I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2552 - 1602: Let Me Get You Something

"I didn’t see him when I came."

Fang Weiguo frowned, puzzled, "Zhang Zhongquan is still a suspect in extortion, don’t the police watch him?"

Hong Ou remained silent for a moment, then looked towards the ICU.

"Brother Fang, do you think Zhang Zhongquan can still run?"

Fang Weiguo was speechless, feeling a bit awkward.

"But... the incident happened at the police station. Are they really just letting it go?"

"You’ll have to ask Mai Encui about that."

Hong Ou said in a low voice.

Fang Weiguo looked again at Mai Encui, who was beside herself, and sighed again, falling silent.

It was obviously not a fitting time to discuss other matters now.

No need to add insult to injury.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Fang Qing moved towards the boy sitting behind his mother.

He wasn’t very old, but he was quite big; if he stood up, he might be about as tall as she was, and possibly even heavier.

"You’re called Xiao Qiang, right?"

She sat down beside the boy.

The boy turned to her bewilderedly, then nodded dazedly.

Fang Qing smiled slightly, "Do you know me?"

The boy shook his head blankly.

Fang Qing then looked towards the person standing with her father, not sure what he was thinking, and raised her hand to point, "Do you know him?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang, or rather, more accurately, Zhang Xiaopang, looked over immediately, almost without hesitation, shaking his head like a rattle.

"He’s your brother, don’t you recognize him?"

"Brother?"

Zhang Xiaopang’s eyes widened, becoming even more puzzled.

The chubby boy, with seemingly good skin, and fair as well—Fang Qing wanted to pinch his chubby face but restrained herself, considering what had happened to his family.

"You probably haven’t seen each other for a long time, so you’ve forgotten. Go on, say hi to your brother."

Zhang Xiaopang shook his head again like ringing a bell.

"Gurgling..."

A strange sound suddenly echoed.

Fang Qing glanced down at his round belly and whispered, "Didn’t have dinner?"

"Mm."

Zhang Xiaopang finally responded, not just nodding or shaking his head, with a tinge of grievance in his simple answer.

For a chubby kid, especially, there’s nothing more torturous than an empty stomach.

"Do you want sister to take you to get something to eat?"

Zhang Xiaopang’s vacant eyes finally lit up, but hearing his mother’s crying in front, they quickly dimmed, showing some hesitation.

"It’s okay. Your mom will be fine. There are so many people with her."

Fang Qing pulled Zhang Xiaopang to his feet and led him out of the waiting area.

"This child hasn’t eaten, let’s take him outside to get some food."

"Yes, go ahead, don’t let the child go hungry."

Fang Weiguo said compassionately.

Hospitals, after all, are not places for long stays, especially for children.

Yet.

There’s no other choice.

One can’t just leave the child at home alone.

Besides.

When Mai Encui received the notice, she likely also considered it might be their last meeting.

Jiang Chen nodded, and together with Fang Qing, led Zhang Xiaopang, who was likely his cousin, out of the hospital building, leaving the hospital.

The hospital entrance was quite lively, with many vendors and customers, almost all being relatives and friends of patients.

The warmth of the bustling streets outside diluted the cold, bleak atmosphere from the hospital.

"What do you want to eat?"

Fang Qing asked.

"Fried, fried rice noodles!"

Zhang Xiaopang raised his hand excitedly, pointing to a food cart.

The three walked over.

"Do you want to eat?"

"I’m not hungry."

"I’m a bit hungry."

"Didn’t you eat at home?"

"I did. Don’t you think it smells really good?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Let’s share a bowl."

Fang Qing said firmly, then said to the vendor, "Boss, two bowls of fried rice noodles, mildly spicy, add sausages."

"Sister, I want two sausages."

Zhang Xiaopang said timidly.

Fang Qing chuckled softly, "Boss, add two sausages to each bowl!"

"Alright. You can sit in the back. Once this batch is done, it’s yours."

There were a few tables and stools set up behind the stall, quite convenient.

"Do you want to eat anything else?"

Fang Qing asked considerately, just because the chubby kid didn’t call her auntie.

Zhang Xiaopang looked around, "Skewers, I want to eat cold skewers."

"Does your mom let you eat this much?"

Boss Jiang finally couldn’t help but speak up.

Zhang Xiaopang immediately closed his mouth, looking at Boss Jiang with a hint of fear, understandably, compared to Qing Gege, the stern-looking person lacked a lot of approachability.

"A bowl isn’t much. Sister will go get it for you."

Fang Qing left.

Leaving the two brothers staring at each other.

Zhang Xiaopang soon lowered his head, nervously twiddling his fingers.

Chubby kids, they always seem to be a bit timid.

Jiang Chen found a table behind the noodle stall, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Zhang Xiaopang stood beside, fidgeting, probably more out of fear than shyness towards his "cousin."

Jiang Chen finally couldn’t help but laugh.

"Do I look that scary?"

So odd.

Clearly, Qing Gege was the cunning one.

Kids are so easily fooled.

Zhang Xiaopang said nothing, looked down at the ground.

Jiang Chen deliberately put on a serious face.

"Sit."

Zhang Xiaopang flinched, grudgingly, not daring to oppose the intimidating person, he slowly sat down on a small folding chair.

"Creak..."

The poorly made chair groaned painfully.

"You’re so young and yet so big, if you don’t control your diet, by the time you’re my age, all sorts of illnesses will come calling."

Zhang Xiaopang sat down but remained silent, as if by doing so, the intimidating person wasn’t there.

Feeling ignored, Boss Jiang was both amused and exasperated, "Didn’t you hear me talking to you? What grade are you in? Didn’t your teacher teach you about respect?"