When Li Weiguo left this time, he did not provide medical expenses for Wen Yiqian.

Yesterday, Chai Yin went to the police station to spend a lot of money to bail Wen Yiqian.

This action made Li Weiguo realize that even if Wen Yiqian had no money, he could ask others for help. It was not his turn to worry.

So, he did not become this good old man again this time.

"What should I do with my medical expenses?" Wen Yiqian stood in front of the window, looking at Li Weiguo's departure from downstairs, muttering to himself.

In his performance state, he can use Chai Yin with unscrupulous orders.

Now he is a little embarrassed.

Wen Yiqian couldn't do it if he used other people's money for granted, let alone a woman.

"I have been using Chai Yin's money, and I always feel like I'm having a soft meal." He muttered, "Although it's quite satisfying, it's really a bit despicable."

At this time, a familiar figure appeared downstairs.

"It's finally here." Wen Yiqian narrowed his eyes slightly.

The man was Wu Mengan, who called him not long ago.

...

In the hospital corridor, Wu Mengan was carrying a bag of fruit, feeling a little nervous.

She just reported the matter between Wen Yiqian and the smiling butterfly member to the organization.

The orders given by the organization are not to act rashly for the time being, and try to gain Wen Yiqian's trust.

Unexpectedly, that guy Zhong Xu was so blinded by hatred that he violated the organization's orders and privately asked Wen Yiqian to take revenge.

If you succeed in taking revenge, you will be considered a bit capable, but in the end, you will not only fail in taking revenge, but also lose your life. It is extremely stupid.

Wu Mengan walked into the ward and saw Wen Yiqian leaning against the window at a glance.

"Are you okay?" she immediately asked with concern.

"I was shot, but fortunately I didn't hurt my bones." Wen Yiqian thought casually, "It's nothing serious, I'll just be able to cultivate for a while."

"Who did it?" Wu Mengan walked forward.

"That guy claimed to be the younger brother of the smiling butterfly who was killed by me, and said he was here to seek revenge on me." Wen Yiqian smiled and shook his head, "A idiot."

"There is such a thing?" Wu Mengan continued to pretend to be stupid.

"Yes, I'm very puzzled, too." Wen Yiqian stared at Wu Mengan with a burning look, "I have only told you this one, how did he know about it?"

"Do you doubt me?" Wu Mengan pretended to be calm, looking aggrieved.

Wen Yiqian did not answer and turned around and looked out the window.

Wu Mengan stood there staggeringly, a little helpless.

She couldn't figure it out now. Did the other party guess her identity or was he cheating on her?

If her identity is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The dead Zhong Xu is the best lesson.

With Wen Yiqian's ruthlessness, it is impossible for him to show mercy.

If it is really exposed, Wu Mengan is very doubtful whether he can live tonight?

"Why don't you take action first?" She looked at Wen Yiqian's back, a trace of cold murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and her right hand reached into her pocket.

"Hey, that patient, your injury has not recovered yet. It is not advisable to get out of bed and move around now. Go back to the hospital bed to rest!" A nurse walked into the ward, and an inappropriate voice rang out.

"Okay, sorry." Wen Yiqian immediately turned around, scratched his head, smiled silly twice, and obediently returned to the hospital bed.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere dissipated.

Wu Mengan raised his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.

She was holding the fruit, sitting at the head of the bed, took out a folding fruit knife from her pocket, and began to peel the apples.

"I don't like eating apples, I want to eat peaches." Wen Yiqian looked straight at Wu Mengan.

Wu Mengan paused the movements in his hand and asked tentatively: "Then I'll buy it for you?"

"Yes." Wen Yiqian nodded without hesitation.

Wu Mengan got up and walked out of the ward, breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The feeling this guy gave her was getting weirder and weirder, and a few words could bring inexplicable pressure to her.

"It seems that he should just doubt me now and cannot confirm my identity." Wu Mengan's mind was filled with thoughts, "We must be more cautious in the future."

...

Wen Yiqian called Wu Mengan to the main purpose of knocking on this guy.

Otherwise, in the smiley butterfly organization, a cat and a dog will take revenge every few days. Even if he can't be killed, he will be annoyed.

When Wu Mengan came back, he brought a bag of peaches.

After Wen Yiqian's beating, she seemed to have become more obedient and obedient.

"Today, it's really calm." Wen Yiqian got away from the performance mode, ate a bite of peach, and sighed with satisfaction.

Wu Mengan didn't understand whether the other party's words had a deeper meaning, so he simply stopped talking and thought silently.

At this time, a nurse walked into the ward with a gray-haired stubborn man.

"Are you Mr. Wen?" The old man walked to the hospital bed and stretched out his right hand with a smile, "Hello, I am the director of this hospital, and my surname is Zheng."

"Director Zheng? Hello, hello." Wen Yiqian was flattered and reached out to shake hands with the other party, "Is there anything you have to do with me?"

"I heard you are a very outstanding detective, right?" Dean Zheng asked.

"I'm just an unreliable ordinary detective." Wen Yiqian smiled, "If you have anything, just say it."

"Mr. Wen is too modest." Dean Zheng smiled, "Then I won't go around with you. This is the thing..."

He paused, "Something strange happened in our yard recently."

"Supernatural incident?" Wen Yiqian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's not." President Zheng shook his head, "Our staff guarding the morgue found that someone had recently sneaked into the morgue... molesting the body."

He slowed down, "If you call the police, this matter seems to be a bit of a big deal.

I just happened to hear that Mr. Wen was injured and hospitalized, so I wanted to ask you for help."

Wen Yiqian is really embarrassed to refuse such a big dean and asks him so politely.

Just as he was about to nod his head in agreement, President Zheng added: "Of course, we will not let you work in vain.

Our hospital will reimburse you for all expenses during your hospital stay."

"Stop talking, I have no choice!" Wen Yiqian grabbed Dean Zheng's hand with a serious expression.

Afterwards, Dean Zheng saw that Wen Yiqian had not recovered and had difficulty moving, so he asked someone to prepare a wheelchair for him.

Wen Yiqian was sitting in a wheelchair, and Wu Mengan was responsible for pushing behind him, and led by a nurse, he went to the morgue of the hospital.

"Why are you interested in this kind of thing?" Wu Mengan leaned down slightly, leaned into Wen Yiqian's ear, and asked softly, "That little medical expenses should not be enough to impress you, right?"

"Just...that's the medical expense?" Wen Yiqian's eyes twitched slightly. That was already an astronomical figure for him now.
Chapter completed!