Chapter 222: Chapter 222
Fu Yaoyao had Rong Jiazze bring Aunt Xue back, only to find out upon inquiry that over a month ago, that old man from the Rong Family had visited He Songzhi several times, subtly implying that He Songzhi was a burden to Rong Zhi and advising her to leave Beijing so as not to hinder Rong Zhi.
Aunt Xue was present at the time, and she initially intended to tell Rong Zhi, but He Songzhi stopped her, asking her not to mention it to Rong Zhi.
At that time, Rong Zhi was entering the busiest phase, and telling her would only add to the trouble.
Aunt Xue couldn’t resist He Songzhi and had to agree. Who would’ve thought He Songzhi would keep all matters to herself, feeling guilty yet reluctant to let her daughter go, which ultimately accumulated into a mental affliction.
Now, it exploded all at once, leading directly to a mental breakdown.
After listening, Rong Zhi waved tiredly to Aunt Xue to let her leave first. She got up and walked to the bedside, gazing for a long time at the quietly sleeping woman. She bent slightly, gently caressing the dark circles under the woman’s eyes, her lips tightened.
When it was time to apply for discharge, Lin Xingteng did not sign immediately. He looked at the young man with gentle eyes, with a hint of apology buried deep within, feeling quite guilty, "I’m sorry, Mr. Rong, that I couldn’t cure the patient. It’s my negligence."
Rong Zhi shook her head.
This matter has nothing to do with Lin Xingteng, even though she sensed Lin Xingteng’s different behavior towards her, and even felt his covetousness. But those are personal reasons; as a doctor, Lin Xingteng has done his duty.
Lin Xingteng sighed softly, lowered his head to sign the discharge application, and as he handed it to the young man, his eyes became focused. His fingers stretched forward unintentionally and ’accidentally’ touched the young man’s cool fingers.
He swiftly touched them and quickly withdrew his hand before the young man wrinkled his brow, clasping his hand slowly on the table.
Looking upward at the young man’s alluring and exquisite face, his tone carried more authenticity, and he said gently, "Goodbye, Mr. Rong."
If he didn’t leave now, he was really afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist stunning the young man.
The skin was simply too beautiful.
Rong Zhi put away the discharge application, glanced at Lin Xingteng briefly, neither refusing nor accepting, simply thanked him and left the hospital room.
After she left, Lin Xingteng stared blankly at the closed office door for a long time, then slowly took off his glasses. Behind the lenses, his gentle gaze instantly turned deep, extremely cold, with a strong interest swirling deep within.
Transferred overnight from the First People’s Hospital to the Lan’er Sanatorium, Tang Xuyun arranged the best room for He Songzhi, with Old Sir Lu and Qi Ruiqin on either side.
Only three people lived on the entire fifth floor, and upon hearing that the new patient was Rong Zhi’s adoptive mother, the neighboring patients came over to visit.
Rong Zhi put on a white coat, holding a stylus with distinct joints, writing and sketching on the tablet.
Old Sir Lu approached to take a look and found it filled with chaotic symbols, completely unreadable.
He patted Tang Xuyun, who was standing nearby watching intently, and asked, "Dean Tang, what is Zhi Zhi writing?"
As time passed, with Rong Zhi now bringing Lu Si, considered half a teacher, the Lu Family’s relationship with her grew closer, and the title gradually shifted from Little Divine Doctor Rong to Zhi Zhi, with great affection.
After all, the young man was excessively outstanding, making it difficult for them not to like her.
"It’s a prescription," Tang Xuyun explained without taking his eyes off the tablet, "It’s normal that you can’t understand, as these are names of medicines used only within the medical field, just that one."
He pointed at a wavy line with two dots on the screen, "That’s Ding Jiu, a herb used to protect brain nerves."
Old Sir Lu followed his gaze but aside from Ding Jiu, couldn’t comprehend anything else.
He didn’t study medicine, why bother looking.
Qi Ruiqin crossed his arms standing by the bed, watching another young girl’s notebook on the sofa.
The young girl had two ponytails, with a tender and cute face, appearing quite soft and adorable, but her hands were typing on the keyboard rather quickly, indicating she had learned before, though not quite adept. Newest update provided by Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
The ward remained quiet for a long time, as Rong Zhi finished the last stroke and clicked to save the document, then handed the tablet to Tang Xuyun, succinctly saying, "Get the medicine."
Tang Xuyun responded, asking as well, "Want me to open up a lab for you?"
To prepare medicine within the sanatorium truly requires space, which Rong Zhi did not refuse. Tang Xuyun took on the task and left. She turned to Fu Yaoyao, her tone calm: "Did you find it?"
Fu Yaoyao gestured ’OK’ with her hand and turned the notebook around, "Got the recording, video, and screenshots, but some data is locked over at the police headquarters, and I can’t hack in."
Not everyone has skills like Rong Zhi, who can even breach the State Affairs Bureau; Fu Yaoyao’s ability in obtaining the other items was already quite impressive.
Rong Zhi nodded, about to say to give her the notebook, but her peripheral vision caught Old Sir Lu standing aside, curiously watching her. She raised an eyebrow, looking towards Old Sir Lu and asked, "Grandpa Lu, I want to obtain some data from the police headquarters."
Old Sir Lu responded with excitement, laughing, "What information do you need? Grandpa will have someone deliver it right away."
The young man seldom asked for their help, and Old Sir Lu rarely had the chance to demonstrate; now there was one, so naturally, he would do his utmost.
Rong Zhi calmly mentioned two items.
Old Sir Lu frowned but didn’t ask further, nodded, and left the ward to make a phone call.
Qi Ruiqin couldn’t help, so he quietly observed from the side.
The young man lowered his eyes, with long, dense lashes casting a small shadow in his eyes; his eyes slightly red, seemed sleep-deprived, with a hint of fatigue clouding beneath them and a heavy atmosphere surrounding.
He recalled recent events, deliberating before speaking, "Is Doctor Rong worried about the Rong Family?"
"Hmm?" Rong Zhi slowly returned to focus, raising a hand to rub her aching temples, "No."
Why should she be worried about the Rong Family? Let them jump around for a couple of days; the Rong Family should have fallen too.
Her mind flashed with the faces from the surveillance footage, including Rong Fangjun, toward whom she felt no respect, a complex emotion crossed her heart, she suppressed her brow, feeling somewhat irritable.
Qi Ruiqin nodded, "If there’s any need for help, Doctor Rong do speak up, whether the Huajing Group or myself, we’ll certainly assist."
Rong Zhi looked sideways, her thin lips slightly curved in a rare smile, "Okay."
Old Sir Lu returned quickly, accompanied by Rong Zhi’s old acquaintance, Sheng Zhao.
The two met face-to-face, with the former expressionless and the latter speechless.
Not long ago, he received news from the police station saying that their police headquarters’ ’frequent guest’ had caused trouble again; Sheng Zhao was wondering who the ’frequent guest’ was until he arrived at the spot.
In less than a month, she’d almost entered the police station three times; truly a ’frequent guest’!
Knowing the authorities wouldn’t take any substantive punitive action against Rong Zhi, Sheng Zhao understood the situation after investigating and provided the reporter a reply regarding Rong Zhi, as he dared not detain her.
Forget the police headquarters; possibly no jail in Beijing was built to hold Rong Zhi.
Sheng Zhao handed the manila envelope to the young man, pursing his lips dryly, "Miss Rong, the documents you requested."
With Rong Zhi’s identity exposed, previous titles were certainly out of the question, but those used to the terminology couldn’t change overnight; Sheng Zhao almost blurted out ’Mr. Rong.’