Late at night, torrential rain poured down.

In the city's most senior and authoritative private hospital, all the senior managers and staff on duty are waiting respectfully at the gate of the hospital, and they dare not come out.

A black Bentley came galloping through the wind and rain, and stopped steadily in front of everyone.

The driver quickly got out of the car, quickly went around to the back seat of the car and pulled the door, and bowed 90 degrees.

A woman in a haute couture suit with delicate makeup that could not tell her actual age got out of the car with the help of her secretary.

"Hello ma'am!"

The staff waiting at the entrance of the hospital bowed 90 degrees as if they were being reviewed.

The woman known as Madame waved her hand indifferently, accompanied by the secretary and bodyguards, and walked into the gate of the hospital without hurrying, accompanied by the president, vice president and several important staff members respectfully accompanied by both sides.

The more the woman known as Madame walked towards the hospital, the more gloomy her her face became.

The dean who was accompanying him wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his head, and asked respectfully and cautiously

"Madame, why did you come here in person?"

Mrs. Bo looked at the building of the inpatient department with a calm gaze and answered the question.

"Is she dead?"

Without the indifferent voice of emotional fluctuations, the dean was simply scared out of a cold sweat.

"Mrs. Hui, no."

When he replied, the dean's liver was trembling, and he seemed very unhappy that the lady had survived.

Also, after all, such a strange person, if it weren't for the doctor's professional ethics and someone who ordered them to do their best to treat him, the dean would not have been able to strangle that strange man to eliminate harm for the people.

It's just a pity that that strange thing doesn't know if it's the smoke from the ancestral tomb or what, the injury is so serious that he didn't die, but he just kept sleeping.

Hey, the scourge is a thousand years old.

The dean was feeling emotional, when he saw the medical staff in charge of the strange flower hurriedly walking towards him, whispering two words in his ear and then quickly retreating.

"She's awake?"

Madame Bo's murderous gaze scraped grimly on him, and the dean's legs trembled, and he nodded in despair

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Bo's hands were clenched, and the knuckles of her five fingers were pinched white, and she laughed angrily

"She's dead!"

Leng Sensen's voice made everyone present shudder.

No one dared to answer.

Mrs. Bo's gloomy gaze swept over a lit room in the inpatient department and spoke indifferently

"It's all negotiated over there?"

The secretary, who was one step away from Mrs. Bo, replied respectfully

"Mrs. Hui, it's all settled, although that woman is indeed hopeless, but her talent is worthy of recognition, the other party's team has no problems in operation, it's just ......"

The secretary hesitated

"Say!"

"It's not difficult to praise her, but the other party's intentions are not small, if she uses public opinion to deal with us in the future, I'm afraid it won't end well."

Mrs. Bo sneered coldly: "I can hold her up as high as I can make her fall as badly, if she knows each other, forget it, if she wants to shake the tree with a mayfly, hehe......"

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VIP Ward

The young girl lying on the hospital bed was frowning, as if she was enduring some great pain.

"Lifelike ......"

"Lifelike ......"

"Lifelike ......"

Headache......

The so-called headache is probably like this, the head seems to be torn, and the painful soul is trembling.

What's even more hateful is that there is a voice called a soul that keeps calling a name similar to her.

"Lifelike ......"

"Lifelike ......"

"Lifelike ......"

The head of the mud horse! What kind of soul is it called, who is called Sheng Xuxu, who do you call it! Don't call me!