Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

At this moment, Wang Fuchun was obviously unaware of the strange looks from the people around him. He was still immersed in his best-seller performance, crying and complaining about the importance of Li Huaide to the steel mill.

But the strange thing was that no matter how Wang Fuchun cried, Li Huaide, who was lying on the hospital bed with bandages all over his body, did not say a word. Just when Wang Fuchun was wondering if Li Huaide had been hit into a vegetable, or was still in a coma due to excessive blood loss.

The nurse on duty, who was watching the show with a half-smile on her face, took a look at the door number, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped her head and said in surprise, "Oh no, we're in the wrong ward. This is ward number 23, and the patient you want to visit is in ward number 32. The door number was not fixed, so this problem occurred."

"What the hell? Are you saying that the person lying on the hospital bed without saying a word is not Li Huaide?"

Wang Fuchun was extremely depressed. He had been suppressing his grief for such a long time before coming to the hospital to visit Li Huaide. His only intention was to show his loyalty to Li Huaide and test whether Li Huaide was really going to collapse.

Who would have expected that such an enthusiastic performance would lead to such a misunderstanding? What's more, I only have so many tears in total. After crying them all at once, I can't just put some saliva in the corners of my eyes when I really meet Li Huaide later.

"You know you are not our Director Li, so why are you pretending to be a grandson? Your mouth looks like it was sewn shut with needles. You deserve to be in the hospital, wrapped in bandages."

Wang Fuchun gave a vicious look to the patient lying on the bed, then followed the nurse on duty to find Li Huaide, cursing.

The patient lying on the hospital bed had a surprisingly good temper and patience. He let Wang Fuchun torment him without even farting, which made Wang Fuchun feel bored and leave in anger.

Li Weijun was walking in front, thinking about how to find out what Li Huaide was thinking about. Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure walking towards the bathroom.

The tall girl with two big black braids, a pretty face revealing a hint of bitterness, is Liu Lan, whom I haven't seen for a long time.

"Eh? Sister Liu, what a coincidence that we meet in the hospital today. Are you feeling unwell?"

Liu Lan, who was full of worries, suddenly heard these familiar words. Her face instantly lit up with joy. She quickly raised her head and saw that it was indeed Li Weijun, whom she had been thinking about day and night. She immediately smiled happily.

"Wei Jun, didn't you go to Shanghai to purchase internal reference films? I heard from Xu Damao that it would take more than a month. How come you're back so soon..."

Liu Lan was very excited and was about to say something, but after taking a look at Wang Fuchun, Zhang Yunzhen and others following behind him, he realized that there would be a lot of gossips, so he swallowed and chose to remain silent.

Li Weijun didn't care about these trivial matters. He just thought that Liu Lan was sick and went to the hospital. After all, she was his woman, so he asked with some concern: "Sister Lan, why did you come to the hospital for no reason? Is there something wrong with your body these days? Is it serious? Your health is your capital. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me as soon as possible. Don't be shy and reluctant to speak up."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yunzhen, who was trying to figure out what kind of person Li Weijun was, couldn't help but look dark, and he had a strange guess in his mind.

If I'm not mistaken, judging by the intimacy and ambiguity of the conversation, this person called Liu Lan could be...

Wang Fuchun didn't care about anything. He was concentrating on thinking about how to behave in front of Li Huaide. He suddenly saw Liu Lan and didn't realize there was anything wrong. He even greeted her.

Then, at the reminder of the nurse on duty, he woke up as if from a dream and quickly slipped into the bathroom next door to wash his face. He wet the inconspicuous part of his sleeve with water, preparing to moisten the corners of his eyes when the time was right.

If she said something like this in front of Li Huaide, even if she couldn't shed tears, she might be able to lie while turning her head away to talk.

Liu Lan suddenly felt warm in her heart when she heard Li Weijun's caring question. She shook her head and said with a strange look on her face, "I'm in good health. I don't have a cold or a headache. It's just that my husband went to the toilet the night before yesterday. I don't know who he offended. He was knocked unconscious with a stick in the toilet and thrown into the toilet. He just had his stomach washed and he can't even speak a word until now."

"You mean, your man was hit with a club and thrown into the toilet when he was going to the bathroom, and the word 'again' was used? This..."

Hearing Liu Lan's explosive news, Li Weijun couldn't help but be speechless. This matter was really vicious.

The next day, in the scorching summer, the squirming protein in the toilet was probably enough to make a person vomit out all the overnight meals, not to mention being knocked unconscious with a club and thrown in there.

Li Weijun didn't even dare to think about this beautiful scene. He shrank his neck in fear. However, suddenly, Li Weijun felt that this sinister trick was somewhat familiar.

This despicable trick seems to be the work of Song Gongming.

At this time, Li Weijun remembered that before he went to Shanghai to purchase internal reference films, because he was angry about Liu Lan being abused by her husband, Li Weijun specifically instructed Song Gongming to find a way to teach Liu Lan's husband a lesson.

Judging from the situation, if nothing unexpected happens, it might be something Song Gongming would do.

He was a storyteller and singer under the overpass before, and he had all kinds of dirty tricks up his sleeve. While the villagers were pulling manure carts to the city to pick up manure, he quietly ambushed in the courtyard where Liu Lan was.

It is perfectly normal to lead someone to hit someone with a club and then run away.

Thinking of this, Li Weijun suddenly felt a little sorry for Liu Lan's husband. Why didn't he drink a full cup?

"Oh, by the way, my husband is at the 23rd. I was just about to call the nurse on duty. He keeps yelling as if something is wrong, and then he is silent. I am worried that he can't stand this stimulation."

Liu Lan said with some worry that no matter how many faults her man had, after all, the couple had supported each other for so many years, and there was also the bond of their children, so Liu Lan more or less did not want her man to have any problems.

"Ward 23, isn't this the same room we were in just now? No wonder he didn't say a word, like a wooden man..."

Li Weijun suddenly felt that the world was very small. Wang Fuchun had just been crying with tears and snot, but it turned out that the person crying was Liu Lan's husband, and he accidentally fell into the toilet.

If Wang Fuchun knew this, wouldn't he be sick for days?