I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2551 - 1602: What I Can Give You

The new location of the city center hospital.

Yes.

Right next to the train station.

Did Zhang Zhongquan choose Greenfield Phase II really just because of his cousin Jiang Huazi’s suggestion?

No.

He’s clearly someone with his own strong opinions.

What he valued were the facilities around the train station; besides the central hospital, Sha City’s best middle and high schools have moved nearby.

In a way, he has achieved his desire.

Although he couldn’t live in the house, he ended up in the new location of the central hospital.

When the Fang Family hurriedly came out of the elevator upon hearing the news, they saw Hong Ou smoking alone by the window at the end of the corridor.

Seeing this scene, Fang Weiguo couldn’t help but feel a sinking sensation in his heart.

He thought the other had already quit smoking.

"Uncle."

Indeed.

Jiang Chen also came, traveling through the night.

Lost in thought, Hong Ou turned his head, hastily extinguishing his cigarette on the ground, and walked over to greet them.

"Brother Fang, Sister Pan, Qing Qing, Xiao Chen..."

"Alright."

This wasn’t the time for pleasantries, Pan Hui promptly asked, "How’s the situation?"

Traditionally, people should bring something when visiting the hospital, but they came empty-handed, in a rush, without preparation.

Hong Ou was silent for a moment before sighing, "Not very optimistic."

"How serious is it?"

Fang Weiguo asked in a deep voice.

Hong Ou glanced towards the end of the corridor, speaking slowly, "Still lying in the ICU, just finished emergency surgery. The doctor said that there was significant bleeding; the brain nerves and brainstem have suffered varying degrees of damage. We need to be mentally prepared that even if he pulls through, there might be long-term aftereffects."

Although Hong Ou spoke lightly, his words landed heavily in the silent corridor, making the hospital’s already cold atmosphere even more oppressive.

A brain hemorrhage is considered the most severe complication of high blood pressure.

Language impairment, paralysis, even becoming a vegetative state... these are all possible consequences.

In other words.

Even if a person survives, the days ahead might feel worse than death.

"Alas."

Fang Weiguo sighed deeply.

Against the cold white walls of the hospital, all those past grudges felt inconsequential.

"How did this happen?"

Pan Hui appeared sorrowful.

Kind-hearted people are like this.

Even if they dislike someone, they wouldn’t curse for misfortunes to befall that person.

"Could it be because of being arrested, too emotionally unstable?"

Fang Weiguo speculated.

Hong Ou shook his head, "I don’t really know."

"Dad, Mom, we should go take a look at the ICU."

Fang Qing spoke up.

"Okay." Fang Weiguo nodded.

"Let’s go."

Hong Ou led the way.

ICU family members definitely couldn’t go in; they could only stay outside, still about twenty or thirty meters away, when the heartrending cries reached everyone’s ears.

Mai Encui sat on a chair, bawling, and Jiang Huazi beside her couldn’t calm her down, feeling lost and helpless.

Pan Hui hurriedly ran over.

"Sister Pan."

Jiang Huazi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why is my life so bitter..."

Mai Encui beat her chest and stamped her feet, her crying was so intense that she was almost suffocating; this physical reaction from excessive sadness couldn’t be faked.

The term "husband and wife" became very tangible at this moment.

Zhang Zhongquan might have been lazy, spending long periods idling, but at least he didn’t indulge in vices, and when he made peace with Green Land, he immediately withdrew the money to give to his wife. At most, he only bought some high-end fruits that he usually couldn’t afford, and where did most of these fruits end up?

With his wife and children.

He didn’t hide the villa that was gift enough for a lifetime of comfort; straightforwardly, he called his wife over to share the surprise together. Would some men be so honest?

It’s likely that others might secretly hide it, try to get a divorce quickly to rid themselves of their nagging shrew at home, and then casually find a new love.

With a million-dollar villa, what kind of woman couldn’t one find?

So.

Zhang Zhongquan’s selfishness was directed towards outsiders; to his own household, he was exceedingly loyal, perhaps more so than most men in the world.

Did Mai Encui not know this?

Of course, she knew.

Otherwise, why did she only curse but never leave all these years?

Mai Encui’s emotional reaction touched Fang Qing somewhat; in her industry, she had seen many couples with different dreams, some treating their bedmate as an opponent to strategize against, always pondering not how to live well together but how, in case of an accident, to secure maximum benefits for themselves.

Of course.

Perhaps it’s also because the Zhang Family doesn’t have any assets to divide?

Fang Weiguo couldn’t bear to witness this tragic scene, looked around, and asked Hong Ou in a low voice, "Where’s the police?"