t dare look at Feng Mu's expression, but she could still deeply feel the hatred he had for her.I owe.After the tragedy unfolded, she had been in debt to Feng Mu her whole life, leading to a life where...The result was dragged to the emergency room by sanitation workers. Seeing that woman on the bed, clutching the toilet and vomiting weakly, barely able to take a breath, she was so angry that her eyes bulged out. What a unlucky person!

Can he still make it now

Dream Lan heard the sound of the door opening and looked up at him, offering a pale smile. "I'll have to trouble you again, Doctor Wang," she said. Her voice seemed hoarse from being soaked in alcohol. After saying that, she carefully lay back on the bed.

Wang Ling looked at her, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He estimated that if he didn't make a move, Menglan wouldn't live for much longer either.

I cursed inwardly, 'Damn it, when I go back to play mahjong, I'm going to kill Feng Mu in a few rounds,' so I took off my suit jacket and phone, and handed them to the nurse next to me.

He gave Menglan a full physical examination and saw that her abdominal fluid was particularly severe. His brows furrowed, and he immediately instructed the nurse to prepare for surgery.

Wang Ling put on a white glove and, as she was about to give the injection, looked at Meng Lan lying so obediently and said in a low voice, "It might hurt a little bit later, just bear with it."

"Hmm." Menglan closed her eyes peacefully, but when a 'snap' echoed and the pale light shone on her face, fear crept into her heart.

She could endure the pain, but this moment of deathly silence was what truly brought her despair!

After the surgery, Meng Lan was pushed into the ward. Wang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked out of the operating room, just as Feng Mu's call came in, so he answered it.

Before the other person could speak, he responded irritably, "She's dead. You tortured her to death! Don't ask me!"

Feng Mu was silent for a moment, his low voice tinged with coldness, "Dr. Wang, you're becoming increasingly unprofessional."

"What Do you think her death wasn't cruel enough, and want me to add a few more blows" Wang Ling sneered. "You know her stomach disease is spreading towards cancer, right You're pressing her so hard anyway, since she doesn't care about her life, just take her to the woods and kill her quickly and cleanly. I'm a doctor, don't you dare come looking for trouble and make my life harder, understand"

Without waiting for Feng Mu's response, Wang Ling simply hung up the phone with a 'click'.

Feng Shi Group, Feng Mu, who was still working in the office late at night, clenched his phone tightly in his hand, his handsome face alternating between blue and white, his mood unable to calm down for a long time.

...developing towards cancer...

Cancer...

When he heard this word, in an instant, Feng Mu's towering back was soaked with sweat. He reached out and clutched his heart tightly, but still couldn't hold back the throbbing pain in his chest.

He couldn't bear to look at the words 'cancer'. They were all too familiar.

My father was plagued by cancer for the first half of his life and died a miserable death in the end.

Dream Orchid, Dream Orchid, now you too are being troubled by cancer. Is this... the wheel of fortune turning

He should be happy, he should feel like revenge has been served, but the muscles in his cheeks tried to pull, but ultimately couldn't smile. He damn it... Couldn't even smile!

With his phone in hand, his finger hovered hesitantly in mid-air, betraying the turmoil within him. In the end, he gritted his teeth and pressed the letter keys: "Find me the most authoritative gastroenterology team abroad. Arrange several private jets immediately and bring them back to China tonight!"

Meng Lan cannot die.

Yes, you are right.

She owed too much, two lives. How could she, she didn't deserve to die.

She must live, she'll never escape her crimes for the rest of her life!

After hanging up the phone, Feng Mu clenched his phone against his brow, closed his eyes, and his ragged breathing revealed a trace of... panic.

Dreamland.

On the same night that Menglan's incident occurred, He Hanchuan also met with several designers in an upstairs private room with Xiang Wan. However, Xiang Wan felt that none of them were suitable.

The fashion designers He Hanchuan introduced to her were indeed well-known in the industry. However, their past works had been influenced by market interests. The popular styles were not particularly special and could only be considered decent for sales. If they were to be showcased on an international runway, they wouldn't win any awards.

Tonight, another fruitless night.

After hastily ending the social gathering, He Hanchuan took Xiang Wan home. In the elevator, Xiang Wan, tired from wearing high heels, leaned her head against He Hanchuan's shoulder and sighed.

"Tired" He Hanchuan's eyes softened, reaching out to hug her shoulders tighter, making her lean more comfortably. "Don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself, it's just a show."

After finishing her words, Xiang Wan raised her eyes to look at him, drawing out each syllable, "You-are-not-allowed-to-interfere!" Her expression was serious, "As we agreed, I will manage the Xiang Group with my own abilities. No slacking off~"

"Alright, I'll listen to my wife," He Hanchuan patted her shoulder in comfort, agreeing readily, but his eyes darkened secretly, and he let out a cold laugh in private.

He probably doesn't even need to do it himself. After being beaten up by him, Du Hua wouldn't dare to make things difficult for Xiang Wan anymore.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened, and in the living room, several bodyguards were seen pressing down on a few people led by Huang Mao as they passed through the living room. They were forcibly stuffed into a van at the doorway.

"A-Wan was surprised. Such a magnificent scene, yet she didn't see Menglan anywhere. From the moment she entered, she noticed the sparse customer flow and found it strange. When did Meng Hui So's business become this bad"

I just saw Qingqing wiping her tears, and Xiangwan reached out to stop her, "What's wrong Where is your Dream Boss"

"Boss Meng was just harassed by a few wealthy young masters, she drank a lot of alcohol and spat out several mouthfuls of blood. I feel like she's about to die." Qingqing tightly held onto her sleeve and cautiously pleaded, "President He, Madam He, I know you must be close with President Feng, please ask him to speak up for Boss Meng and let him go easy on her..."

"How could this happen!" Xiang Wan listened to a brief account, anger filled her eyes as she looked at He Hanchuan beside her.

With just a glance, He Hanchuan knowingly took out his phone and dialed Fu Mu. After connecting and learning the situation, He Hanchuan hung up.

"Menglan is just hospitalized due to illness, nothing serious." He hugged Xiangwan tightly, his hawk-like eyes swept across the empty hall, and he softly reminded her, "But if you want to bring Menglan to the company as a designer, this could be a good opportunity."

Towards the beginning, A-wai was a little lost. She looked up at him and suddenly understood something, a joyful smile appearing on her lips.

That's right.

This is a great opportunity!

The next day, Xiang Wan asked her assistant to prepare a basket of flowers and fruit. After specially taking leave from the company in the morning, she carried the things to the hospital.

In the ward, Menglan had just woken up from the anesthesia of the surgery. She was powerless and leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Knock knock!

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and she finally roused herself. "Come in," she said.

Towards Evening pushed open the door, and when she saw Menglan lying on the sickbed, the smile on her face froze instantly.

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