Chapter 78: Madness on the Eve of Parting 8

This is one of the best hospitals in the city.

It is said to be the largest outpatient clinic in the world and the largest in the world. The treatment of doctors is also world-class, and the monthly salary of many experts is as high as seven figures, and many large foreign institutions cannot poach people.

Being able to live in a VIP ward in such a hospital shows that the Jiang family was really willing to invest in the beginning, and did not treat the old people and almost their children and relatives badly.

Yi Xiangxi stood by a big tree and quietly looked at the old man sitting on the dragon chair. He has reached the point of being in his last years, but he is neatly dressed, his face is solemn, he is well-maintained, he does not have the atrophy and sorrow that patients usually have, and there is a full-time caretaker, which shows that he is living a very good life.

This is a small private garden outside the VIP ward, and there are very few patients coming and going.

The old man didn't know what to say, and the short, chubby and kind middle-aged woman left for the time being. It was as if he was going to fetch something for him.

At this time, Yi Xiangxi slowly walked out.

Qiao Dalin raised his head, just in front of his gaze, and in an instant, his complexion changed.

Yi looked at him westward, his eyes not blinking. However, the old man's eyes almost stopped rolling, and the look of horror was palpable.

Yi Xiangxi smiled and spoke first: "Mr. Qiao, do you think I'm familiar?"

Qiao Dalin's expression became very ugly, as if he was flustered and frightened, and his hands couldn't help but grasp the back of the wheelchair tightly, almost penetrating down. His gaze fell on the man's face, and he tried to look away, but as if he was caught by a magnet, he couldn't move a bit.

This person!

Shaped like a ghost.

It's just that the face in my memory is not so young or so handsome, especially the clean and neat atmosphere...... No, no, no, he's not that person, God willing, he must not be that person.

"You...... You are ......"

"Mr. Joe's memory doesn't seem to be very good...... Liang Zhenhua, do you remember this person?" he got straight to the point and didn't beat around the bush at all.

Qiao Dalin's body shook and he almost fell out of his chair. However, Yi Xiangxi's eyes were quick, and he held him up, polite and smiling: "Mr. Qiao, sit down." ”

Qiao Dalin's eyes flashed with an extreme panic, and he gripped the back of the chair even tighter. If he knew how to Zen, the back of the chair would have been scratched by him a long time ago.

Liang Zhenhua!

The man on the other side was exactly the same as a person.

However, this man has been dead for more than thirty years.

How could it be him?

How?

He gasped, his pale face was bruised, as if he had seen a terrible ghost: "You...... You're finally here...... You're here to settle accounts with me?"

Yi Xiangxi did not answer, changed the topic, and looked at the rooftop outside the ward, some flowers and trees suitable for patients to recuperate. The wards are open to a wide corridor and comfortable rooms, shaped like a hotel. God is really blind, how can such a person deserve such a good old age?

"Mr. Qiao, you can live in such a ward, do you know how you got it?"

The green tendons on the old man's forehead became more obvious, and his thin hands began to tremble.

"Oh, I think you must know it all right...... All of this is in exchange for your daughter's body......"

The poor old man hissed, "Wheat, what have you done to my daughter?"