Middle-aged tycoon: Twins come knocking on his door when he goes home for Chinese New Year

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The Third Hospital of Wuhan.

In the corridors of the general ward area, nurses pushed various pieces of equipment back and forth, and the smell of disinfectant was everywhere.

Song Hao was lying in a six-person hospital room.

That's right, he's no longer staying in a VIP ward.

Yesterday afternoon, he couldn't afford to pay because his family simply couldn't afford it.

So we had to move from that high-end single room that cost several thousand yuan a day to this very ordinary six-person room.

Besides him, there were other patients in the other beds in this ward.

Some were coughing, some were snoring, and some family members were talking loudly nearby.

The ward was very noisy, making it impossible to get a proper rest.

Song Hao was lying on the bed by the window.

He looks terrible right now.

His legs were fixed in thick plaster casts and hung high in the air.

His body was wrapped in white bandages in several places.

His face was so swollen that he could barely open his eyes.

What bothered him even more was his lower body.

That night, after being interrupted by those men in black at the Xiting Restaurant, the doctor said that although the wound was saved, the infection had not healed.

The wound was oozing pus, and he cried out in pain every time the dressing was changed.

Song Hao lay on the bed, unable to move, and could only stare blankly at the ceiling.

He felt that he was now a complete and utter useless person.

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Two nurses pushed in a mobile hospital bed.

A new patient was lying on the hospital bed.

The patient was lying in bed, his whole body wrapped in white bandages, and he looked very badly injured.

What was most startling was that the person's face was completely wrapped in bandages, with only their eyes, nose, and mouth showing.

You can't see what he looks like at all.

The nurses placed the new patient on the empty bed next to Song Hao.

They busied themselves setting up various instruments and hanging up IV drips.

Song Hao turned his head and looked at the person next to him who was covered in bandages.

He thought to himself:

"This guy is really pitiful!"

"Judging from this, it's much worse than mine. Your face is all wrapped up like this, what happened?"

Although Song Hao was curious, he didn't ask.

After all, he's not doing much better himself right now, and he cares more about himself than others.

After the nurses had settled the new patient in, they left the ward.

Immediately afterwards, several people followed them in.

Those were the family members of the new patient.

Walking at the front was a woman in her fifties, who appeared to be the patient's mother.

Her eyes were red and swollen, showing that she had cried many times before.

Following behind the family members was a male doctor wearing a white coat.

Song Hao knew this doctor.

He is Dr. Chen.

During this period, Song Hao stayed in the hospital, and Dr. Chen was in charge of his treatment.

After Dr. Chen came in, he stood by the new patient's bedside for a while.

He glanced at the numbers on the instrument and then flipped through the medical record book in his hand.

Then Dr. Chen spoke to the new patient's family about the follow-up treatment.

The family members listened and nodded, repeatedly saying, "Okay, okay, as long as it can be cured, we'll pay any price."

Song Hao lay on the bed next to him, listening to the family members in the next bed saying things like "money is not a problem".

He suddenly felt extremely sad.

There was a time when even his family members could say such things.

When his father, Song Feng, worked at Garden Real Estate, his annual income was seven or eight hundred thousand yuan.

At that time, the medical expenses of several hundred thousand yuan were really not a big deal for their family.

But now?

Now everything has changed.

After speaking with the new patient's family, Dr. Chen turned around and walked to Song Hao's bedside.

Dr. Chen glanced at the cast on Song Hao's leg, then at the medical record hanging above the bed.

His expression was somewhat serious.

Dr. Chen looked at Song Hao and said:

"Song Hao, your legs are recovering fairly well so far. However, the infection in your genital area is still not very good."

"Another debridement surgery will be needed, followed by continued hospitalization for observation and medication."

Dr. Chen paused for a moment, then continued:

"The total cost of these follow-up treatments will probably be around 200,000 yuan."

"The hospital has given you one week to pay. If you can't pay within that week, you'll have to be discharged."

Upon hearing the words "two hundred thousand," Song Hao lay on the bed, his heart sinking to the bottom.

