novelweb Chapter 440 Lin Xiu's new mission
Chapter 440 Lin Xiu's new mission
Lin Xiu's face turned red and then pale. After a while, she raised her head and said courageously, "Sister Wang Lin, you don't have to believe me, but you are Mr. Zhao's wife. You have to trust Mr. Zhao. If you trust even this little None, what's the point of what this couple did?"
"Also, just because Mr. Zhao married you, it doesn't mean that you and Mr. Zhao are a match made in heaven! There are people who are more suitable for Mr. Zhao than you! It's just that they didn't meet him sooner!"
"You are his wife, not his master, and he is not your slave!"
"If you push Mr. Zhao into a hurry, he will choose another woman!"
"I'm done talking, think about it for yourself!"
After Lin Xiu finished speaking, she turned and left.
This is what she has buried in her heart and has never dared to say.
Now that I said it, I felt a burst of relief.
Why can't people who really love each other be together?
When someone changes, why can't we separate?
Sometimes she is really envious of foreigners' way of breaking up when they feel inappropriate!
On the other side, looking at the background of Lin Xiuyuan's departure, Wang Lin stood blankly at the door.
Only then did she think of a problem, that is, there are many women who like Zhao Aimin.
If Zhao Aimin is forced away, there will be a lot of beautiful women looking for Zhao Aimin!
"Wang Lin, please be nice to your family's Aimin." Wang Xiaohua walked up to Wang Lin and whispered, "A relative of mine just got divorced a few days ago, and his husband immediately found a younger and more beautiful one. It’s a good thing. But my relative is miserable, no one wants old pearls and yellows!”
"I'm just afraid that Aimin will dump me." Wang Lin whispered.
"Are you afraid that he will dump you, so you forced him away first?" Wang Xiaohua asked back.
"This..." Wang Lin was stunned.
What Wang Xiaohua said was right, what she did these days was to force Zhao Aimin to leave?
How ignorant and arrogant I looked in front of that "Xiaoqinqin" and Lin Xiu.
Such a comparison makes Zhao Aimin feel that the two of them are better than him.
"As women, we have to be confused sometimes." Wang Xiaohua said in a low voice, "That's why I scold my husband every day because he is a waste. If he is as capable and rich as Zhao Aimin, what do I care about him? It's not that you don't bring the money back to me... By the way, will Aimin let you take care of the money?"
"Of course!" Wang Lin glanced at Wang Xiaohua, thinking that she has a big mouth, so she can't talk too much with her.
Thinking of this, Wang Lin used the excuse that rice was cooking on the stove, and closed the door after entering the house.
On the other hand, Zhao Aimin knew nothing about what happened at home.
He didn't even think that there was anything wrong with sending Lin Xiu to find Wang Lin.
In his view, Lin Xiu is his friend and capable assistant. It is very normal for him to ask his friends and assistants to talk to Wang Lin if he cannot go home.
At the gate of the mental hospital, Zhao Aimin stopped the car.
When entering the hall of the mental hospital, Zhao Aimin was stopped by security guards.
"Excuse me, who should I call when I want to visit a patient?" Zhao Aimin asked.
"Visiting patients requires registration, here." The security guard said and brought Zhao Aimin to a window.
Inside the window, sat a middle-aged woman in a white coat.
"Doctor Jiang, this guest wants to visit a patient." The security guard walked away after finishing speaking.
"Hello, I want to visit Liu Haizhong." Zhao Aimin said.
Doctor Jiang didn't speak. She took out a thick booklet from the drawer, flipped through it, and then looked at Zhao Aimin and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm his neighbor." Zhao Aimin added, "I've been helped by him before, so I want to come and see him."
"I can't see him." Dr. Jiang shook his head: "He is seriously ill and is a dangerous person. Only his immediate family members can see him."
After speaking, Dr. Jiang put the brochure in the drawer, and continued to read the book in his hand.
"Then how can I meet him?" Zhao Aimin asked again.
"I don't know." Dr. Jiang shook his head, "My rule here is that only the immediate family members of the patient can visit. If it's not the immediate family members, it's not allowed."
Zhao Aimin thought for a while and then asked, "What if your dean agrees?"
"Of course it's fine," Dr. Jiang said.
"Then what's your dean's last name? Where is his office?" Zhao Aimin asked.
"Dean Zhou's office is in the office building next door, and it's the leftmost room on the third floor," Dr. Jiang said.
Zhao Aimin thanked Dr. Jiang, walked out of the inpatient department of the mental hospital, and then walked towards a small building next to it.
On the third floor, Zhao Aimin found the dean's office easily.
When I came to the door, I saw a bald middle-aged man sitting in the room, who must be Dean Zhou.
"Dean Zhou, hello." Zhao Aimin greeted him standing at the door.
"Hello." Dean Zhou nodded: "You are..."
"I am the factory director of Aimin Garment Factory in Sijiu City. One of my neighbors is hospitalized here. I heard from his relatives that the clothes for patients here are relatively tight, and I run a garment factory, so I wanted to take a look. If necessary, I plan to donate some clothes to you." Zhao Aimin said what he had thought in advance.
He did hear from the second uncle's youngest son that the conditions in this mental hospital are not very good, and the clothes worn by the patients are all old, and each person only has two sets.
"Thank you so much!" Dean Zhou's eyes lit up, he quickly stood up and invited Zhao Aimin in, and moved a chair for Zhao Aimin to sit down.
"The conditions in our hospital are not very good, and the funds given to us every year are not enough, so the patients' clothes are torn and can only be sewed and mended." Dean Zhou said.
Generally speaking, the families of mental patients are not very good, and many family members of mental patients have cut off contact with them.
Therefore, mental hospitals are a money-losing business. It is difficult to make money from patients, and they can only rely on funds to maintain the normal operation of mental hospitals.
In addition, being a psychiatrist is very stressful and the salary is average, so high-level doctors and nurses are not willing to come here.
The biggest headache for Dean Zhou every day is how to maintain the normal operation of the mental hospital.
Now someone offered to donate clothes, which is exactly what one could wish for.
"Dean Zhou, this is my business card." Zhao Aimin handed his business card to Dean Zhou, and then continued: "I'm going to give two sets of clothes to each of the patients and medical staff here, please send the clothes Send us the quantity and style, etc., and we will send it over as soon as it is ready."
"In addition, this is my personal donation of 2000 yuan to improve the food for the patients here." Zhao Aimin took out another 2000 yuan and put it on the table.