Super Zoo-Chapter 684 - 674: A Den of Ingrates

Suming pondered for a moment and dialed Wang Hao's number.

As soon as Wang Hao answered the phone, he spoke in a gloomy tone, "Old Su, you've heard about Mr. Yang's issue from sister-in-law, right?"

"I know," Suming replied calmly.

"There must be something fishy going on in Mr. Yang's household. He's a closed book, never willing to trouble friends even with the biggest issues. We can't just ignore it. If you're tied up, I'll go myself. My father has some capable old friends over there. I refuse to believe they can't handle her, some country bumpkin. We don't bully others, but we won't allow someone to just sit on our heads and shit on us..."

Wang Hao, though often loquacious, was by no means devoid of schemes; on the contrary, his father's occupation exposed him to such tactics from an early age, endowing him with considerable acumen.

This was apparent from his casual conversations. At times, he could ramble on for hours at a dinner table, and yet, on retrospect, one would realize that the man hadn't revealed any substantial information. However, when it came to serious matters, he often made his point in just a sentence or two, achieving his true objective.

In short, Wang Hao was a highly competent individual, rarely seen speaking harshly or in a flustered manner as he was now.

Knowing that Wang Hao was seething inside, Suming didn't interrupt and waited for him to finish before asking, "Where are you?"

"Ah?... I'm at home," Wang Hao replied, startled.

"I'll be there in ten minutes, then we'll head to Yang Tao's together."

"Oh... Okay!" Wang Hao seemed excited all of a sudden. He was cunning, and Suming was capable; he understood very well that Suming's decision to go right away meant he was genuinely angered.

"Should we notify Monkey and Lin Mu? We all shared a dorm room, didn't we?" Wang Hao hesitated over the phone.

"No need," Suming said decisively. Though they all shared a dorm room back then, Yang Tao's family matter was, after all, a domestic disgrace not to be aired in public. Suming and Wang Hao, one a businessman and the other with a political family background, could both be of significant help to Yang Tao. Lin Mu and Hou Longtao, on the other hand, wouldn't be of any help and were currently wrapped up in their own troubles.

Lin Mu had a condition where he'd die if he didn't flirt with beauties, and Hou Longtao had a condition where he'd die if he didn't listen to his wife...

After hanging up, he patted Tony on the shoulder, "Turn around, we're going to Wang Hao's place, then heading straight to Jiangcheng."

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Jiangcheng City, the capital of Province J, is one of the largest and most modernized booming cities in southeastern Huaxia.

Compared to Yangchuan City, Jiangcheng is like a gigantic creature, far surpassing Yangchuan in both population and economic development.

If there is anything Jiangcheng falls short of, it is the geographical advantages of Yangchuan City—which lies along a river and backed by mountains, pressing on a major dragon vein of Huaxia; Jiangcheng, in contrast, is purely driven by technology and economic growth without much natural scenery.

Given its higher administrative level and not being in the same province as Yangchuan City, while on the plane, Suming listened as Wang Hao mentioned his father's old war buddies in Jiangcheng City. Thinking it over, he doubted they could be of much assistance with Yang Tao's family issue.

After all, it was a typical divorce dispute—morally questionable to cheat, but not illegal. Moreover, all the information Suming and Wang Hao had at the moment was merely hearsay from a classmate, and they were not sure about what exactly had happened in Yang Tao's house or what the truth was.

Everything should proceed according to the law; it's just a divorce lawsuit. Unless they resort to extremely aggressive actions, which Suming felt were clearly not necessary at this point.

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Yangchuan City First People's Hospital's special care ward.

Pushing the door open, the ward was very quiet, so quiet that it was nearly deserted, with only the rhythmic and faint 'beep... beep...' sound from the heart monitor.

On the only bed in the ward lay an old man with his eyes slightly closed, gray hair covering his head, his face gaunt, a breathing tube inserted in his nose, and under the thin sheet, an outline of an emaciated body. His veiny hand, which was outside the sheet, still had an IV drip.

Suming slightly furrowed his brow. He had met Yang Tao's father during his junior year, and back then, he was a spirited middle-aged man with a full head of black hair. How had he become such a shadow of his former self in just two to three years, at only fifty years old, appearing like an elderly man teetering on the brink of death?

Facing the bed, with his back to the door, sat a person at the edge of the bed, resting on it. Judging by the silhouette, it should be Yang Tao.

Hearing noise from behind, the half-asleep Yang Tao confusedly opened his eyes and turned his head to look over.

Seeing him, Wang Hao blurted out, "How did you end up like this?!"

Yang Tao's face was covered in stubble, noticeably thinner, with bloodshot eyes deeply sunken, and his hair was messy and disheveled, showing extreme dejection.

He was a far cry from the warm and outgoing class president he used to be.

Seeing Suming and Wang Hao appear in the ward, Yang Tao was visibly taken aback, but he quickly came to terms with it. Without bothering to ask how they came or how they found out—since, as friends who cared, it wouldn't be difficult for these two roommates to find out what had happened to his family—he simply accepted their presence.

"How's your uncle's health?" Suming tugged at Wang Hao, signaling him to keep his voice down in the ward, and then looked over at Yang Lin, who was unconscious on the bed, as he asked Yang Tao.

"He was just resuscitated and is under observation. The doctor said he's injured his central nervous system, there's a very high possibility he'll be paralyzed from the waist down, and he'll probably spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair," Yang Tao said in a bitter low voice.

"Paralyzed?!" Wang Hao asked.

"Shall we step outside to talk?" Suming asked Yang Tao with an inquiring look.

Yang Tao nodded, "Wait here for a moment." After saying that, he checked all the equipment used for monitoring Yang Lin one by one, and finally placed the nurse call button within Yang Lin's reach, ensuring that if Yang Lin woke up with any needs, he could call the nurse.

After carefully completing all these tasks, Yang Tao left the ward with Suming and Wang Hao.

At the end of the second-floor corridor, there was a small balcony. Seeing that there was no one else around, Yang Tao fished a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, took one for himself, and then left the pack on the balcony.

"No one has come to visit your dad?" Wang Hao's first question seemed a bit out of the blue. From a quick glance earlier, apart from the medical equipment and a few cups and boxes for personal hygiene and eating, not even a single flower was in the ward.

This was quite illogical. No matter what, Yang Lin was a company executive. If he had died, it would have been normal for no one from the company to attend the funeral, but it was baffling that he was alive and in the hospital with no visitors.

When Wang Hao's own father was hospitalized, the ward was full of flowers and bustling with visitors; he could have opened a florist shop with all the flowers he received during his illness.

"The company?" Yang Tao gave a bitter laugh, "I only found out after joining the company that all the old friends who'd struggled alongside my father have been pushed out over the years. Those left are a pack of ingrates. The company has now become a den of thieves."