The smell of disinfectant stung her nose, and Lin Xiaotang grabbed her vibrating cell phone and ran towards the fire escape.
The ceiling light in the corridor flickered on and off, much like the numbers on her bill at the moment.
"Ms. Lin, Xiaohang's blood oxygen has dropped to 85!" The nurse's voice in the receiver was as urgent as splitting ice, "The deposit must be paid at twelve o'clock tonight at the latest."
Her knuckles hit the metal railing with a muffled sound, and she clicked on the 17th missed call in the call log: "General Assistant Zhang, I agree to Mr. Jiang's conditions." The heavy rain hit the glass window of the emergency passage, reflecting the hoarfrost on her eyelashes.
When Zhou Meiling rushed into the ward, she saw her stuffing the Louis Vuitton paper bag back into her arms.
Reader comments
The gentleness of the male protagonist is really engraved in his bones. Even in the process of chasing his wife, he never forces the female protagonist, but respects her rhythm and melts her heart bit by bit with details. The growth of the heroine is also very surprising. From sensitive and fragile to confident and calm, every step she takes is firm. The plot is intertwined with sweetness and cruelty, and the writing is exquisite. It's worth reading twice!
The gentleness of the male protagonist is really engraved in his bones. Even in the process of chasing his wife, he never forces the female protagonist, but respects her rhythm and melts her heart bit by bit with details. The growth of the heroine is also very surprising. From sensitive and fragile to confident and calm, every step she takes is firm. The plot is intertwined with sweetness and cruelty, and the writing is exquisite. It's worth reading twice!