At this time, Teacher Zhang hurriedly took the bank card from Song Chan's hand and said, "I'll help pay the bill, Xiaoyu'er's father, you should also go and have a look." ”

Zhang Jing was a little moved in his heart, no matter what reason Song Chan had to marry her, at least the money she took out at this moment of crisis was real.

It may have been difficult to repay on your own in the past, but now it's different.

There is a mysterious medical inheritance, and it should be no problem to earn at least 200,000 yuan and return it to Song Chan.

The hospital received 200,000 yuan for the operation, and the operation was carried out immediately, and Zhang Jing's hanging heart finally let go of most of it.

As long as the operation goes well, my daughter's condition can be controlled at least temporarily.

As for the future, with the inheritance of medicine, he believes that by that time he will be the best doctor, and his daughter will eventually be able to grow up happily like other healthy children.

After the matter was done here, the doctor in the emergency department of the hospital also found Zhang Jing and examined him.

Most of the injuries on his body had been healed in the ambulance using magical medical techniques, except for the leg injury.

Eventually, he was sent to the orthopedic department, and after being put in a cast, the doctor told him not to walk around for a month, and to go to the hospital on time to apply medicine and reapply the cast, after which he could leave.

Song Chan accompanied her throughout the whole process, although her magical attitude was still cold, but as long as she was needed, she would take the initiative to stand up.

Of course, most of them are paid for.

After a lot of work, the operation in the operating room was still going on, Zhang Jing was relieved, and pushed the wheelchair to the outside of the operating room.

Song Chan, who came with him, had a calm expression on her face and said, "I have found the best doctor, don't worry." ”

"Thank you."

Zhang Jing looked at the door of the operating room and thanked him sincerely.

"Don't thank me, just promise to marry me." Song Chan's goal is still clear.

Hearing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but look back at her: "I don't quite understand, why do you have to marry me?" ”

"You don't need to know this, you just have to nod your head."

Song Chan didn't have the meaning to explain the reason, and continued to bid the code: "The previous condition was that after getting married, I would give you 100,000 living expenses every month, and this condition can be negotiated." ”

"After the operation, I can also pay for the follow-up recovery treatment."

"In addition, I can give you another five million in one lump sum, and you just need to promise me that you will play the role of my husband in the next two months."

"Two months?" Zhang Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, two months is the minimum period, and after the expiration of the period, you can continue if you want, and the condition of 100,000 per month is still counted."

Glancing at Zhang Jing, Song Chan continued: "Don't worry, you don't need to do anything to be my husband, engagement banquets, wedding banquets, and some regular must-attend cocktail parties, that's all." ”

Song Chan's conditions sounded very tempting, and no one would refuse such a price.

The most important thing is that if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the medical Taoist inheritance, Zhang Jing didn't think that he could be worth five million, and two hundred thousand would be enough.

The most difficult thing in the world is human affection.

When she heard that her daughter needed 200,000 yuan for surgery, and she obviously couldn't get it, Song Chan didn't hesitate.

Even at that time, he had not agreed to the request to get married.

For this alone, Zhang Jing couldn't repay it, so at this time, he naturally had to nod.

"Okay, I'll do everything I can to play the role of the husband you need."

As if he didn't expect Zhang Jing to suddenly agree, Song Chan subconsciously turned her head and glanced at him.

After a moment, he held out his hand to him and said, "Well, happy cooperation." ”

Seeing this, Zhang Jing smiled bitterly, and always felt that this marriage contract was like a business.

But in the end, he stretched out his hand and shook Song Chan gently.

The operation lasted for several hours, and the two of them stayed at the door of the operating room until the red light turned green and the doctor came out of it, and Zhang Jing pushed the wheelchair to meet it as soon as possible.

"Doctor, how's it going, how is my daughter?"

"The operation went well, most of the patient's brain tumor has been removed, but there is still a small part that cannot be completely removed, and it needs to be followed up for observation and treatment, and your family members don't have to worry too much, and there will be no major danger under normal circumstances."

The doctor removed his mask and said to the two.

Hearing this, Zhang Jing breathed a long sigh of relief, and then hurriedly said, "Thank you, doctor." ”

"You're welcome, the patient must be transferred to the intensive care unit first, at least twenty-four hours later, the family can go in, you go back first."

After that, the doctor walked away.

Song Chan stood next to Zhang Jing and asked, "Do you want to go to the intensive care unit first?" ”

"It's okay, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first, it should be too late at this time."

Shaking his head, Zhang Jing smiled at Song Chan and said.

Song Chan's mouth moved, and for the first time her face showed a different expression, and finally nodded.

Then she made another phone call and arranged for someone to come and pick them up.

Soon after the two came out of the hospital, the female secretary who had driven Song Chan to deliver the household registration book and ID card drove a Mercedes-Benz top business car, and the two of them went to Zhang Jing's rented rental house to get his household registration book and ID card.

Then I rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In the end, when the two arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, there was only half an hour left before others got off work.

The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau saw that Zhang Jing was in a wheelchair and had to come to apply for a marriage certificate, so they gave him a special case on the spot, and all the procedures were simple.

Finally got the marriage certificate, and at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Song Chan let out a long breath of turbidity.

Zhang Jing sat in a wheelchair and asked, "What do you need me to do with you next?" ”

"No need for the time being, I have some things to do, you go back to the hospital first, I will find someone to arrange the best ward for you and the child, and then I will go over when I finish my errands."

Knowing that Song Chan was so eager to get a marriage certificate must have her reasons, Zhang Jing didn't ask much.

After returning to the hospital, he did not go to the senior ward arranged for him by Song Chan, but came to the intensive care room.

Through the window, looking at his daughter lying in the sterile cabin with tubes all over her body, Zhang Jing's heart couldn't help but tingle.

"Little Yu'er, it's all bad to blame Dad for letting you suffer so many sins at such a young age, don't worry, when you wake up, Dad will work hard to learn medical skills in the future and treat you personally!"

With his palm on the window glass, Zhang Jing made a promise with a firm expression.

He stayed outside the intensive care unit for four or five hours until it was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, when the sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor was heard in the silent hallway.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Song Chan walking over with a delicate lunch box in her hand.

Zhang Jing's heart moved, thinking that Song Chan said that she would come over after finishing her errands was just talking, and it was already so late, she would definitely not be able to come over again, but she didn't expect her to really come.

Walking closer, Song Chan turned around and looked inside the intensive care unit, while handing the lunch box in her hand to Zhang Jing.