The fake daughter is crazy about her waistcoat and leads her whole family into a wealthy family

The nurse said: "Of course, I will clean these three broken bones now."

Luo Yuan said: "No, just keep it like this."

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wrapped the three broken bones and put them in his pocket.

The nurse reminded him: "Mr. Luo, although the patient's operation was successful, her life is still in danger. Whether she can wake up and survive the dangerous period depends on her condition in the ICU."

Luo Yuan nodded: "I understand, thank you."

The nurse went back.

After another ten minutes, An Yuan and others came out.

Fanny took a few steps forward: "Mr. Luo, you can go see your sister outside the ICU ward."

Luo Yuan wanted to say a few more words and express his deepest gratitude to them.

But he missed his sister, so he only had time to say "Thank you, everyone" and hurried away.

Standing outside the glass door of the ICU, he saw his sister lying there quietly. Except for the fresh bandage on her head, she was no different from usual.

But he knew that his sister was being reborn.

When she comes out of the ICU, she will be like a phoenix rising from the ashes, continuing her extraordinary life.

His eyes were slightly red.

But there was not a single tear.

At his mother's funeral, he once swore to his mother that he would never cry again in his life.

If you want to flow, you will only let the enemy flow.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the footsteps of Fanny and others passing through the corridor. He quickly put away his thoughts and prepared to greet Dr. Annie and others.

At this moment, Secretary Song walked over quickly and said solemnly: "Both the board of directors and the family meeting are putting pressure on the old man, demanding that Sister Yi return to China immediately and hold a press conference to clarify the rumors to everyone."

"The old man couldn't resist the pressure. Maybe he didn't want to resist, so he called me."

"Let me give you an ultimatum. If you don't hand over Sister Yi, the board of directors will hold an emergency meeting to discuss impeaching you."

Luo Yuan was silent for a few seconds: "I will go back to Beicheng now. You stay here to entertain Dr. Annie and her party."

"Also, inform the media in Beicheng that at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will hold a press conference in the atrium of the Rockefeller Hotel to clarify the rumors about my sister."

Then he drove out of the villa and headed to the private parking lot.

On the way, he made a call on his personal mobile phone: "The time has come when I need you. At three o'clock in the afternoon, just do what I told you before."

The other party's voice was gentle: "Yes."

Luo Yuan didn't say another word, hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator.

Three in the afternoon.

The atrium on the third floor of the Rockefeller Hotel was crowded with reporters from various media.

In addition to reporters, all the directors, elders, and core members of the Luo family came. At a glance, there were more than 20 people.

They sat around the two sides of the podium, one person per chair, all with serious expressions, just like a jury reviewing the prisoner's self-defense in court.

Luo Yuan still couldn't be contacted.

Even Secretary Song's cell phone was busy and she never got through.

Everyone was talking, suspecting that this was another smoke bomb set by Luo Yuan.

However, at three o'clock, Luo Yuan seemed to fall from the sky, not a second faster or a second slower, and appeared at the entrance of the central hall on time. He walked through the crowd calmly and stepped onto the podium.

Reporters immediately started asking questions.

Each question is more tricky than the last.

Luo Yuan ignored them and said into the microphone: "My sister is indeed sick, but she is not critically ill."

"I'm sure she can live longer than everyone here, so you don't have to worry."

There was a burst of laughter.

The people of the Luo family murmured, seemingly disapproving.

A reporter loudly said: "For five years, Ms. Luo Siyi has never shown her face, and only some videos have been released, but the videos can be faked."

"We want to know, since Miss Luo Siyi is fine, why don't we dare to show up?"

"Yes, she didn't even show up for her father's sixtieth birthday, mother's death anniversary, or the old man's illness. Can't you explain it?"

Luo Yuan said: "I will video chat with my sister right now."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone, pointed the screen at the audience, and issued a video request.

The other party quickly accepted the video and his face appeared on the phone screen.

"Cough cough cough..." The other party was lying on the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown and a bandage on his bare head. He coughed and said weakly, "There are many people over there. What's the situation?"

There was a commotion.

"It's really Luo Siyi! Her background is from a foreign VIP ward, it doesn't look fake."

"Oh my God, why did she become so thin? Is she suffering from a terminal illness?"

"My sister is not terminally ill." Luo Yuan said into the microphone. "She was in a car accident three years ago. Her face was damaged and her head was injured. She has been undergoing treatment and it is inconvenient to return to China and show up."

After speaking, he said to the mobile phone: "Sister, the domestic media has spread rumors that you are critically ill and need Dr. Annie's help."

"No matter how I explain, they don't believe it. I can only hold a press conference and let you prove it to them personally."

"So that's it." The woman on the phone screen stood up and walked around the ward, letting the public see her ward and her condition with their own eyes.

"Everyone, although I am seriously ill, my life is not in danger."

"It's just that I lost my appearance while I was recuperating. I didn't want anyone to see it, so I didn't return home. Please forgive me."

When she said this, Luo Yuan said to her, "Sister, take a good rest" before hanging up the video and scanning the audience.

"I have proven to you that my sister is alive and well. Please stop spreading rumors, otherwise our next confrontation will be in court."

The reporters talked a lot and quickly released the news, but they did not dare to ask questions aggressively.

"I still don't believe it!" An old man with a fierce face, fierce eyes, and a rather majestic aura stood up on crutches and shouted loudly, "I suspect that the Luo Siyi who is talking to you is fake!"

"I request to see Luo Siyi in person and conduct DNA verification if necessary."

"Otherwise I would have always suspected that she was critically ill or even dead."

He has been fighting with Luo Siyi for so many years, and he knows Luo Siyi very well.

Luo Siyi in the video does look like Luo Siyi, but it doesn't feel right.

Just like a phoenix and a pheasant disguised as a phoenix, no matter how similar they are in appearance, their natural temperament and inner temperament are completely different.

Besides, Luo Siyi did indeed encounter a fatal car accident five years ago. How could he survive until now?

These words were like a nuclear bomb, instantly blowing everyone up into a mushroom cloud.

"The Luo Siyi in the video with Mr. Luo is actually fake?"

"Oh my god, isn't this crazy?"

"Who dares to impersonate Luo Siyi? Who dares to let others impersonate Luo Siyi?"

"Master Luo wouldn't really do such a crazy thing, would he?"

"If he dares to do this, he will completely destroy himself!"