What was Mo Hongti up to?
She had long seen that if Li Qianfan failed to save her father, Su Ziyu might make a last-ditch effort, pulling a few people down with her before she died.
The call she made earlier was to urgently summon a few brothers to keep an eye on Su Ziyu!
Hearing Mo Hongti say this, Su Ziyu, who was editing her "will," turned ashen.
She was indeed a genuine third-degree black belt, capable of taking on several strong young men alone.
However, the four men in black shirts Mo Hongti had summoned were clearly hardened individuals who had seen bloodshed.
If Su Ziyu dared to "struggle on her deathbed," the outcome would not be pleasant.
"Yes."
The four men in black shirts acknowledged and immediately surrounded Su Ziyu, glaring at her threateningly.
Su Ziyu forced herself to remain calm.
Zeng Ting, the little secretary holding her arm, trembled uncontrollably.
Time ticked by.
Every few minutes, Mo Hongti would raise her wrist to check the time.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere in the entire corridor was exceptionally tense.
"Three minutes left until it's been an hour."
Mo Hongti glanced at the time again and said to Su Ziyu lightly, "My father is probably beyond saving. Su Ziyu, you can start considering which nightclub in Qingyun to work at now. With your figure and looks, I can make you the top hostess in Qingyun's nightclubs within half a month."
Su Ziyu bit her lip hard but remained silent.
"Little Aunt."
Mo Bin said fawningly to Mo Hongti, "Can I have Su Ziyu's first time? I'll pay a high price."
Mo Hongti smiled—
As the smile began to form on her lips, the emergency room door clicked open softly.
Someone was coming out!
Su Ziyu and the others looked over quickly.
The four men in black shirts were ready for Su Ziyu's desperate struggle.
Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, the emergency room door slowly opened, and a person leaning on the doorframe walked out.
"Dad!?"
"Old Mo!?"
Upon seeing this person, Mo Hongti and Sun Guoshou exclaimed in unison.
The person who walked out of the emergency room on his own was Old Mo, who had been on his deathbed the night before.
Although his complexion was still sallow, his eyes gleamed with the spark of life.
The other Mo family members and the doctors and nurses were all filled with shock.
As for Su Ziyu, she looked as if she had seen a ghost.
"Dad, you. You."
Mo Hongti's voice trembled as she walked over quickly, reaching out to hold Old Mo's arm, weeping with joy.
The ironclad fact proved that Li Qianfan had woken Old Mo up.
Not only was Old Mo awakened, but he could also walk on his own.
"How, how is this possible?"
Sun Guoshou shook his head incessantly, walked to Old Mo's side, and grabbed his arm, placing his fingers on his pulse.
"Move aside, you're blocking the path of this divine doctor."
As Li Qianfan walked out of the emergency room, he casually pushed Mo Hongti, who was blocking the doorway, aside.
Caught off guard, Mo Hongti stumbled backward.
He looked at Su Ziyu.
Seeing her surrounded by several men in black, he became furious and strode over, "Get lost! Why are you surrounding my wife?"
Pushing away a man in black, Li Qianfan naturally put his arm around Su Ziyu's slender waist, wearing a standard "simp" smile, "Wife, now you believe you've struck gold, right?"
Struck gold!
Su Ziyu could swear on her crystal-clear little toes that she had indeed struck gold.
After all, Old Mo, whom even a master physician could not save, had not only been saved by Li Qianfan but could also walk independently.
If this wasn't striking gold, what was?
However, Li Qianfan's habit of putting his arm around her waist without regard for the occasion made her somewhat uncomfortable.
She really wanted to perform a suplex on him.
But—
Su Ziyu, now clear-headed, could only pretend not to notice him around her waist. She turned to Mo Hongti and said calmly, "President Mo (Vice President of Huangjin Group), Old Mo has been saved. Should you and the Mo family fulfill your promise?"
Mo Hongti nodded.
She was the "Big Sister" of Qingyun's underworld, and no matter how she behaved, she was a woman of her word.
However, before Mo Hongti could say anything, Old Mo, whose pulse was being taken by Sun Guoshou, suddenly coughed and said slowly, "Hongti, Haishan. I have something to tell you both."
Mo Hongti's delicate eyebrows immediately furrowed, but she smiled at Su Ziyu, "Dean Su, please provide us with a place to talk."
Su Ziyu nodded, "Then let's go to the consultation room."
Mo Haishan quickly stepped forward and supported Old Mo.
As Mo Hongti passed Su Ziyu, she suddenly raised her right hand, her fingers like spring onions lifting Li Qianfan's chin.
She said flirtatiously with a seductive smile, "Little brother, I just divorced my eighth husband last month. I'm currently in a lonely and cold window period. You divorce Dean Su and marry me. I guarantee you'll live like a king in Qingyun from now on. What do you say?"
Everyone present—
Su Ziyu's face changed drastically.
Li Qianfan, however, said righteously, "You want me to marry you? Dream on! I belong to my wife in life and death."
"Hehehe, little brother, you really are an interesting person. Dean Su is undoubtedly a stunning beauty in Qingyun, but she's so cold. But I, your sister, know the lost thirty-six arts. Think carefully, is it more comfortable to hug a refrigerator at night? Or to be served in various ways by me, your sister, which is more delightful?"
Mo Hongti giggled charmingly, completely ignoring Su Ziyu, whose face was starting to darken.
As she withdrew her hand, she casually caressed Li Qianfan's face before proudly swinging her hips and following Old Mo with her clicking high heels.
"Pah! To think I'd abandon my wife of hardship for a life of debauchery, you're blind."
Li Qianfan's face was filled with anger. He released his right hand that was around Su Ziyu's waist, intending to wipe his face, which Mo Hongti had touched.
Su Ziyu, however, reached out in time and grabbed his hand, pressing it firmly against her waist.
Li Qianfan froze for a moment.
His face, full of anger, was immediately replaced by happiness, "Wife, don't worry. I'm yours, and no one can take me away."
Zeng Ting and the doctors—
They all let out a low cheer, for Guangming Hospital had finally avoided disaster!
Their gazes towards Li Qianfan were filled with admiration and pity.
Admiration.
Because Li Qianfan had cured a patient whom even a master physician couldn't save. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Pity.
It was because: "Alas, such a fine young man. Who knows what wicked deeds he committed in his past life to be taken in by the alcoholic and violent Dean Su. The key is that he still feels happy now. He hasn't realized at all that he's fallen into a fiery pit."
In the consultation room.
Only Old Mo, Mo Hongti, Mo Haishan, and Sun Guoshou, who was measuring Old Mo's pulse with a look of drunken infatuation, were present.
Mo Hongti, who had appeared "seductively wicked" outside, frowned with displeasure upon entering the room.
"I have three things to say."
Old Mo looked at Mo Hongti. "The first is, just before I lost consciousness, I specifically instructed Haishan to bring me to Guangming Hospital."
Everything was as Mo Hongti had predicted.
She sighed inwardly and nodded slowly.
"The second thing."
Old Mo still looked at her. "The young man who saved me must become the youngest son-in-law of our Mo family."
Mo Hongti's eyebrows shot up—
Before she could say anything, Old Mo raised his hand to signal her to stop and began to say the third thing.
"Guangming Hospital must be taken down!"