The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 347 - 277

In the hospital room, the girl clutched the sheet tightly, her voice hoarse: "Where are you taking my grandpa? Did Rong Zhi send you? I know she’s up to no good!"

"Let go, please let go of !"

Tang Xuyun was mindful of the patient on the bed, refraining from using real force, but Song Yue had no such reservations. He stepped forward and pried the girl’s fingers apart, with such force that her fingers were nearly broken.

With fingers connected to her heart, Qi Nian couldn’t stop her fingers from trembling in pain.

She glared furiously, wanting to cry but, facing the fierce Song Yue, dared not, standing aside in impotent rage.

"Help, soone, help! They’re kidnapping a patient here!"

The commotion had long attracted people from surrounding rooms; Grandpa Qi’s attending doctor stood nearby, headache in hand.

The hospital had already arranged with Lan’er Sanatorium for a transfer, intending to inform Qi Nian, assuming she’d agree, since the patient was important; unexpectedly, she obstructed the process.

Outsiders were noisy, pointing at the door; Qi Nian caught their puzzled stares in her peripheral vision, and burst out crying, exposing Tang Xuyun and his group’s misdeeds.

As soon as she finished speaking, they were taken aback.

"...So, their dicine made soone sick, and they’re taking the person away? Isn’t that fishy? Are they rushing to cover it up?"

"So wicked! How could anyone do this?!"

"I’ve heard of SL Pharmaceutical, a big company, exploiting us ordinary folks!"

Qi Nian felt satisfaction at hearing the disparagent against SL Pharmaceutical.

Keep talking, say more, this way she could get more money.

Just as she smugly thought she had the upper hand, the crowd suddenly fell silent; within monts, those at the outermost edge stepped back, spontaneously clearing a path for one to pass.

Rong Zhi walked from the back of the crowd, one hand casually in her pocket, a bracelet slipping two inches down her wrist, stark against her pale skin.

Tall and thin, dressed in minimalist black, exuding detachnt and chill, her brows slightly raised, formidable aura silencing those nearby.

Tang Xuyun turned - his eyes lit up: "Third Young Master!"

The crowd was enlightened.

So, this was the Third Miss of Rong Family, who stirred the storms in Beijing!

Qi Nian, tearful, paused, sluggishly raising her head toward the door, where a stunning face filled her gaze, causing her heart to uncontrollably race.

Despite the inopportunity, she couldn’t help thinking Rong Zhi... was truly handso.

Rong Zhi, expressionless, glanced at Qi Nian, turning to the one holding the elderly, Song Yue, focusing on the elderly in his arms, scrutinizing intently, her face briefly cold.

Withdrawing her gaze, she looked at Qi Nian again, speaking slowly: "Could you show the dicine you bought?"

Her tone was calm, devoid of emotion; Qi Nian trembled, gritting her teeth before handing over the purchased candy.

Two palm-sized transparent boxes, initially holding five lollipops, now with only three.

Qi Nian anticipated Rong Zhi would request the candy for examination, so she discarded two, feigning their consumption by Grandpa Qi.

Rong Zhi saw nothing amiss.

She stood silently in this three-person shared hospital room, the cheapest available at the People’s Hospital, yet comfortably occupied.

With her silence, the previously shaken people recovered, beginning to whisper.

Rong Zhi listened for a while, grasping Qi Nian’s situation, asking: "Is Miss Qi’s family not doing well?"

Qi Nian was montarily puzzled, "What?"

Rong Zhi explained slowly: "dication for heart treatnt starts at four thousand nine hundred per dose."

And a box costs twenty-four thousand; according to others’ description, Qi Nian sotis couldn’t even afford hospital fees. So where did she get the money for dicine?

Previously overlooked details were pointed out; Tang Xuyun, thoughtful for a mont, finally followed Rong Zhi’s logic to find where it didn’t add up.

As others’ gaze grew increasingly suspicious, Qi Nian quickly spoke: "I earned it from working! I-I found a job during winter break, and the day the candy went to market, I just received my salary, so I bought it!"

Finished, she stared at Rong Zhi with grievance, "Is it wrong for to buy dicine for my grandpa? I just want him to get better! Who would’ve known..."

Leaving the sentence unfinished, inviting endless speculation.