Two hundred thousand.

In the past, he wouldn't have even blinked at the thought of receiving this amount of money.

He used to spend thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan on a single pair of limited-edition sneakers.

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At that time, he had no idea what it meant to be short of money.

But now, 200,000 yuan feels like a mountain to him, making it hard for him to breathe.

The eight days I spent in the hospital have cost me 300,000 yuan.

And the situation at his home is now extremely bad.

His father, Song Feng, was previously fired by Garden Real Estate.

Not only that, the company also sued him in court, accusing him of embezzling public funds and taking kickbacks over the years.

The court has already begun the trial.

If Song Feng does not return the embezzled money within the stipulated time, he will face more than ten years in prison.

Having no other choice, Song Feng had to sell his house and car.

He sold his BMW X5, which he used to drive, and also sold his family's house, which was over 100 square meters.

After selling these things, I was finally able to pay off part of the debt.

However, Song Feng has embezzled far too much money over the years.

He squandered a large portion of his money.

The money spent on treating people to meals, giving gifts, and buying all sorts of dubious items has long been gone and can never be recovered.

So there's still a huge financial hole that hasn't been filled.

Song Feng can't go anywhere now, and he has no money left.

He even resorted to doing manual labor on construction sites, hoping to earn whatever little he could.

But yesterday, Song Hao received a phone call from his father.

His father told him on the phone that he couldn't take it anymore after only one day at the construction site.

His body simply couldn't withstand that kind of suffering.

In the end, he didn't even get paid for that day; he ran away after the first call.

Thinking about this, Song Hao felt his whole life had become incredibly bleak, and he couldn't see any hope at all.

"Damn it! If it weren't for those men in black!"

Song Hao cursed angrily in his heart.

He hated those men in black who stormed into his hotel room that night.

They're the ones who beat him up like this.

They're the ones who ruined everything he had.

But even if he's furious inside, what can he do now?

He is now completely wrapped in bandages, with his legs dangling in mid-air, unable to even turn over.

He was a complete and utter useless person.

He didn't even have the energy to vent his anger.

Dr. Chen stood by the bed, looking at Song Hao.

He waited for a while and found that Song Haoyi didn't say anything and his expression was very ugly.

Dr. Chen sighed.

He knew that Song Hao's family situation was not good.

However, hospitals also have their rules, and he had to say what needed to be said.

Dr. Chen turned around and walked out of the ward.

Song Hao was lying alone in bed.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and he didn't move at all.

On the bed next to it, the new patient, whose body was wrapped in bandages, had his family members gathered around the bed.

The woman in her fifties held the bandaged man's hand and said very gently:

"Don't worry, just focus on getting better. The family will figure out the money; these are not problems."

As Song Hao listened to the words of the family members in the next bed, his heart ached repeatedly.

money is not a problem.

Five simple words.

But for him now, those five words are like rubbing salt into his wounds.

Song Hao closed his eyes; he didn't want to see anything or hear any more sounds.

He just lay there quietly.

About half an hour later.

The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside again.

Song Hao did not open his eyes.

He assumed it was just another nurse coming to check on him or change his dressing.

But then he heard very light footsteps.

The footsteps were slow, and they stopped at his bedside.

Song Hao found it a bit strange.

He was already very familiar with the sound of the nurse's footsteps.

But the footsteps were clearly different from the nurse's.

Song Hao finally opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked towards the bedside.

He saw a man.

The man sat quietly on the stool beside his bed.

The man was wearing a dark-colored Tang suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

His eyes were very sharp, and when he looked at people, he gave off a strong sense of pressure.

Song Hao didn't recognize the person in front of him at all.

He had never seen him before.

"Who are you?" Song Hao asked, his brows furrowed and his voice hoarse.

The man in the Tang suit did not answer his question immediately.

He just sat there quietly and looked at Song Hao for two seconds.

Then he spoke.

His voice was very deep, and he spoke very slowly.

He used to spend thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan on a single pair of limited-edition sneakers.

