December 12, Friday, 7 a.m.

Yuzhou Third People's Hospital, single ward.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Zida, Lin Han, and Ding Shuyan entered the ward one after another.

As soon as I stepped into the ward, the smell of disinfectant came to my nose. The floor was slightly damp. The cleaning lady had just left.

Zhuang Jianhui was lying on the hospital bed, with a medicine bottle hanging above his head, and the medicine was dripping drop by drop.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the severe pain after the operation kept him awake for the rest of the night. His usual high spirits disappeared, replaced by confusion and pain.

Sitting on the small bed next to them was a middle-aged man and woman, both of whom were equally worried.

Upon seeing the movement at the door, the couple immediately stood up and walked forward: "You're here so early."

Lin Han looked at the middle-aged man. Even if he stayed with him all night, his hair was still meticulously combed.

He is Zhuang Jianhui's father, one of the most powerful people in Yuzhou's team, and he has an advantage in age. In the future, he will not be limited to weak third-tier cities like Yuzhou.

When Lin Han went to Yuzhou with his capital, he first visited Mr. Zhuang.

Lin Han said: "Let's take a look at Xiaohui's condition."

She looked at the middle-aged woman again and said, "Sister, you are back too."

Mother Zhuang nodded, with a look of sadness on her well-maintained face: "How did Xiaohui get injured? I was just about to go to bed last night, but I heard that he had entered the hospital and hurried back. The result was so serious?"

Hearing this, Father Zhuang said: "Okay, don't say these words, I will take care of Xiaohui's matter."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang's mother was instantly furious, "You handle it, you handle it all day long, what's the use of you, I didn't let Xiaohui come to Yuzhou in the first place..."

A quarrel was about to break out.

Zhuang Jianhui's voice was weak and he shouted forcefully: "Can you please stop arguing? If you want to make a noise, go out and make a noise!"

The ward immediately became quiet.

Zhuang's mother had a stern expression.

At this time, Lin Zida was holding a thermos bucket, as if offering a treasure: "The big bone soup I've stewed for you is full of good meat. Eat some to replenish it."

Father Zhuang: "It has not been 6 hours since the operation, and I still can't eat."

Lin Zida calculated the time: "It's almost here, it's insulated anyway."

Zhuang Jianhui had no appetite at all and felt too uncomfortable. Even when he saw Ding Shuyan coming, he could only pull a forced smile on his face.

Several people were talking, and suddenly several doctors in white coats walked in the corridor outside the ward.

"Coming for a ward check."

A doctor about fifty years old smiled and had a particularly gentle attitude. He greeted: "Secretary Zhuang."

The intern doctors who followed him felt strange when they saw it. They must know that their Director Liu is not ordinary. He is not only the chief physician, but also the vice president. He usually has a very high status. He reprimands people in meetings and has a straight face.

The identity of Secretary Zhuang must be unusual.

Zhuang's mother quickly asked: "Doctor Liu, how is our Xiaohui's condition?"

When it came to the professional field, Dr. Liu immediately said: "He was violently hit on his forearm, resulting in a butterfly fracture of the radius and ulna. Two steel plates were installed last night. The operation was successful. I will teach him about the later recovery.

How much impact will it have?"

Zhuang Jianhui worried: "Will there be any sequelae?"

Dr. Liu thought for a while and said, "Fractures in these two parts may affect the function of the wrist and hand, such as hand weakness and reduced grip strength..."

Zhuang Jianhui's face changed and he couldn't help but ask: "Doctor, can I still play basketball in the future?"

Dr. Liu: "Okay, okay, you can do it after you recover."

Zhuang Jianhui turned his head, looked at his right arm wrapped in gauze, and asked, "It won't leave any scars, will it?"

Lin Zida and Lin Han wanted to laugh.

But it cannot be denied that this is indeed important.

Dr. Liu said: "For last night's surgery, I specially called Dr. Feng, who is the best at suturing at the First Hospital of the City, to give you cosmetic stitches to ensure that the scar is minimal, but there will definitely be a scar."

Zhuang Jianhui reluctantly relaxed a little.

Dr. Liu asked caringly a few more times before reluctantly leaving the ward.

In the past, he was just a chief doctor, and the people he usually came into contact with most were the families of various patients. When he became the vice president, he was able to touch the most high-end circles in the city, and he realized how tempting the improvement of social status was.

And the father of today's patient is also one of the top in that circle.

