so she stiffened her neck and glared at him.

Looking at his former in-laws, whose faces were full of calculation and feigned respectability, Lin Fan had no intention of wasting words with them.

"I have hands and feet, I won't starve myself or my daughter, and I won't ask Su Qing for money."

Lin Fan said calmly, "As for what happened tonight, you can ask Su Qing yourself when she wakes up."

After saying that, Lin Fan didn't even glance at them again. He held his daughter firmly in his arms, strode across the emergency room, and walked into the cold winter night.

Watching Lin Fan's figure disappear completely into the night, Zhang Cuihua stomped her feet in anger.

"That ill-mannered brat! He doesn't even call us 'Mom' and 'Dad' anymore after the divorce! Look at the state he's in!"

Zhang Cuihua turned and glared at Xiao Li, who was standing to the side. "You're a good-for-nothing too. You just stood by and watched him leave like that?"

Xiao Li was utterly exhausted. She had been thoroughly tormented in the conference room all evening and no longer had the energy to argue.

"Old lady." Little Li sighed and pointed to the depths of the corridor.

"Let's go see President Su in the observation ward first."

Su Ming also felt it was too embarrassing to shout and yell in public, so he tugged at Zhang Cuihua's sleeve:

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself here. Go check on Qingqing."

The three of them turned around and walked along the emergency room corridor toward the observation ward area.

The observation area in the emergency department is at the end of the corridor, and it's still bustling with people even in the middle of the night.

Holding the form, Xiao Li led Su Ming and Zhang Cuihua into a hospital room.

As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of disinfectant mixed with various other pungent odors hit me.

Zhang Cuihua immediately covered her nose, her brows furrowing into a tight knot.

This is a typical six-person emergency observation ward.

The space was cramped, with six hospital beds placed very close together, separated only by a thin blue curtain.

The ward was noisy. On the bed by the window, an old man was coughing violently and spitting out phlegm; on the bed in the middle, the beeping of medical equipment was incessant; family members were crammed into the narrow aisle, with barely enough room to put their feet down.

Su Qing was lying on the first hospital bed near the door.

Her high-end custom-made trench coat, worth tens of thousands of yuan, was taken off and draped at the foot of the bed, with dried bloodstains still on the collar.

Her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and there was an IV drip on the back of her hand, indicating that she had been given a sedative and was still unconscious.

"What...what kind of awful place is this?!"

Zhang Cuihua glanced disdainfully at the snoring patient on the bed next to her, and couldn't help but raise her voice.

"How can our Qingqing, the president of such a large corporation, be staying in this kind of ordinary ward? There isn't even a private room, not even a sofa to sit on. How is anyone supposed to rest here!"

Su Ming also frowned and covered his nose with a handkerchief, clearly not used to the crowded and chaotic environment.

Xiao Li lowered his voice and explained, "Madam, it's three in the morning, and hospital emergency room beds are already in short supply."

"After the emergency treatment, the doctor said it was just fainting caused by high blood pressure, and that an IV drip and observation would be enough. I'm not qualified to go to the ICU. I had to plead with the head nurse to get a temporary bed in this six-person ward."

"No way!" Zhang Cuihua persisted. "We have money. Go call the director and arrange a VIP suite! Is this place even fit for humans? The air is so bad; we don't want to catch a disease we weren't sick with!"

"Madam, VIP wards at this hospital require advance booking. Where are we going to find a ward for you in the middle of the night?"

"Please bear with it. Once President Su wakes up, we'll just transfer him to a private hospital," Xiao Li patiently advised.

Zhang Cuihua was about to retaliate when Su Qing's eyelashes trembled and her brows furrowed tightly on the hospital bed.

At the same time, the surrounding noise and the smell of disinfectant stimulated Su Qing's senses.

Su Qing slowly opened her eyes, focusing her gaze for several seconds before she could make out the yellowish ceiling and the IV drip bottle above her head.

A dull ache shot through my brain, and my previous memories slowly returned.

The argument outside the corridor, and the sudden gushing of blood from my nose.

"Oh my! Qingqing, you're finally awake!"

When Zhang Cuihua saw Su Qing open her eyes, she quickly squeezed to the bedside, grabbed Su Qing's hand that hadn't received the injection, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You silly girl, why did you suddenly faint in the middle of the night? You scared your mother to death!"

"Look how pale you are! Are you willing to risk your life for the company?!" Zhang Cuihua wailed while glancing at Su Qing's face out of the corner of her eye.

Su Qing felt a splitting headache. She struggled to pull her hand away from Zhang Cuihua's and tried to sit up, supporting herself on the bed.

Xiao Li quickly stepped forward and placed a pillow behind Su Qing's back so she could lean on it.

"Mr. Su, the doctor said that your acute fainting was caused by overwork and emotional excitement, which led to a spike in blood pressure. He told you not to move around."

Xiao Li reported to the leader in a low voice.

Su Qing ignored Xiao Li's words.

Her gaze swept around the ward, taking in the coughing old man in the next bed and the narrow aisle, and her sense of irritation grew stronger.

But she can't afford to be picky about her surroundings right now.

"Where's Tuantuan?" Su Qing asked, her voice hoarse as she stared at Xiao Li.

Xiao Li's eyes darted away, and he didn't dare to answer directly. Instead, he looked at Zhang Cuihua next to him.