He drives a Porsche 718 that his dad bought for him, and the gas cost is several thousand yuan a month.

At that time, he had no idea what it meant to be short of money.

But now, 200,000 yuan feels like a mountain to him, making it hard for him to breathe.

The eight days I spent in the hospital have cost me 300,000 yuan.

And the situation at his home is now extremely bad.

His father, Song Feng, was previously fired by Garden Real Estate.

Not only that, the company also sued him in court, accusing him of embezzling public funds and taking kickbacks over the years.

The court has already begun the trial.

If Song Feng does not return the embezzled money within the stipulated time, he will face more than ten years in prison.

Having no other choice, Song Feng had to sell his house and car.

He sold his BMW X5, which he used to drive, and also sold his family's house, which was over 100 square meters.

After selling these things, I was finally able to pay off part of the debt.

However, Song Feng has embezzled far too much money over the years.

He squandered a large portion of his money.

The money spent on treating people to meals, giving gifts, and buying all sorts of dubious items has long been gone and can never be recovered.

So there's still a huge financial hole that hasn't been filled.

Song Feng can't go anywhere now, and he has no money left.

He even resorted to doing manual labor on construction sites, hoping to earn whatever little he could.

But yesterday, Song Hao received a phone call from his father.

His father told him on the phone that he couldn't take it anymore after only one day at the construction site.

His body simply couldn't withstand that kind of suffering.

In the end, he didn't even get paid for that day; he ran away after the first call.

Thinking about this, Song Hao felt his whole life had become incredibly bleak, and he couldn't see any hope at all.

"Damn it! If it weren't for those men in black!"

Song Hao cursed angrily in his heart.

He hated those men in black who stormed into his hotel room that night.

They're the ones who beat him up like this.

They're the ones who ruined everything he had.

But even if he's furious inside, what can he do now?

He is now completely wrapped in bandages, with his legs dangling in mid-air, unable to even turn over.

He was a complete and utter useless person.

He didn't even have the energy to vent his anger.

Dr. Chen stood by the bed, looking at Song Hao.

He waited for a while and found that Song Haoyi didn't say anything and his expression was very ugly.

Dr. Chen sighed.

He knew that Song Hao's family situation was not good.

However, hospitals also have their rules, and he had to say what needed to be said.

Dr. Chen turned around and walked out of the ward.

Song Hao was lying alone in bed.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and he didn't move at all.

On the bed next to it, the new patient, whose body was wrapped in bandages, had his family members gathered around the bed.

The woman in her fifties held the bandaged man's hand and said very gently:

"Don't worry, just focus on getting better. The family will figure out the money; these are not problems."

As Song Hao listened to the words of the family members in the next bed, his heart ached repeatedly.

money is not a problem.

Five simple words.

But for him now, those five words are like rubbing salt into his wounds.

Song Hao closed his eyes; he didn't want to see anything or hear any more sounds.

He just lay there quietly.

About half an hour later.

The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside again.

Song Hao did not open his eyes.

He assumed it was just another nurse coming to check on him or change his dressing.

But then he heard very light footsteps.

The footsteps were slow, and they stopped at his bedside.

Song Hao found it a bit strange.

He was already very familiar with the sound of the nurse's footsteps.

But the footsteps were clearly different from the nurse's.

Song Hao finally opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked towards the bedside.

He saw a man.

The man sat quietly on the stool beside his bed.

The man was wearing a dark-colored Tang suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

His eyes were very sharp, and when he looked at people, he gave off a strong sense of pressure.

Song Hao didn't recognize the person in front of him at all.

He had never seen him before.

"Who are you?" Song Hao asked, his brows furrowed and his voice hoarse.

The man in the Tang suit did not answer his question immediately.

He just sat there quietly and looked at Song Hao for two seconds.

Then he spoke.

His voice was very deep, and he spoke very slowly.

The man in the Tang suit looked directly into Song Hao's eyes and said:

"Do me a favor. I can help you with your medical expenses."