In the pink princess room, Zhang Hong closed the door.
Zhang Hong helped Soumuni to sit on the bed, and then she half-knelt to help her massage her knees.
"Mu Ni, does it still hurt?" Zhang Hong looked at Soumuni with a distressed expression, and the expression on her face looked very sincere.
Even Soumuni didn't see that she was acting. She believed it, bit her lips, and said, "It hurts."
"You silly child, haven't I been giving you hints with my eyes? Your father is a hard-mouthed but soft-hearted person. If you had admitted your mistake earlier, you wouldn't have to kneel for so long, "Zhang Hong said kindly as she massaged Soumuni's reddened knees.
"Mom, do you think I'm really wrong? What did I do wrong? Why does Dad have to be like this? " A trace of malice appeared on Soumuni's embarrassed face. She still didn't realize her mistake, and in her heart, she hated Zhou Manchun even more.
"Your father has no choice. Think about it, he and Jin Jiahe have been good brothers for so many years. Mu Ni, didn't Mom tell you before? This matter has to wait for Xu Ningsheng to say it, and not for you to announce the photos. Why can't you keep your cool? "Zhang Hong sighed melancholically and said.
"I really hate her." Soumuni gritted her teeth and said. Suddenly, she jumped off the bed and nimbly flipped to the bedside table to find the stack of photos.
Soumuni kept the negatives and originals of the photos. Such a thick stack was useless now. Originally, Zhang Hong wanted her to anonymously send the photos to Jin Beisen, and let Jin Beisen guess for himself. However, Soumuni couldn't take it lying down. When she saw Zhou Manchun, who was very proud at Jin Zihang's birthday party, she immediately had evil thoughts.
She didn't expect that one slip would cause everlasting sorrow …
"What are you doing with the photos now?" Zhang Hong opened her mouth and looked at Soumuni with unclear eyes, not knowing what she wanted to do.
Soon, Soumuni asked the servant to bring up a useless iron basin, and then closed the bedroom door tightly.
On the open-air balcony, the night was like smoke lingering in the air, and the stars were blocked by the clouds, faintly discernible.
Soumuni flicked the Zippo lighter, and the light of the lighter flashed a faint blue light. She held the stack of photos and negatives in her left hand and slowly approached the flickering blue light …
The red flame sprang up, and all the photos were quickly burned to ashes, turning into light ashes and floating in the night sky.
That was Jin Beisen's order. After Su Muni left, Jin Beisen had sent her a WeChat message, telling her to destroy all the photos, or else she would have to bear the consequences.
Soumuni knew the principle of hitting a rock with an egg, so she chose to listen to Jin Beisen, because the photos had already been exposed, and they had lost their value.
The night was blurry, and the night breeze blew. Soumuni stared at the stack of photos with dull and listless eyes, feeling a sense of loss in her heart …
The next day, at Jiaru Hospital.
Zhou Manchun had just finished two surgeries and was about to ask Jiang Jingqi to go to the cafeteria for a meal. Before she returned to the Cardiology Department, her phone rang.
She answered the phone, and it was a call from a family member of a patient who was discharged last month.
"Doctor Zhou? I'm Linlin's mother, do you still remember? " A middle-aged woman in tattered clothes held the phone shakily, and her body could not help but shrink forward.
Behind her, there were two men holding two guns against her waist. The middle-aged woman did not dare to turn her head to look back, so she could only follow the man's instructions and call Zhou Manchun.
Zhou Manchun had a good memory, and she could still remember all the patients who had passed through her hands. This patient named Sun Lin was only nine years old, and she had just been discharged last month. Her family was not well off, and the hospital staff even donated money to them for the surgery.
"Yes, I remember. Linlin's mother, what's the matter?" Zhou Manchun asked politely.
"Linlin seems to have a relapse of heart disease. When she woke up this morning, she kept saying that she has angina pectoris. We … we don't have money now. Doctor Zhou, please come to my house and see Linlin, okay?" A string of helpless tears hung on the middle-aged woman's thin face, and she turned to look at the child whose hands and feet were tied up on the bed.
"How is Linlin now?" Zhou Manchun asked anxiously.
"She has been screaming for the whole morning, and her heart is in pain. Doctor Zhou, I have no choice but to call you." The middle-aged woman could not help but break down, and tears flowed down her cheeks.
In the morning, when she was about to take her daughter to eat breakfast, five men in black clothes rushed into her house as soon as she opened the door. They took out their guns and fired at the light bulb in her house. At first, she thought that it was a fake gun, but she did not expect it to be real. She was shocked.
The men in black gave her a brief and clear request. They wanted her to trick Zhou Manchun to come over. She called Zhou Manchun the whole morning, but Zhou Manchun did not answer. The men in black thought that she was tricking her, so they tied her daughter up.
"Okay, send the address to my phone, and I'll come over immediately." Zhou Manchun walked into the office, quickly changed her clothes, and was ready to go out.
Jiang Jingqi followed behind her and asked in a dignified manner, "Xiaochun, are you going for lunch?"
"Xiaoqi, you go with Sister Weng. I have something to do, so I have to go out." Zhou Manchun picked up her bag. A person's life was at stake, and she had no time to eat now.
"What happened?" Jiang Jingqi frowned. Seeing Zhou Manchun in a hurry, her heart was in her mouth.
"I have a patient named Sun Lin from last month. That little girl is very pitiful. She has a heart disease at the age of nine. Just now, her mother called me and said that she can't afford the medical fees, so she wants me to go and see her daughter." Zhou Manchun pursed her lips and said seriously.
"Why? Xiaochun, you are too kind," Jiang Jingqi said unhappily. Zhou Manchun was really a benevolent doctor and a Bodhisattva.
Logically, a patient who had been discharged for so long had nothing to do with her. In such a situation, even if she refused and didn't go, it was also human nature.
"Xiaoqi, it's not that I'm kind, but it's a human life after all. Moreover, the little girl is only nine years old, and her family is in a difficult situation. I'm doing a good deed, and it's not like I'll lose a piece of meat by helping them." Zhou Manchun didn't care, and the corner of her mouth raised a pure smile.
"Then I'll go with you. At least I can help you a little." Jiang Jingqi curled her lips. Although she had an unhappy expression on her face, her heart was also soft.
"Okay." Zhou Manchun smiled and held Jiang Jingqi's hand.
According to the address sent by Linlin's mother, Zhou Manchun parked the car by the roadside, and then walked into a dilapidated building with Jiang Jingqi.
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