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

Su Qing's eyes turned completely cold.

She finally understood Zhang Lei's true purpose.

What ten million, what fifty million? It's all a smokescreen. Zhang Lei's eyes were fixed on the original shares of the Su Group in her hands!

"Zhang Lei is really cunning," Su Qing said coldly, looking at A Biao. "Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, isn't he afraid of not being able to swallow this piece of meat?"

Ah Biao shrugged, adopting an indifferent attitude: "President Su, I've shown you the way. Whether you sign or not is entirely up to you."

"If you think shares are more important than your life, I'll take the files and leave right now. Anyway, we've already sent that old doctor back, and the hospital will definitely be on high alert. Nobody will be able to take a single piece of paper out of the archives anytime soon."

Ah Biao stood up and reached for the brown paper file folder.

A choice between life and death lies before us.

Su Qing's breathing became rapid. Her stomach clenched violently due to the intense emotional turmoil.

A wave of acid rose in her throat, and she clenched her teeth tightly to keep from spitting it out.

Her brain was working at lightning speed.

Once she obtains the medical records and finds someone to cure her illness, she can successfully lead the Su Group to a successful NASDAQ listing after her recovery.

By then, the market value of the Su Group will have skyrocketed, and the company will have ample working capital. Paying off the principal and interest of a mere 50 million yuan high-interest loan will be no problem at all.

As long as the money is repaid on time, Zhang Lei's mortgage contract will be worthless, and he will not be able to take any shares.

"Give me the pen," Su Qing said, turning to Xiao Li.

"President Su! This contract is a bottomless pit!" Xiao Li was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Give me a pen." Su Qing's voice carried an unquestionable authority.

Having no other choice, Xiao Li could only tremble as he pulled a pen from his pocket and handed it over.

She threw the signed contract to Ah Biao.

"The contract is signed. You can get out now," Su Qing coldly ordered.

Ah Biao carefully checked the signatures on the contract, then folded it up with satisfaction and put it in his pocket.

"Mr. Su, you're doing well. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Ah Biao didn't linger and strode out of the ward.

The ward door closed again.

Su Qing leaned against the pillow, as if all her strength had been drained. But her gaze was fixed on the brown paper bag on the bed.

"Open it," Su Qing instructed.

Xiao Li quickly stepped forward, untied the white thread wrapped around the file bag, and pulled out a stack of photocopied A4 papers.

"President Su, this..." Xiao Li flipped through two pages and was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Su Qing asked anxiously.

Xiao Li flipped through all the papers, his face turning very pale.

Su Qing frowned. "What does the medical record say? Who was the patient who was cured?"

Looking at the medical record in his hand, Xiao Li read it aloud: "The patient is a seven-year-old girl diagnosed with leukemia and severe organ failure. The medical record states that her vital signs began to miraculously improve after she ate food brought into the ward by her family."

"Bred in by a family member?" Su Qing's mind raced. "Check the family member registration information! Who delivered the food?"

Xiao Li turned to the page of the hospital registration form and his eyes fell on the information column for the emergency contact person.

"The family member's name is listed as 'mother.'" Xiao Li looked at the occupation column above and paused for a moment. "The occupation listed is... food delivery worker."

"A deliveryman?" A glint of light flashed in Su Qing's eyes.

"Yes, a middle-aged woman who delivers takeout." Xiao Li nodded. "The doctor wrote in the notes that this mother brought back the lunchbox for her daughter on her way to deliver takeout."

The clues have finally connected.

A food delivery driver who runs around the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng all day long must have happened to meet that expert in medicinal cuisine while delivering food, or obtained the food from that expert.

Once we find this woman who delivers food, we can follow the clues and find the exact location of the restaurant!

"try to find!"

Su Qing clenched her fist tightly, her tone revealing a fierce determination to win.

"Check all the food delivery platforms in Jiangcheng! Search for this woman's name! Her daughter was just hospitalized in the emergency room of the First Municipal Hospital last month. The target is very clear!"

"I don't care what method you use, I need to know this delivery driver's address! If I find her, I'll be saved!"

Xiao Li immediately took out his phone: "Okay, President Su, I'll arrange for someone to investigate overnight!"

……

3:30 a.m.

The snowstorm in Jiangcheng intensified. The snow on the roads had been compacted, making them slippery to walk on.

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class slowly drove into Phoenix Golden Street and stopped at the intersection.

The passenger door opened.

Qin Donghai, chairman of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, got out of the car wearing a thick, dark gray cashmere coat and leather gloves, with a frown on his face.

A cold wind blew down his neck, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Just to get breakfast, they come out onto the street in the middle of the night to starve."

Looking around at the dark streets, Qin Donghai said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Qin Lang, have you been going out too much lately? Has your brain gotten waterlogged?"

Qin Donghai pulled his coat collar tighter, turned to look at his son who had just locked the car, and said irritably:

"Besides, don't you have that Supreme VIP Black Gold Card? You post pictures of it on your WeChat Moments every day, bragging about how you can skip the line when you eat at Boss Lin's place. Why did you drag me out to freeze in the middle of the night tonight?"

Qin Lang shrank his neck and leaned closer, forcing a wry smile. "Dad, it's really not my fault. The card does allow you to skip the line, but Brother Lin only prepares so much food each day! Once it's sold out, it's gone!"

Qin Lang pointed ahead, still shaken, and said, "You have no idea how greedy these people are right now. If I hadn't dragged you over now, and we'd slept until noon, then leisurely strolled over with our VIP cards, they would have already licked the pot clean!"

Qin Donghai frowned as he listened, and looked in the direction his son was pointing.

Under the dim streetlights, this seasoned restaurant tycoon was completely stunned.

Outside the tightly closed wooden door of Lin's shop, a long queue stretched dozens of meters to the corner.

Among the group were college students wearing military overcoats and reading books with flashlights in their hands; there were also familiar faces wrapped in expensive mink coats, pacing back and forth from the cold.

Qin Donghai spotted Li Dayong and Chairman Chen at the front of the line immediately.

"Are those General Manager Li from Shanxi Province and Chairman Chen from Shengshi Real Estate?" Qin Donghai asked incredulously. "Two CEOs, with your wealth and status, coming here in the middle of the night to compete with a bunch of students for food?"

Li Dayong was rubbing his frozen hands when he turned around and saw Qin Donghai. He quickly put his hands down and became much more polite.

"Oh, Chairman Qin! What brings you here today?" Li Dayong greeted him with a smile, his breath steaming in the air.

"Don't even mention your net worth. In front of Boss Lin, your net worth is worthless. Look ahead. We arrived at four o'clock, and we can only get to this position in line."