When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

The night was as long as ever, but for them, it was even more difficult to endure.

None of them was willing to leave the hospital, and they all wanted to be there as soon as Lin Xinran woke up, so Fu Sicheng rented the empty top-level VIP ward next door. There were three beds in one ward, which was just enough to accommodate the four of them.

The hospital not only did not disapprove of their behavior, but was very encouraging and supportive, and even wanted to let them stay in the hospital for a few more days.

The highest-level VIP ward is equivalent to the presidential suite in a hotel room. No one would want to stay here unless it is necessary. The cost of one day here is enough to stay in an ordinary ward for a week.

So generally speaking, the hospital's highest-level VIP wards are always empty. Only wealthy people like Lin Xinran who are hospitalized may use these high-level wards.

This is why the hospital strongly agrees to let them stay here.

This can increase the hospital's cash flow.

The hospital is also very busy at night, especially the emergency department, where you can see patients with various diseases lying on hospital beds waiting for treatment, and some people with sudden illnesses being taken to the hospital's emergency room by ambulance waiting for rescue.

In the middle of the night, it is not only the hospital that is busy, but also government departments, procuratorates, police stations, etc.

How big the impact of this incident is does not depend on who it involves or what effect it produces, but to a certain extent has a lot to do with who intervenes in this matter.

The former is Lin Xinran and the latter is Lu Yihan.

This matter is a small matter, but in this case, it must be treated as a big matter and followed the procedures. What's more, this is a big matter in the first place.

When something gets more attention, it will be taken more seriously.

The people at the police station were busy taking statements, checking the entire organization's operating procedures, and the direct cause of Liu Xiaoting's death. Then they submitted relevant evidence to the procuratorate and waited for their punishment results.

The outcome of handling gang crimes is, to a certain extent, related to their own status in the organization. The higher the status, the heavier the corresponding punishment will be.

So this is why M chose to let someone else take his identity while he drove away at large.

Because he knew what would await him if he was caught, which would be life imprisonment, death penalty or suspended death sentence.

However, the punishment for those who are on the periphery of the organization will be relatively lighter, usually with fixed-term imprisonment.

Not only people in the province are paying attention to this matter, but even people in Kyoto are paying attention to it. In addition, Lu Yihan himself is already in Suining City, which is enough for them to work overtime without sleep until this matter is completed.

Duan Ziyuan slept on the hospital bed next to Lin Xinran. He turned sideways, facing her, looked at her profile, slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became even, and he soon fell asleep.

The other people were resting in the ward next door. Lin Xinran couldn't be disturbed for a long time, so they only left Duan Ziyuan to accompany her.

The moon was hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains into the ward, but it was so gentle that it did not wake up the people who were sleeping.

The stars are twinkling, dotted in the night sky, flickering.

The winter night is very quiet. People huddle in bed with thick quilts and fall asleep soundly.

In the ward, the only sounds that could be heard were Duan Ziyuan's steady breathing and the slight sounds of the medical equipment beside Lin Xinran.

Around seven in the morning, the sun rises, the sky brightens, and people get up, wash, and prepare to start a busy new day.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the doctor came to Lin Xinran's ward again for examination.

"what……"

Duan Ziyuan heard the doctor's voice that sounded like confusion and surprise, and his heart subconsciously tightened. He thought something had happened, and hurried over: "What's wrong, doctor?"

"This... the patient has recovered very well... it's great, it can be said to be exceptionally good, recovering faster than a normal person, this is really..."

Duan Ziyuan's eyes fell on the wound on Lin Xinran's shoulder. The wound had recovered visibly. Although it was not completely healed, the stitches could be removed in a few days.

You have to know that for other people, it would take a long time to fully recover from such a serious injury, but Lin Xinran's recovery progress has doubled.

Duan Ziyuan's expression flashed with surprise. He opened his mouth, and his brain briefly paused for a rare moment: "Um... well... she..."

The other nurses and doctors in the ward all looked at Duan Ziyuan.

Duan Ziyuan swallowed his saliva and spoke nonsense without blushing or beating his heart: "You also know that Hua Xin has a pharmaceutical factory, so she takes some health supplements according to her physical condition in her daily life. Maybe these health supplements have strengthened her body functions, so she recovered so quickly."

The doctor nodded as he listened to him, and looked at Lin Xinran's wound thoughtfully: "Hmm... what you said makes sense. It seems that the health products of Huaxin Pharmaceutical Factory are really good. I look forward to seeing it in the pharmacy in the future."

Duan Ziyuan met the doctor's expectant gaze and nodded: "Okay, I'll convey it to Director Lin."

It was impossible to convey it. He himself didn't know what health products were, and Lin Xinran didn't know either. How could something that didn't exist at all appear in a pharmacy?

As for why Lin Xinran recovered so quickly, he assumed it was a problem with her physical condition.

The nurse beside her changed her medicine and followed the doctor out of the ward.

Just a few minutes after they left, Lin Xinran slowly opened his eyes.

The moment her eyes met the light, she squinted a little uncomfortably, waiting to adapt. When she was almost adapted, she opened her eyes again and took a quick look at the current environment. After confirming that she was in the ward, her severe vigilance was relieved a little.

Duan Ziyuan, who was looking down at the medical records, seemed to have noticed something and looked up at the bed.

"Ran Ran...you're awake, how do you feel?"

When Duan Ziyuan saw that she woke up, he quickly put down the medical records in his hand, took the disposable cup beside him, poured a cup of warm water, walked to the bedside, carefully helped her sit up, put the cup of water to her lips, and fed her to drink.

Lin Xinran drank a few sips of water, and only then did she feel her throat feeling a little better.

"How many days have I been in a coma?"

"It'll be a short day, just one day. How do you feel? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Lin Xinran pursed her lips and shook her head.