Chapter 211 Hair, go for DNA test (2 updates)
"Sir?" The nurse frowned, what's going on?
"Excuse me." Mr. Xiao Sheng was about to bend down to pick up the certificate, when he caught a glimpse of a figure approaching from the corner of his eye. When he raised his eyes, he saw He Wenli coming.
He bent down, picked up all Zhong Shuning's documents, and picked up the red rope.
Looking at the man in front of me, "Mr. Xiao Sheng?"
His face was very pale, and his overall condition was extremely poor.
"Sorry, I had tenosynovitis and I couldn't hold the bag for a while." Mr. Xiao Sheng forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on the red rope in He Wenli's hand.
He Wenli nodded to express his understanding.
Zhong Shuning once mentioned to him that he and Mr. Xiao Sheng had met by chance at the rehabilitation hospital.
His hand does have an old disease.
He Wenli handed the ID to the nurse and looked at him again, "Your face doesn't look good."
This Xiao Sheng can always make his uncle regard him as his opponent. He is naturally not an ordinary person. Although he has not been in contact with many times, he He always gives people the impression of being elegant, calm and even a little cold.
But at this time, my hands were actually shaking.
"I'm fine!"
He forced himself to calm down, his eyes fell on the red rope in He Wenli's hand, and he asked as if unintentionally, "Whose red rope belongs to?"
"This?"
He Wenli shrugged, "Of course it belongs to Ning Ning."
"Hers?"
"This matter is a bit complicated... ..." He Wenli knew that Xiao Sheng always made friends and never enemies, and the matter of being the director of the orphanage, It was not a secret. I briefly chatted with him, "After Dean Hao was arrested, her daughter-in-law came and took the red string, saying that Ning Ning was wearing it on her hand at the time."
" This man is a liar. I don’t know whether his words are true or false.”
However, Zhong Shuning still kept the red rope.
“Can I take a look? The style seems quite special.” Mr. Xiao Sheng said with a white face.
"Of course."
He Wenli handed him the red rope and continued to help Zhong Shuning deal with hospitalization matters. He was also very confused at this time.
It’s all about what the doctor said about the risks of surgery.
When he signed the risk informed consent form, his whole heart clenched.
All the thoughts are on Zhong Shuning, where is the other energy and mind left for Mr. Xiao Sheng.
Of course, he didn't notice the strange color in his eyes when he looked at the red rope.
"Mr. He, you mean...this rope was originally worn on Miss Zhong's hand?" He confirmed again.
“I’m not sure, it’s all what the dean said.”
Zhong Shuning just didn't trust her, so he never thought about finding a relative for so long.
"Yeah..."
Mr. Xiao Sheng stared at the red rope closely. After a while, his whole body returned to normal, and handed the red rope back to He Wenli, "The rope is very delicately woven."
He Wenli nodded politely.
He didn’t see anything special.
Nowadays, there are various braided rope styles, which is naturally not special, but he forgot that if this was really what Zhong Shuning wore on his hand when he was a child, it was the braided style more than 20 years ago.
Judging from that time, it was already a very sophisticated style.
"Mr. Xiao Sheng, it's quite late. How about I send someone to take you back?" He Wenli asked after helping Zhong Shuning complete the procedures.
"No, I brought an assistant."
"Then..."
He Wenli’s words meant:
It’s time for you to leave.
I’m not that familiar, it’s really too late.
“My hand hurts, I’m going to take a bottle of anti-inflammatory water before leaving.”
“…”
As a result, he stayed in Zhong Shuning's ward permanently.
This is a VIP ward, and it is quite spacious. It will not feel crowded if there is one more person in the room, but there is an inexplicable "outsider" here. He Wenli will inevitably be more reserved when talking to Zhong Shuning.
But He Wenli knew from his uncle that Mr. Xiao Sheng once had a sister.
Thinking about it, he transferred his longing for his sister to his wife.
His mother died young, so I can understand him. He didn't say much.
Assistant Lu couldn’t understand it at all.
If we want to have infusions and rest, we can go home, or go to other wards or lounges. Why do we have to stay with Miss Zhong.
After Zhong Shuning finished the infusion, he went into the bathroom accompanied by He Wenli.
Jiang Han was answering the phone outside.
Assistant Lu saw that his boss Xiao Sheng stood up with his own infusion bottle, walked to the hospital bed, and bent down to look for something.
"Xiao..."
Xiao Sheng always signaled him to be silent.
Then, he took a hair from the pillow used by Zhong Shuning and stuffed it into his pocket.
Assistant Lu: “…”
What are you doing?
He suddenly remembered that the last time his boss Xiao Sheng was in the tea room, he deliberately took away the tea cup used by Zhong Shuning. Only then did he suddenly wake up and understand what his boss wanted to do.
Saliva and hair can all be tested for DNA.
He had been with Mr. Sheng of his family for seven or eight years, and he vaguely sensed that he might have lost brothers and sisters because his wife was in a very poor mental state, but the Sheng family kept the specifics secret.
Could it be that...
His pupils suddenly dilated, his mouth opened, and he was speechless.
But Zhong Shuning and He Wenli came back soon, and the man who was in the process of infusion pulled out the needle himself and randomly found a cotton swab to hold the bleeding spot, "It's quite late, I won't disturb you anymore. "
"Mr. Xiao Sheng, you haven't given the infusion yet..." Zhong Shuning frowned.
“My hand doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“…”
Zhong Shuning was speechless, it didn't hurt, so he didn't want to continue the infusion, which was also willful.
No wonder his tenosynovitis never gets better.
He was the one who stayed here and refused to leave just now, and now he is the one who is anxious to leave. Zhong Shuning was speechless, this Mr. Xiao Sheng was really difficult to deal with.
After getting in the car, without waiting for Assistant Lu to speak, he took off the cotton ball originally pressed on the back of his hand. It was stained with blood. He also took out the hair from his pocket, sealed them separately, and handed them to the assistant.
“Immediately go find someone to do a test comparison. I need to know the results as soon as possible.”
Seeing his serious expression, the assistant nodded seriously, "Mr. Xiao Sheng, do you suspect that Miss Zhong is related to you by blood?"
"This..."
"This shouldn't be possible, in this world What a coincidence. Although she is an orphan,..."
"She was trafficked, not necessarily an orphan," Mr. Xiao Sheng corrected him.
The orphan issue was overturned after Dean Hao was arrested.
"That doesn't necessarily have anything to do with our family." Assistant Lu was worried that the greater his hopes, the greater his disappointment. After all, the world is so big, how could it be such a coincidence.
Is it possible that it really corresponds to that sentence:
You will always meet people who are destined to go round and round?
“You talk too much!”
His expression was extremely serious, and Assistant Lu stopped saying anything.
After a while, he spoke again, "She will have surgery tomorrow and it should be over in one morning. Help me prepare the plane. I will go to Qingzhou in the afternoon. I want to meet that Dean Hao in person."
Assistant Lu nodded seriously.
It seems that
is really interested.
The man turned his head and looked out the window, his eyes full of desolate chill, but his heart was extremely tense. The whereabouts of his sister were unknown back then. The police investigation concluded that she was dead, but no body was found. Only some blood stains and clothing were found. .
Without seeing the body, he refused to believe that his sister was really dead.
Maybe...
The sky has eyes, and it really sends her back to him.
Mr. Xiao Sheng: excited, nervous, uneasy, excited...
Mr. He: My wife is going to have surgery, nervous, uneasy...
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It’s the end of the month, please give me some tickets and pen refills~