Chapter 42 Not Even A Ghost

He handed the money to the maid next to him, looked at her and said, "This is a reward for you. You did a good job today. Remember to inform me in time if anything happens in the future! There's no lack of your benefits."

"Thank you, Miss Liufei." The maid was overjoyed.

After leaving the villa, Tong Huaer kept running forward. The strong sense of shame made her unable to stop. When she came back to her senses, she found herself standing at the entrance of the hospital.

By the way, she still needed a lot of money.

Tong Huaer looked at the hospital gate in a daze, then suddenly squatted down and burst into tears.

She had no idea how the people around her were looking at her.

A woman with disheveled hair had a torn corner of her skirt, no shoes on her feet, and her exposed skin was dirty.

The most important thing the hospital needed was to leave her alive and dead. No one asked her what happened until a nurse walked past and walked towards her.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Miss?" The nurse pushed her.

Tong Huaer fell to the side as if he had no bones. Half of his small face was livid.

The nurse shouted in surprise, "Miss!"

It was almost evening when several black luxury cars stopped at the door.

Zong Beili sat in the car and tilted his head to look out the window at the door of the villa not far away.

Should he ask her to come back later? It only took her a few dozen hours to wait. It was too cheap for her!

"Young master Zong?"

Ye Shen, who had opened the car door, had been waiting for a while. When he did not see Zong Beili get off, he lowered his head and asked him.

Zong Beili returned to his senses and glanced at him, "Hmm?"

Hmm? Hmm? What?

Ye Shen was confused, but he quickly came to his senses and immediately said respectfully, "Young master Zong, you're tired from the long flight. Please go in and rest. And... Miss Tong has been waiting for you for 30 hours."

Zongbei li ying raised his eyebrows and sat in the car for a while. He lifted his long legs and slowly got out of the car.

Ye Shen closed the car door with black lines all over his head. Was this still the young master Zong he knew? Why did his most revered young master zong become so childish!

Zongbei's tall figure walked towards the entrance of the villa. His handsome face was frosty, and he pulled down the stuffy temperature of the evening by several degrees.

Just as he was about to reach the door, Zong Beili stopped in his tracks and stood with his head down for a while, then suddenly turned his head and glanced at the other side.

His handsome face sank slightly and he turned his head to the other side. This time, his face turned completely black!

"Young master Zong?" Ye Shen walked up in confusion, her scalp numb from Zong Beili's cold face.

"Is that what she told me? She waited for me for more than 30 hours?" Zongbei li's long body turned around, his dark eyes staring at her fiercely, "Where is he?!"

There was no ghost in front of the villa, not to mention a person!

"This..." Ye shen looked around, wiped off a cold sweat and said, "Maybe... Maybe Miss Tong is in the villa?"

Zong Beili narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a while. The intense pressure made him breathless. After a long time, he snorted coldly and turned to walk into the villa.

Of course, there was no Tong Huaer in the villa.

Zongbei sat on the sofa with his long body, surrounded by cold air, and the maids stood in a row in front of him in fear, not daring to breathe.

"Young master Zong, Miss Tong was still here in the morning. We don't know when she left. Maybe... Maybe..." Butler didn't dare to go on.

"Say what you want!" Zong Beili roared.

Butler shuddered. "Maybe Miss Tong couldn't wait any longer, so... He left first."

As soon as he spoke, the temperature in the villa dropped several degrees.

Zong Beili narrowed his eyes, his sexy thin lips curling up in a cold arc, unable to wait any longer? Very good! She was only patient with him for one night, right?!

When he came back from abroad, she dared to run away!

"Find her for me!" There was a surge of anger in his eyes.

No one would doubt that Tong Huaer was really dead this time! Because they had never seen young master zong so angry before!

It was easy to find her. Ye Shen called immediately and came back in less than two minutes.

Without blinking his eyes, zongbei's thin, sexy lips made a gnashing sound, "Where is she?"

"Young master Zong, Miss Tong... She's in the hospital." Ye Shen lowered his head.

Zongbei's handsome face stiffened and he looked up at him.

Ye Shen continued, "The nurse said that Miss Tong had a high fever of 40 degrees."

Late at night, in the vip ward.

The doctors in white coats stood in a row in front of the hospital bed, their heads lowered and they dared not breathe out, all because of the man on the sofa not far away.

Half an hour ago, Tong Huaer was transferred here. Her small face, still unconscious, showed an unnatural red color, and her brows were tightly furrowed, unaware of everything around her.

"Elites, authority, experts..." The man sitting on the sofa stared at the woman on the bed, his thin lips slowly spat out three words, and his tone suddenly turned cold, "Even a fever can't be cured! You guys deserve these words too?!"

"Young master Zong, we've already given miss tong medicine. She hasn't been able to reduce her fever and we can't help it." A doctor said.

Zong Beili narrowed his eyes. "You won't think of a way to stop the fever? Can't change the dressing? I can't afford it?"

The doctors were speechless. Everyone knew about Tong Huaer's relationship with the little patient in the hospital, but they didn't know that she had anything to do with Zong Beili!

"Yes, young master Zong, don't be angry. We'll change Miss Tong's dressing right away!"

The doctors said immediately.

"If she doesn't have a fever today, all of you will give me a fever of 40 degrees!" Zong Beili sneered.

Zong Beili was definitely a man of his word. How dare the doctors neglect him? They were all busy at once, and the nurses kept coming in and out.

Tong Huaer fell into a deep sleep. In her sleep, there were always people walking around without listening to her, making her sleep unsteadily.

With some effort, she opened her eyes, which were all white. She turned her head to look at the strange instrument beside the bed, and her delicate brows furrowed.

Where is she?

"Are you awake?" A man's deep voice suddenly sounded in the quiet room.

Tong Huaer shook, turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and opened his eyes in surprise.

"Zong... Zong Beili? Cough."

As soon as she spoke, she found her throat hurting.

Zongbei li's long body sat on the sofa, watching over her all night. He looked a little pale.

Taking a breath, Tong Huaer looked around and realized that she was in a ward, but she had never seen such a luxurious ward.

"Why are you looking for me?" The man sitting on the sofa went straight to the point.

There was no warmth in his deep voice, and he looked at her as if he were looking at an unimportant stranger.

Tong Huaer froze for a moment, turned to look at him, bit his lip, lowered his head and whispered, "I... I want to ask you to endorse the image of my clan."