Jing Yihong nodded, without refuting or explaining, but his handsome eyebrows and eyes looked extremely tired, and even his water-colored lips were so light that he could barely see clearly.

The doctor wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything when he looked at Jing Yihong's eyes, he shook his head helplessly, and sighed lightly: "Today's young people, they just don't care for themselves, and they don't want to die at work!" ”

Jing Yihong's brows were tightly twisted, and everything in the past month was replayed in his heart like a movie clip.

Why did this matter settle so quickly? Why did Ruan Qianya sort out the materials so quickly?

It's not because these materials are readily available, but because in the corner that Jing Yihong didn't see, Ruan Qianya put in a thousand times the effort, even at the cost of overdrawing her body!

Inside the Holy Mercy Spiritual Sanatorium.

Most of the people living here are people who are in poor mental condition and have difficulty controlling them even with medication.

The patients here are not respected at all, even the nurses and doctors never show them a good face.

Because people's tenderness and kindness are for those who can perceive it, why waste it on a group of people who don't even know warmth and coldness, crying and laughing?

What's more, many of the patients here are aggressive, sometimes the doctor just conducts a routine examination on them, and they will be beaten violently, and some time ago there was a doctor who bit off the patient's wrist.

Because there is no one to take care of them, and no one cares about them, the patients here are not only crazy, but also unkempt. Only Ruan Feiyu, under Ruan Qianya's special instructions, was taken care of quite well.

Of course, it's still a lot worse than normal people.

Today, in the Holy Mercy Spiritual Sanatorium, there is a special person.

The man was slender, spotless in an ironed suit, with a compelling dignity on his face, and his gestures were not as elegant as mortals.

Not to mention that he seems to have a refined temperament in this spiritual sanatorium, even if he is placed in high society, he is definitely the top figure in high society.

The director of the sanatorium personally ran to the door to pick up the man, nodded at him, and looked eager to kneel down and kowtow to the man.

The dean stretched out his hand with a shy face, smiling like a servile: "Mr. Fu, why did you come here in person!" This place is a mess, don't get your eyes dirty! ”

The person called Mr. Fu looked at the dean with a smile, and he didn't even mean to shake hands with him, and his narrow eyes showed a little narrowness: "We are doing business, and the place where we have invested money will naturally come over to take a look, what if the money is spent elsewhere?" ”

The dean retracted his hand and continued to smile: "What you said, we guarantee that the destination of each money is very clear, and there will definitely be no problem!" ”

The dean raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zhirong, who was a head taller than him, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Mr. Fu, who has been abroad for more than ten years and suddenly returned to China last month, did not buy land or invest in a company, but directly invested in this nursing home.

The dean simply wondered if he had something wrong with his brain abroad, this half-dead sanatorium, and by investing money in it, he was doing charity.

Fu Zhirong seemed to be able to hear his words, he quietly turned his head to look at the boss, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile. Newcastle

"Dean, you're right, I'm here to do charity. But I want you to know that a businessman never does a loss-making business. ”

The slander in the dean's heart was suddenly debunked by him, he wiped the sweat on his forehead in embarrassment, and said continuously: "Yes, yes, Mr. Fu, every decision you make is extremely wise!" ”

Fu Zhirong stopped talking nonsense with him, and said directly: "You should have a patient named Ruan Feiyu here, take me to see her." ”

The dean said with an embarrassed face: "This person's condition is unstable, and he is the object of key care, so he can't follow his opinions without orders from above." ”

"Oh?" Fu Zhirong raised his sword eyebrows, and his lips curled as if he wanted to hear some joke, "What about you?" What deans can be seen? ”

The dean didn't understand the meaning of what he said, but nodded stunned: "I still have this right, after all, I am a ...... of the nursing home"

Before the dean's words were finished, Fu Zhirong gestured to the people behind him, and in an instant, two people surrounded him and directly restrained the dean.

The dean's fat body was clamped down all of a sudden, and he couldn't even move, his eyes widened in surprise: "Mr. Fu, what do you mean by this?!" ”

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Fu Zhirong's cold eyes: "I don't mean anything else, I just want you to make a simple choice." Are you going to let me in today, or are you going to kill you now and I'll be the dean. ”

The dean was so frightened that he trembled, and the cold sweat on his forehead was one after another, and he said in a loud voice: "I will arrange it immediately, and call you to see her immediately!" ”

Fu Zhirong glared at him with disgust: "It would be good if I was so smart earlier, and the people who saved me had to do it." ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look back, and went directly to the sanatorium, without the dean's guidance, he went directly to Ruan Feiyu's door.

The dean didn't know what to say, and the people who were guarding Ruan Feiyu's door quickly left, leaving only the crazy Ruan Feiyu and Fu Zhirong in the whole room.

Fu Zhirong casually pulled over a stool, sat on it leisurely with his legs crossed, and looked at Ruan Feiyu intently: "She looks really good, and she is a little similar to your sister." It's just a pity that I'm going to waste the rest of my life here. ”

Ruan Feiyu didn't look at him, still hanging her head, stroking her belly, and screaming the baby one by one.

"Don't pretend." Fu Zhirong's expression was a little impatient, "Even if you fool those experts in spiritual evaluation, you can't fool me." ”

Ruan Feiyu was still immersed in her own world as if she hadn't heard it, and said those few words over and over again.

Fu Zhirong stood up and walked lightly in front of Ruan Feiyu: "There is no one outside now, only me and you." ”

He didn't know what perfume he was wearing, and it smelled of saltpeter and waves, alternating between the two, and smelling with a murderous aura.

He leaned down close to Ruan Feiyu's ear and said softly: "I know you still hate Ruan Qianya, how about I help you take revenge?" ”

Ruan Feiyu's body slammed suddenly, and at this moment Fu Zhirong was keenly aware of it.

He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Ruan Feiyu, with endless tenderness in his eyes.

"What a slender and beautiful pair of hands, who should have lived like a pampered princess, but now they are dead in this filthy sanatorium. I'm here to save you, okay? ”