I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2827 - 1754: Order of Arrival

"Really not going?"

Even spoken indoors, ghosts and gods cannot be desecrated, they can still hear. After breakfast the next day, Fang Weiguo and his wife were ready to go out to meet up with old friends for a chat.

Fang Qing’s attitude remained firm, shaking her head decisively.

Although confused, the couple didn’t insist.

"Have you packed your clothes?" Pan Hui asked.

"Mm."

"Not leaving today, right?"

Fang Weiguo worried that when they came back later, their daughter would be gone.

Obviously, he was overthinking; legal aid truly only plays a supporting role in this matter. It’s not too late to set off once the victim arrives in River City.

"Not leaving."

Fang Qing replied succinctly, showing little expression, like a poker face.

Last night, Fang Weiguo noticed something strange about his daughter, feeling a bit peculiar, perhaps the case of the baby girl in Licheng was causing some pressure for her?

"Alright. Then take a good rest at home and recharge." Fang Weiguo smiled, unable to offer better comfort, picking up some items bought from the mourning shop in the morning, "Then your mom and I are off."

"Mm."

Fang Qing indeed spoke less today.

"Bang."

The newly changed security door opened and closed again.

Left alone at home, Fang Qing didn’t idle. After her parents’ departure, she quickly walked to the storage cabinet, pulled open the drawer, and took out a mask.

This is...

Going out?

At home, there’s definitely no need to wear a mask.

No wonder she didn’t go to Baoshan Cemetery to worship with her parents; she had other plans, possibly handling something more important.

After finding the mask, Fang Qing didn’t immediately go out, deliberately waiting for more than ten minutes, despite her restless mood.

Only after estimating the time for her parents to leave the compound did she quickly head out.

"Bang!"

The security door was slammed shut.

Fang Qing quickly descended the stairs, walking briskly, causing her fluffy goose down jacket to flutter alongside her perpetually straight long hair.

Exiting the hallway, she pulled open the car door, started the engine, and the Maserati smoothly drove out of the unit.

"3, 2—"

The yellow light flashed.

The stylish Maserati Quattroporte showed no sign of slowing down, its engine roared as it dashed across the zebra crossing. Inside the car, Fang Qing pressed her lips tightly together, her hands on the steering wheel blanching from exertion. Compared to the roar of the internal combustion engine, her heartbeat seemed more intense.

Heaven knows how she made it through last night, tossing and turning, getting up multiple times to consult various AI software, receiving results akin to copy-paste, all uniformly urging her to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Exactly.

Qing Gege is someone who heeds advice.

If not to prevent her parents’ suspicion, she would have set off as soon as dawn broke.

As a legal worker, the Maserati drove on the edge of dangerous driving, reducing an average twenty-minute journey to just over ten minutes upon making a left turn into the parking lot.

"Phew..."

Fang Qing exhaled deeply, reversing the car into an outdoor parking spot, watching the patients and their families coming and going through the windshield, rarely flustered by anything, her hands still tightly gripping the steering wheel.

Even when she chose to defend the hawker who stabbed the urban management officer, she wasn’t this nervous.

There’s no invulnerable divine skill in martial arts.

Every person has a weak spot, it just depends on whether it’s exposed.

Or perhaps.

Until that moment arrives, maybe even the person themselves haven’t realized it.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Five minutes...

The Maserati’s door remained shut.

The time saved by speeding was now wasted in vain.

It’s understandable.

Fear of illness and avoiding doctors is often human nature; compared to cemeteries, hospitals are more daunting as cemeteries hold resting places for friends and family.

It feels akin to the mindset during exam results release.

Desiring results, yet fearing the outcome.

Of course.

During exam result checks, Qing Gege truly wasn’t afraid; it was the confidence of a top student. At most, she was a bit "worried" for the guy next door, "worrying" about whether he might perform exceptionally well, surpass her, or perhaps score the same as her?

It proved she was overthinking.

But now.

There’s no one to share her burden.

Nearly ten minutes passed.

The Maserati still showed no movement.

Don’t misunderstand.

Even if it’s another significant life moment like the college entrance exam, Qing Gege might be emotionally fluctuating, but wouldn’t appear overly unimpressive.

The camera zooms into the car.

The reason she hasn’t gotten out isn’t due to an attempt to flee, but rather she was staring at the registration interface on her phone, caught in a dilemma.

—Which department should I check in with?

Obstetrics and Gynecology, Maternal and Child Health, Hematology... Her gaze shifted between several departments, and her indecisive thumb finally settled.

Registration fee.

Eight yuan.

Fang Qing donned her mask, opened the door, and got out of the car.

2nd floor.

Sector C.

Maternal and Child Health.

Qing Gege arrived at the check-in machine to scan, then viewed the notice board to find her outpatient room, discovering three people ahead in line, she momentarily found a spot to sit.

Holding her phone, perhaps because her face was covered, it psychologically increased her sense of security, she no longer instinctively suppressed her emotions, her exposed eyes watching the "big-bellied women" going in and out, her usual wisdom and tranquility vanished, her pupils constantly quivering.

It’s her first time visiting the maternity clinic, but one can see that it’s not as bustling as other departments; truly, people nowadays are less inclined to have children.

"It’s okay, the baby knows that daddy couldn’t take leave, it’s not that he doesn’t want to accompany mommy. Daddy can focus on his work with peace of mind."