Lin Zida was not in a heavy mood. He smiled and said, "I won't go to school today. I will play with you in the ward."

Lin Han glanced at his face and said, "You can't go to school at all, right?"

Lin Zida: "Hahaha."

Zhuang's mother noticed that Lin Zida's face was bruised and swollen, so she asked: "Dada, what's on your face?"

Lin Zida waved his hand: "Hi, it's okay."

However, thinking about the thrill last night, he was still very happy in his heart.

Lin Zida fumbled for the remote control and turned on the TV in the ward. Seeing this, Zhuang's mother gave Lin Han a look and walked outside together. Zhuang's father also followed.

The end of the corridor.

Lin Han said: "Little Fatty suspects that the person who attacked them is probably related to a student named Wu Yunzhi from their school."

She gave a complete account of the conflict on the basketball court and how the school dealt with it, and also described the attack at night.

Zhuang's mother was heartbroken when she heard this, and she was filled with hatred: "Why is he, a student, so cruel!"

Father Zhuang didn't say anything. He was not an unreasonable person. His handling of Xiaohui was indeed a bit rough.

But, this was not the reason why his arm was broken.

Father Zhuang said: "I'll ask someone to adjust the camera. Those three people will not be able to escape. I said so."

Regarding this point, Lin Han believed that Father Zhuang's duty was to manage this area.

Father Zhuang looked at Mother Zhuang: "It's true that I was negligent, but I will take care of Wu Yunzhi's family affairs."

Lin Han said: "Wu Yunzhi's parents are not simple. I have heard before that several of their brothers have also won the honor of being a moral model in Hui Province."

Father Zhuang didn't say much: "Yeah."

…

In the ward.

TV broadcast screen, Huizhou Satellite TV channel, the female host is playing a news:

"The Changqing Liquid Group's 'Muchangqing' press conference attracted global attention, and biotechnology leads the world... It is understood that Muchangqing is a product developed based on the latest biotechnology. Through a large number of clinical experiments and scientific research, the Changqing Liquid Group It has been proved that "Everlasting Eyes" has a significant effect in controlling myopia..."

"...expressed high praise and affirmation. He emphasized that biotechnology is the future development trend...will vigorously support the development of Changqingye Group, he emphasized..."

The screen turned to the interview session. The reporter put the microphone in front of Shao Shuangshuang and flashed the flash: "Mr. Shao, what is the reason that allowed your group to continuously develop two products that are best-selling around the world?"

Faced with such a scene, Shao Shuangshuang was calm and generous, and her appearance was still stunning even through the official interview footage.

"I think, first of all, it is because the strength and prosperity of the motherland provides the soil for scientific research..."

While watching TV, Lin Zida shook his legs and said, "Mr. Shao is so witty. My aunt is not so good. She is obviously a lot worse."

Ding Shuyan: "Say it to her face."

Lin Zida was dissatisfied: "She only likes to hear good things. If this continues, her relationship with Mr. Shao will only get further and further away."

Ding Shuyan said calmly: "Aren't there still sycophants like you?"

Zhuang Jianhui saw their chat and felt that he, the patient, had been forgotten, and patients were often mentally fragile.

He suddenly reminded: "Little Fatty, don't forget to help me with IV drip."

Lin Zida raised his head, looked at the medicine bottle, and said, "Morning."

Zhuang Jianhui: "Oh."

After finding a sense of existence, he felt a lot more balanced.

Lin Zida added: "When my face recovers and you are discharged from the hospital, we will come to Jiang Ning to say thank you."

Zhuang Jianhui was silent for a while and said, "Okay."

Just the fracture surgery caused him endless pain, and the surgery to install a steel plate on the fracture required not only one but also two operations to remove the steel plate, as well as postoperative risks and sequelae.

Before the operation yesterday, Lin Zida joked that the pain and psychological impact of the two operations were no worse than giving birth to a child.

If Jiang Ning had stood by and watched last night, Zhuang Jianhui would have lost at least one of his teeth, or even broken a leg, and who knows what kind of torture he would have suffered.

He should be grateful.

Only those who have experienced it personally can know the kind of fear. Zhuang Jianhui could not even imagine how miserable he would be without anyone to save him.

Power and status are not worth mentioning when faced with the danger of life. Only one's own strength is the most important.

However, the human body is extremely weak after all. A bullet or a small car accident can kill someone.
To be continued...