Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

Seeing that her husband answered seriously and did not mean to fool around, Chao Lingling turned back with satisfaction and continued driving.

She knew that Lao Chi had many shortcomings, but he also had two particularly outstanding advantages. First, he could take her words into his heart, and second, he never messed around with other women outside.

Based on these two points, she felt that she could live a steady life with her husband.

Chao Lingling and Chi Rongyi used to go to the same university, two years younger than him, and they often heard legendary stories about this senior.

The more she listened, the more she gradually developed a feeling of admiration.

However, the Department of Economics and Management and the Department of Computer Science were too far apart. Throughout college, she was unable to have a good meeting with Chi Rongyi.

After graduation, Chao Lingling went to internship and work step by step. She thought that she and Chi Rongyi would never meet again. Who would have thought that her colleagues would introduce her cousin to her when they saw her single.

What a coincidence, the cousin of my colleague is Chi Rongyi.

This is really a marriage that can't be stopped.

After the two got married, Chao Lingling gradually removed her 800-meter-thick filter, losing her halo as her husband, and she was just an ordinary man inside.

God gave him extraordinary gifts and talents, but the price was that he was unable to communicate normally with others.

When he is silent, he can still pretend to be cold and bluffing, but when he speaks, his secret will be revealed.

When talking to others, I dare not look directly into the other person's eyes. I keep looking down at my toes. I often lack confidence when speaking and my voice is low. I am very nervous when talking about important points. This nervousness becomes increasingly difficult to explain.

Only when he talks about the program development career that he loves and is good at, he can talk endlessly without getting stuck at all.

With a personality like Chi Rongyi's, any shrewd person can easily hold him in the palm of his hand.

Aren’t his good brothers doing a good job?

Yan Shiyu and Yan Shungu are just two villains who forget their loyalty to others!

When thinking of these two people, Chao Lingling couldn't help but sneer.

Since they are doing the first grade of junior high school now, they can't blame others for doing the fifteenth grade.

With a short sneer, Chao Lingling stepped on the accelerator and quickly picked up the speed. The smooth Audi slid silently into the traffic ahead like an elegant and agile panther.

Two days later, Ling Liang fulfilled his promise and had a private conversation with Yan Shiyu, so Chi Rongyi was able to continue to stay in the company.

……

March is about to pass and April is approaching quietly. It is a period of high incidence of colds. Luo Zhaodi has also been infected recently and her voice is severely hoarse.

After seeing her, the doctor said her condition was serious and recommended hospitalization.

Ling Liang ran back and forth to help her complete the hospitalization procedures, and then went to the hospital cafeteria to take a look. Those things looked unappetizing, so she simply turned around and went to a nearby restaurant to order a light meal and bring it back. .

Luo Zhaodi's ward is in the first room on the second floor.

After eating, she yawned sleepily. Ling Liang was worried about disturbing her rest, so he quietly closed the door and went out.

He originally wanted to go downstairs, but accidentally found someone standing motionless at the end of the corridor.

It was a man, with his head lowered and his face unclear, as if he had been standing outside the door for a long time.

This figure seems a bit familiar.

He took a few steps forward and recognized it now: "Yao Zhigang, it's you!"

After so many years, I never expected that I would see the foreman who helped me again in a hospital.

Ling Liang was a little surprised and hurried over.

Yao Zhigang was staring at the ground with his eyes at a loss when he suddenly heard someone calling him. He swayed and slowly raised his head.

"Ah, you are... Zhang Guisheng?"

The person who came had an upright posture and an impressive demeanor. His appearance was obviously the same as before, but Yao Zhigang suddenly didn't dare to recognize him.

"Yes, I am Zhang Guisheng. I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Ling Liang responded with a smile, glanced at the ward in front of them, and asked him directly: "My daughter-in-law has a cold and is getting infusions here. Why did you come to the hospital?"

"Me," Yao Zhigang's throat was a little dry, "my son suffered a head injury a few days ago and has been unable to wake up."

His voice gradually choked up, and he turned his face away with force, not wanting to shed tears in front of outsiders.

Ling Liang was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Through the glass inlaid on the ward door, you can clearly see the condition of the patients inside.

Yao Zhigang's son was lying lifeless on the bed at the moment, his face and lips were gray-white, and his head was wrapped with circles of gauze.

He is a middle-aged man about 40 years old, and Ling Liang has met him before.

At that time, he was younger and worked as a supervisor behind his father. He was tolerant and kind to others.

"What did the doctor say about his condition?" Ling Liang frowned and asked Yao Zhigang, whose eyes were red.

"It said what it was, intracranial injury, but the exact location of the injury couldn't be detected with instruments. He just fell asleep like this and kept sleeping. I called him many times but he couldn't hear..."

Yao Zhigang's expression was dull and his mouth was filled with bitterness. He didn't know. He really didn't know what to do now and what he could do.

The doctor suggested that he transfer his son to a famous hospital, where there might be a way to wake up the patient.

As a father, Yao Zhigang certainly wanted to transfer his son away immediately.

But the heavy reality weighed him down and couldn't move.

He couldn't afford the medical expenses in a big hospital, let alone making an appointment with a specialist.

What's more, even if we spend all our money to send our son to the hospital, what if he still can't be cured?

Yao Zhigang wiped his face heavily. If he had known that things would turn out like this, he would rather give up his homestead than hold his son back to prevent him from conflicting with that group of people.

Alas, it's too late to say anything now...