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At about 07:30, Chen Wenxing arrived at the hospital where Song Yongshou was. He had a sudden myocardial infarction, but luckily he was rescued in time, and now he is recuperating in the general ward.

Chen Wenxing followed the two people who brought him here, and walked to the ward where Song Yongshou was. Along the way, no one spoke, and Chen Wenxing didn't speak because he was thinking about things all the time.

When he was about to walk to the door, Ke Yingbo was talking to his subordinates not far away when he saw Chen Wenxing, so he waved his hand to let him go first, and greeted Chen Wenxing with a smile, and said with a pleasantly surprised smile: " Mr. Chen, you are here."

The two people who brought Chen Wenxing retreated aside tactfully, one left and one right guarding the door of the ward not far in front, Ke Yingbo walked up to Chen Wenxing with a smile, and stretched out his right hand toward him, "I thought Chen Wenxing Sir, I was just being polite, I didn't expect to be able to save face, there is a long way to go, there is a long way to go."

Chen Wenxing smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and then he reached out to shake his hand, and said politely: "Why, didn't Mr. Ke say that Mr. Song wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Oh, yes, yes, look at me, Mr. Song just woke up, you come with me." Ke Yingbo smiled embarrassedly, separated his hand from Chen Wenxing, and led him forward, saying He sighed softly, "Old Song is also old, this time he had a sudden myocardial infarction and almost killed him, even after waking up these two days, he couldn't say much."

Chen Wenxing walked beside him to match his footsteps, and Ke Yingbo said again: "Although I just woke up, I am short-spirited after all, Mr. Chen, please take care of me later."

The two stopped in front of the door of the ward. Chen Wenxing looked at Ke Yingbo, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't read any emotions. He nodded, "Okay, I will try not to delay Lao Song's rest."

Ke Yingbo didn't realize that there was something in Chen Wenxing's calm words, but his uncharacteristically warm smile made him feel inexplicably uncertain, but that feeling was fleeting. Even if he wanted to catch it, he couldn't catch what just flashed through his heart.

Ke Yingbo didn't pay much attention to it, and could only smile and nod, "That's my trouble."

After speaking, Ke Yingbo pushed open the door of the ward, led Chen Wen in, and gestured to the two subordinates standing at the door where he hadn't seen it.After the door of the ward was closed, one of them looked around unobtrusively, then met the other person's eyes, turned and left.

The ward was quiet, except for the slight sound of various instruments operating, and the sound of "beep" again and again. Song Yongshou lay quietly on the hospital bed.

Ke Yingbo and Chen Wenxing walked to the hospital bed without making a sound, and Song Yongshou suddenly said hoarsely, "Who's here?"

Ke Yingbo stopped in his tracks, subconsciously glanced in Chen Wenxing's direction, then quickly turned his head, lowered his voice, and said with a smile, "Mr. Song, Mr. Chen is here."

Song Yongshou didn't respond at first, then his drooping eyelids moved, slowly opened his eyes, and turned to look at Chen Wenxing who was standing beside the bed with Ke Yingbo.He seemed to recognize it for a long time before suddenly saying, "It's you."

"It's me, Mr. Song." Chen Wenxing looked at Song Yongshou, consciously suppressed his voice a little, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ke Yingbo took a step back, and Chen Wenxing stood in his place. Looking at Song Yongshou this way, his spirit seemed to be even worse, and his eyes were no longer clear as before, but cloudy.Chen Wenxing met Song Yongshou twice before, and each time he was smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. It felt like being wrapped by a snake, cold and willing to eat anyone at any time.

But now Song Yongshou seems to be deprived of all his spirit, lying on the hospital bed like an old man who is sick at an ordinary age, compared to the few times Chen Wenxing saw before, he seems to be several years older, It looks like it will die at any moment.

I just don't know if it's because of his face, but the corners of his mouth are still slightly raised, making him look like he doesn't care about his illness at all.

Song Yongshou laughed twice, "How can I be bad?"

Chen Wenxing smiled, but didn't say anything, Song Yongshou rolled his eyes, looked at him, and suddenly said: "Xiao Ke, I have something to say to Mr. Chen, you go out first."

"Hey, good." Ke Yingbo nodded beside him, "Mr. Song, if you have anything to do, please call me anytime."

Ke Yingbo went out after speaking.

Chen Wenxing saw him go, and was about to ask what was the connection between their Chen family's affairs and the Tang family, but Song Yongshou spoke before him, "Xiao Chen, help me up."

Chen Wenxing had no choice but to hold back his words, went to help Song Yongshou sit up halfway, and then stuffed two pillows behind his back. , Then Song Yongshou pulled off the breathing tube inserted in his nose, and he let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "It's much more comfortable this way."

Chen Wenxing took a step back, stood by the bed watching Song Yongshou's actions, and asked, "Old Song, do you think you have something to tell me?"

Song Yongshou glanced at him, and then the corners of his mouth rose even more upwards, and there was some coldness in those originally cloudy eyes, which was fleeting, like an illusion.He looked at Chen Wenxing, smiled and asked in a low voice: "Don't worry, young man, do you want to watch a good show with me, an old man?"

Chen Wenxing's eyes showed confusion.

But Ke Yingbo, who had left the door of the ward, put his ear on the door and didn't hear anything. He looked in through the glass on the door, and only saw a piece of Chen Wenxing's movement as if he was helping Song Yongshou on the bed. Continuing to observe, someone walked up to him and said in a low voice, "Master Ke, the people from the Xu family are coming soon, let me notify you."

Ke Yingbo turned his head to look at him, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, then he didn't continue to pay attention, but ordered two people to stay here and not let Chen Wenxing leave, then he turned around and strode out.

A little after seven o'clock in the evening, Mingyang Wharf.

Ling Zhengmin stood here and waited for a long time, but Tang Rong hadn't appeared yet, so he was not in a hurry, touched the cigarette from his body, and took two puffs.

A murmur sounded from the side. Ling Zhengmin looked back and asked with a smile, "What? Do you want to take a sip too?"

Zhu Ming, who was tightly bound, was covered in bruises, his nose was running, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and he was tied around the outside with other cloths, so that his mouth was tightly blocked, so that he could hardly breathe. A little difficult.Seeing Ling Zhengmin turn his head, he hurriedly shook his head.

Ling Zhengmin looked at him and smiled, then turned his head to look at him, and asked with great interest, "Do you want to know how your father died?"

"Oh, I killed it."