88: Uncle Cheng's Visit
After Wang Doudou finished speaking, tears even welled up in her eyes.
After wiping his sweat, Old Master Wang hugged his daughter, and the two of them just held each other without saying anything.
After a long while, when Old Master Wang's mood had calmed, he softly asked, "Do you feel any discomfort in your body now?"
"No discomfort, instead I feel more powerful, full of energy, and I seem to have become even more beautiful." Wang Doudou pulled herself out of her father's arms, pointing to her face, asking her father to look.
Old Master Wang cupped his daughter's face and examined it carefully; indeed, it was even more delicate and tender. Her skin was incredibly smooth.
However, he was somewhat worried. Such a big change in a short period of time could very likely lead to strong side effects later on.
"Let's find a time for you to get a comprehensive check-up. Safety comes first. You can't refuse this."
"Oh, got it."
"Since you're back anyway, stay and have dinner with Dad tonight. How long has it been since we ate together?"
"No, you should go find your friends." Wang Doudou was unwilling as soon as she heard about staying for dinner.
"Your old man isn't that busy now. I'll cook personally tonight." Old Master Wang had a benevolent expression.
"Tsk, all you can make is Dalu noodles. I'm already sick of it."
"You stinky girl, are you trying to go find Pan Han again! His family is together, why are you going to join them?"
Wang Doudou's thoughts were seen through again, but then she thought about it, and what her father said was right, so she reluctantly agreed to stay.
"Haha, damn it, this stinky kid has more face than your old man." Old Master Wang was both happy and jealous when he saw his daughter listening to his advice and staying.
"Oh, hurry up and make the noodles. So annoying!"
"Alright, alright, I'll go, I'll go! Tonight, I'll make crab roe Dalu noodles. Your Uncle Zhang sent us a box of hairy crabs." After Old Master Wang finished speaking, he headed straight for the kitchen.
"Uncle Cheng, keep an eye on the hospital." Old Master Wang sent Uncle Cheng a WeChat command as he walked.
"Understood, Master." Uncle Cheng sat in the car, and after receiving the command, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he started the car and drove straight to the hospital.
...
Pan Han lay on the ward sofa, angrily throwing his phone after losing three ranked matches in a row.
Why was he so awesome in the real world, but such an idiot online?
He had already dropped to the Star Glory rank!
What a disgrace!
"I'm angry!" Pan Han glared at his phone, wanting to stomp on it.
"When I get rich, I'll open my own gaming company. Then, I'll see who dares to target me."
That's right, this billionaire actually said 'when I get rich'!
Suddenly, his nerves tensed sharply, and his body's defense mechanism automatically activated.
"What's going on? A familiar smell!" Pan Han stood up abruptly.
Since his evolution, he seemed to possess remote sensing abilities; once an unsettling factor approached, his body would react on its own.
He walked to the balcony and looked downstairs, spotting a black Land Rover entering the hospital gate.
The familiar smell came from that car.
The car didn't drive to the outpatient hall but went straight to the underground parking entrance nearby.
"Who is this? Why can't I remember?" Pan Han was a bit puzzled.
He had to investigate clearly. He first went into the inner room to tell everyone he was going out for a bit.
Then, he quickly left the room and headed downstairs.
He had to run discreetly, otherwise, if caught on camera, he would be trending tomorrow.
Fortunately, the elevator here went directly to the underground parking, so he quickly slipped into the elevator and pressed B2.
A dozen seconds later, the elevator reached the underground parking. As soon as the door opened, he activated his divine sense.
That familiar smell was about 80 meters to the left of the door.
Pan Han stepped out of the elevator, walked seven or eight steps to the left, and hid behind a pillar.
He peeked out with half an eye and saw a figure getting out of the Land Rover.
"Uncle Cheng! It's actually him!"
Pan Han's eyesight was excellent now; he had recognized him from afar.
"Why is he here? Does he also have a relative hospitalized here?" Pan Han hid behind the pillar, pondering in secret.
Between Uncle Cheng and Pan Han's elevator entrance, there were still three other entrances. After Uncle Cheng parked the car, he pushed open the middle door and disappeared.
Pan Han quietly and quickly followed.
He listened at the door for a moment, found that there was no more movement inside, and then pushed the door open.
Upon entering, there was a small hall, and in the hall, there was an elevator.
Pan Han glanced at it; the elevator was on the first floor.
After waiting for ten seconds, he pressed the elevator and also went to the first floor.
When he came up, he found that Uncle Cheng was gone, and there was only a long corridor.
Looking at the signs on the doors to the left and right, this was the hospital's security office and monitoring room.
Pan Han didn't move any further; instead, he pretended to be lost, looked around, found the way to the main hall, and left.
Uncle Cheng wasn't here to see a doctor; otherwise, he would have gone directly to the inpatient ward or the duty room.
He went straight to the work area, which indicated that he had a connection here and was very familiar with the place.
Pan Han reasoned as he walked, but he couldn't figure it out at the moment.
"He wouldn't be here for me, would he?" Although there was no clear conclusion yet, a bad premonition in his heart made Pan Han quite uneasy.
His premonitions had never been wrong, it seemed.
Just then, his phone's WeChat notification sounded: "Pan Han, I'm eating at home tonight. I'll come over tomorrow."
"Okay. Everything's fine here, just focus on your own things." Pan Han replied.
After replying to the message, he didn't rush back but walked out of the hall and into the garden.
Lighting a cigarette, Pan Han hid in the darkness, only a small bright point of a cigarette tip flashing in the dark.
He thought for a moment, took out his phone, and sent a WeChat message to Wang Cheng.
"Manager Wang, what's Uncle Cheng's background, and is his line absolutely reliable?"
He wanted to see if he could get some information from Wang Cheng.
A few minutes later, Wang Cheng replied: "President Pan, absolutely reliable. It's just that your asking about his background isn't according to the rules. I hope you understand."
Pan Han saw that, 'You little brat, you know.'
Knowing was enough. If he really couldn't find out, he would give Wang Cheng a round of interrogation, and he didn't believe he wouldn't talk.
Just then, Pan Han's mother sent him a voice message: "Son, where did you go?"
"I'm doing some stretches downstairs. I've been driving a lot these past few days, and my body feels a bit tired."
"Oh, okay, come up soon, Xiaoli is almost out of money."
"Holy crap! Yan Xiaoli really knows how to lose!" Pan Han let her lose money, but he didn't expect her to be so good at losing.
"It's fine, I'll withdraw some more money so you can play to your heart's content." Pan Han replied to his mother.
Never mind, I'll go withdraw some money. It's rare for the family to be so happy.
There was an ATM in the right-side lobby of the hospital, and it supported cardless withdrawals.
Pan Han put out his cigarette and walked over.
"Might as well withdraw more. I'll give it to them as pocket money later." Pan Han walked to the ATM, preparing to withdraw 50,000 in cash.
He entered his account number, password, amount, and confirmed.
The machine made a rumbling sound and began counting the money.
Just as Pan Han was waiting for the money to be dispensed, a camera in the lobby slowly turned, aiming at Pan Han's back.
Pan Han instantly felt it and sharply turned his head!
The camera and Pan Han, three eyes met! (Not miscounted, it was three eyes)
"Hmph, it must be you!" Pan Han snorted, basically confirming that Uncle Cheng was monitoring him!!!
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