Diana replied: "I have a relative who is sick and he is hospitalized. I want to visit him." She said goodbye to him.

"Which hospital is it? I'll send you over." James naturally said: "Just as I'm going home."

"There's no need for trouble. I can go by taxi."

As soon as she finished speaking, James stopped her words. "Oh, you're welcome to me again. You didn't treat me as a friend."

Diana looked at James and laughed. He had been told that she did not treat him as a friend just after they had finished eating. Diana said the name of the hospital.

James asked Diana to wait for him on the roadside. He went to pick up the car.

On the way to the parking lot, he phoned: "George, I'll send a friend to your hospital to visit the patient in about an hour. I'll call you when I'm almost there. Please help me check out that my friend went to see which patient. "

"... you just need to know who the other person is?" George, the deputy director of Charles Rode Surgery, asked doubtfully.

James thought for a moment and said: "If you know what their relationship is, then it's best." If they were close relatives and they needed help, it would be best, James thought.

Arriving at the hospital entrance, Diana thanked James and prepared to get off.

James stopped her. "Can I occasionally ask you out for a coffee?"

"No problem." Diana thought that James was a good friend. It was natural for her to get along with him, and she didn't have to think about too many complicated things. The only drawback was that cost might be a little high.

She carried the snack she bought for her mother and uncle and walked into the hospital without squinting. She did not notice that there was already a pair of eyes staring at her.

Very soon, James received feedback. This news came very quickly. He only left the hospital for a few minutes.

He picked up the phone in surprise. George said easily on the phone: "James, it’s easy to find out. The patient was an old resident of the hospital. His name is Sam and he has congenital heart disease. He is currently waiting for a suitable source of the heart. The lady who got off your car is Sam's niece, and his elder sister's daughter. Most of people in the hospital know her. His elder sister, Vivian often accompanies her brother to the hospital for treatment, and from time to time, his niece will come to the hospital to visit. "

It was such a close relationship, and it was still such a huge illness.

"Is this patient's heart rooted?" James asked.

"Not yet." The other party replied, "But ..."

"But what?"

"This patient used to live in a general ward because he needed medication for a long time. The conditions in their family were not good. I heard that the money expected to do the operation was raised by selling an old house. However, this morning, he had already been transferred to the VIP ward. It is said that the person who handled the procedures for him was from the Miller family. "

"The Miller family?" James asked; "Do they have a relationship with the Miller family?"

"I don't know about this yet."

"Okay, I know." James said: "Diana is my friend. Please take care of her family. In addition, if there is any progress in his condition, please inform me at the first moment."

James was puzzled. When Ms. Diana saw her from the first glance, she looked like an ordinary family-born child. However, the clothes she wore today was Chanel's latest collection, which was genuine. It's not a cottage. It's not affordable for poor families. That dress was very beautiful on her and did not look like a normal family girl.

What was their background? What's the relationship with the Miller family? Why did the Miller family transfer the ward for them? Who would pay for the ward? Could it be that they and the Miller family were actually distant relatives? Or ... he shook his head and kicked out one of the possibilities in his mind. Diana looked very clean, not a girl who would do that kind of thing.

But he couldn't think of the reason for breaking his head.

Imagine that the last time she sent her back, she seemed to have given him a fake address. It seemed that this girl was full of mysteries.

James's expression was full of interest. In his view, these mysteries added a lot of charm to Diana.

At the hospital, Diana followed the nurse with a snack and walked into the VIP ward.

She was just inconvenient to come to the hospital during this period of time. So now why did her uncle get arranged for the VIP room?

When Vivian saw Diana walk in, her eyes instantly became red. She turned her back and kept her brother Sam from seeing her unusual expression.

"Who is here? Quickly come in and sit down." Sam looked pretty good today, even though his face wasn't bloody.

Diana obediently shouted uncle and sat down in front of his bed.

"Your mother said you're busy with your new job this time. Is your new job going smoothly?" Sam had never been married in his entire life, so Diana was his apple.

Diana smiled and said: "It's going very well. I'll be very busy. I still don't have time to take care of you."

"It's good if it's smooth, I don't need you to take care of me. You can work at ease." Sam said: "Right, I want to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"You go and talk to Mr. Louis. I don't have to live in such a good ward, it's too expensive," said Sam.

Diana looked at her uncle and her mother in doubt. Didn't she let her know that she was married to the Miller family? She asked tentatively: "I just wanted to ask, uncle, why did you move to the VIP ward?"

"What? You don't know?" Sam was even more surprised than Diana.

Vivian was also surprised. "Mr. Louis did not tell you?"

Diana was confused. "I don't know anything." Who was Mr. Louis? Louis or the rest of the family? Who gave the room to his uncle?

Vivian's expression changed. She rushed in front of Sam and said: "This morning, someone asked me for it. He claimed to be from the Miller family. He said that he had an accident while driving and you’ve saved him. He made this arrangement to show his gratitude to you. I called you at the time, but your phone was turned off. "

Diana was almost certain that this story had to be compiled by her mother. She was surprised by her mother's level of storytelling and thought to herself. What expression should she make at this time?