"Ah Nan, what’s going on with you?"
Si Yuan Yang frowned, displeased with Bao Nan for treating his body like this.
He was very angry.
Why would you eat spicy food when you know you can’t handle it?
When the two of them came in, Bao Nan had already opened his eyes.
He narrowed his cold eyes, his tone indifferent, "Because she gave it to me."
Upon hearing this, Si Yuan Yang twitched the corner of his eye speechlessly.
He knew it would be this answer.
Whenever it involved Jiang Tong, this brother of his, hailed as a prodigy since childhood.
His IQ and EQ would drop to zero, no, it should be a negative number.
"Would you eat poison if she gave it to you?" He still wanted to rebuke him.
To his surprise, Bao Nan seriously nodded, "Yes."
Si Yuan Yang: "..."
Alright then.
He underestimated Bao Nan’s love for Jiang Tong.
...
Since they went to their own homes after dinner last night, Jiang Tong was unaware of Bao Nan’s hospitalization.
Early the next morning, she tidied up her appearance and prepared to head to Xiehe Hospital.
Today, she had a tough battle to fight.
On her way to the hospital, she specifically detoured to a phone store to buy a new phone.
Her old phone had been used for three years, and the memory was long overdue for an upgrade.
The new phone cost over a thousand yuan, which made Jiang Tong feel like she was pricking her heart.
All the way, she carefully cradled it in her arms, afraid it would get scratched or bumped.
"Sister Tong, over here!"
Shen Xiu was already waiting at the entrance of Xiehe Hospital, just waiting for her arrival.
Jiang Tong tucked the phone into her pants pocket and patted his shoulder, "Let’s go, we’re going in."
The private hospital was indeed different from a public one; it was superior in terms of cleanliness and environment.
"Hello, we are prosecutors from the Beijing Prosecution Office, and due to a case, we would like to meet your director."
Jiang Tong pulled out her work ID and placed it in front of the staff at the reception desk.
The receptionist paused, and after realizing what was happening, quickly picked up the desk phone to call through to the director’s office.
"Hello, our director asks you to come up."
Jiang Tong nodded, and along with Shen Xiu, stepped toward the director’s office.
Entering the room, you could see Director Yuan Qian seated in his office chair.
"What brings you two here?"
Yuan Qian’s face full of fat revealed a smile.
Jiang Tong’s first impression of him wasn’t good.
Big-headed, big-eared, his belly protruding with flesh bigger than her head—a person who didn’t seem like he accomplished much.
"Hello, Director, we’re here to retrieve some documentation."
Before coming, she asked He Wanchen for information.
Since Xiehe Hospital is part of the Bao Family franchise, its system is particularly stringent, with no changes once entered.
"What kind of documentation are you looking for?"
"We’re looking for a birth certificate."
Upon hearing they were there for a birth certificate, Yuan Qian’s previously smiling face became overcast.
"Are you the prosecutors responsible for Li Changhui’s case?" His tone turned cold and impolite.
Jiang Tong raised her eyebrows, curiously looking at him.
Is this person trained in Sichuan opera face-changing or what? How did he change expressions so quickly?
"We are."
Hearing Jiang Tong’s response, a cold smile flickered across Yuan Qian’s face, "Then do you know who I am?"
"I’m Li Changhui’s uncle."
Hearing this, Jiang Tong snorted, wondering who he was.
Turns out he’s just leveraging connections.
"So what?"
She wanted to see what tricks they had up their sleeves.
"Do you think you can leave here today?"