Chapter 321 The terminally ill boss in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a
The terminally ill man in a wheelchair and the young Chinese medicine practitioner in a small clinic (Twenty)
Song Ning regretted it very much.
He regretted why he didn't discuss this "big deal" directly last time.
Although Song Ning regretted for a moment because the other party's capital was too crude when it was shown, he had to admit that both Jian Qiang and he had good vision.
The other party obviously has a lot of theoretical knowledge, which is not only rich but also extremely detailed.
Song Ning really had no complaints about this business deal.
Except that this 'big deal' involved several more deals than he had imagined.
Song Ning's tolerance was indeed too much, so he kept protesting in the second half, but it was obvious that the other party did not think so. His repeated attempts to escape were suppressed by the other party.
Even though he tried hard to break free and run away, he was quickly caught by the fate that had strangled him and was forced to complete this last "big deal".
The last fragment of memory, Song Ning only remembered that when he turned his head, he was outside the window of the top-floor suite, and a ray of morning sunlight shone in.
This made him feel the happiness of existence for the first time in a long time.
It's just a bit too much.
……
Duan Kong hasn't been having a very good time lately, or it should be said that his life has been very bad.
He was not a spendthrift person before, but that was after he met Song Ning.
Ever since he became Song Ning's attending physician, Duan Kong gradually got used to the extravagant life of a superior person.
For example, his top-floor luxury apartment in the city center with a monthly rent of 20,000 yuan, and the two coupes parked in the three parking spaces he specially bought, not to mention the various brand catalogs delivered to his door every month for him to choose from.
These are all new lives brought to him by real money.
Duan Kong enjoyed himself, so he never thought about what would happen if he suddenly lost these things one day.
Like now.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Duan. It's not that I'm not flexible, but we agreed in the contract that it would be paid once a year, and I'm just following what we agreed upon."
"Besides, doesn't Doctor Duan work in the hospital and earn a good salary? If I remember correctly, Doctor Duan has two sports cars. Last time, my friend said that Doctor Duan ordered a new car. Doctor Duan paid a million yuan without hesitation. The rental fee of just over 200,000 yuan should not be a big deal for Doctor Duan, right?"
Duan Kong was breathing heavily, but he couldn't say anything to defend himself.
say what?
He said that he has no money now, so not only did he not buy the sports car he ordered, but he also paid a deposit?
Or is it that he can't even come up with 20,000, let alone more than 200,000?
Duan Kong stretched out his thick neck for a long time and squeezed out a few words.
"It's like this. My family is having financial difficulties recently. Give me a week. I will transfer the money to you within a week at the latest."
"A week."
The other party hesitated for two seconds before responding with some reluctance.
"Doctor Duan, I'm letting you extend the lease because I trust you. I can only give you one week. If you don't rent it, I'll have to find a new tenant."
"Bang", the other party hung up very quickly.
Duan Kong's face turned from blue to purple, and finally he slammed his phone to the ground!
The innocent cell phone bounced a few times on the bed with a muffled sound before falling down.
On the extinguished screen, Duan Kong's expression was extremely ferocious and terrifying, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with despair and deep resentment.
He shifted his gaze and stared at the tall buildings on the horizon, a deep calculation flashing in his eyes.
Since he was able to find a way to live such a superior life before, he can do the same in the future.
……
Song Ning hadn't had such a good sleep in a long time, and he almost slept until dawn.
The moment he opened his eyes, he felt a fatigue that he had not felt for a long time.
The fatigue that naturally flowed from every inch of his bones made him a little dazed the moment he opened his eyes. What happened?
"Are you awake? Drink some water first."
A soft straw was brought to his lips, and Song Ning inexplicably opened his lips and bit it. After drinking it, he turned over with his arm.
Song Ning:?
A warm big palm covered him and began to massage the center of his lower back slowly, and Song Ning's dazed expression changed.
An indescribable feeling of soreness and swelling began to spread from the waist to the limbs as the man moved. The feeling was more difficult for him to accept than the sharp pain. Song Ning couldn't help but stretch his hand back.
"Don't press it, it hurts."
Lance grabbed the rebellious hand and kissed it firmly.
"You have to massage the sore away, otherwise you'll feel worse later."
His palm was even stronger than before. Song Ning turned his head and glared at him with red eyes in discomfort.
"I don't like it, stop. And how do you know so much?"
You use a straw to deliver water, and you also know how to rub your waist?
This person is a little too skilled.
Lance looked at him in confusion.
Song Ning raised his eyebrows, "Why, am I wrong?"
This person is clearly a bit too skilled.
"Drink some more water, your throat is still a little hoarse."
Lance handed him the cup and was suspiciously silent for a second before speaking tactfully.
"Remember? I'm a doctor."
"What's wrong, doctor? Of course I remember..."
Song Ning froze for a second and slowly turned his head.
Yeah, how could he forget? This guy is a doctor.
Lance looked at the crimson tips of the ears behind the short hair, his eyes filled with smiles.
The little prince is shy.
Song Ning was pressed down for so long that his consciousness began to become blurred again.
Lance was sitting behind him, and the flow of air in the quiet room seemed to become gentler, making people intoxicated at this moment.
Until someone broke the silence.
Jian Qiang's phone calls were always brief and to the point. "Boss Song, that Doctor Duan is a bit entangled and doesn't know what's good for him."
"he?"
Song Ning felt inexplicably guilty and glanced at Lance who was sitting beside the bed, trying to hide his guilt.
"What's going on? Didn't I ask you to solve that matter last time?"
He has nothing to do with Doctor Duan now. Even if he does, it is with Doctor Lan.
Is there such a thing?
Jane Qiang was rarely uncertain.
But as a working person, she is well aware of one thing: if the boss says there is something, then it exists even if there isn't.
"That's right, but it's obvious that this Doctor Duan doesn't know what's good for him. Mr. Song, do you have any instructions?"
Although she really wanted to deal with the guy directly, the other party was obviously coming for President Song, so she decided to ask first.
What if Song Ning suddenly becomes confused again and starts to believe Dr. Duan’s nonsense?
But the other party quickly replied to her, and his tone seemed full of impatience towards Duan Kong and he hung up the phone directly.
Jian Qiang glanced at her phone and was in a good mood.
She said, that liar Dr. Duan should go wherever he wants.