Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 1881 - Do You Think That If You Marry An Lan, The Money Will Also Be Yours



Chapter 1881: Do You Think That If You Marry An Lan, The Money Will Also Be Yours

An Zhehui nodded. “What you said is not impossible, but you can’t say that the hospital in Shanghai is fake.”

An Lan couldn’t help but say, “Didn’t you say that you consulted the hospital’s doctor?”

“Is your friend a psychiatrist?” Ji Qian asked, “If he wasn’t, how would he know? Furthermore, the doctors in Shanghai might be more knowledgeable than the doctors in Xia City. I had a friend who couldn’t be cured in Xia City. In the end, he made a trip to Shanghai and now he is still alive and kicking.”

Xu Baohan said, “If it was a regular hospital, of course it would be possible. However, private hospitals are all for profit. We also called that hospital and asked them to give us the name of the medicine, but they couldn’t give us the exact name. I guess they developed it themselves and probably didn’t get the country’s approval through the proper channels.”

“That’s just your guess. There’s no doctor’s consultation and you didn’t even pay for it. How could she tell you the name of the medicine?” Ji Qian retorted. “Besides, if there are so many quack doctors, you judges should sentence them to close down that type of hospital when they are at court. Otherwise, what are the judicial authorities for?”

“Mom, the judicial authorities are working very hard to maintain order, but there are still some traps that you have to be on your guard against.” An Lan really couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ve already contacted the doctor from that hospital. His tone is almost like that of a salesman. Can’t you tell? Also, which doctor from the official hospital will always call you every day?”

Since yesterday, that doctor had taken the trouble to make three to four calls.

“In short, you just don’t want to fork out this money, right?” Ji Qian could finally see it. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on taking your money. Was it An Ning’s lawsuit? That heartless man compensated more than a million dollars. Give us that money and I’ll treat An Ning’s illness. You as a sister don’t want to care about her anymore. We can’t just leave her.”

“It’s precisely because it’s An Ning’s money that I can’t let you guys be cheated by others,” An Lan said angrily, “Who knows when An Ning’s illness will be cured? When she wakes up, she’ll at least have some money in her hands. She’ll have a future. Besides, I’ve already used her money to buy a fund under her name.”

“Oh, you’re using An Ning’s money to invest. You just want to keep that money for yourself. You’ve fallen into a money pit,” Ji Qian said angrily. “You already have so much money, and yet you didn’t even let go of your sister’s money. You don’t even have a bottom line.”

An Zhehui sighed and said kindly, “An Lan, take out the money, it belongs to your sister.”

An Lan was so angry that she could vomit blood.

Xu Baohan pulled her behind him gently, his gaze turning colder inch by inch. “If it’s compensation money, then according to what I know, the case was won because of An Lan. It wasn’t worth to compensate more than a million dollars for a cut on her face, it was all because of An Lan. Furthermore, An Ning’s expenses from the hospital to the mental hospital were all paid by An Lan. In addition to the money An Lan would have to pay in the future, there’s no reason for you to ask for money from An Lan.”

Ji Qian flew into a rage. “Since when did you have the right to interfere in our family’s matters? Is being a judge that great? Don’t tell me you’re thinking of taking our family’s money? Do you think that if you marry An Lan, the money will be yours too?”

An Lan rubbed her face, she truly felt embarrassed. If it were any other man, he would have long been scared away by her parents.

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