Chapter 53

The business car sped all the way. It was too troublesome to run back and forth to the hospital, so Yuan Heng drove directly back to Lanhai and called the family doctor over.

When Yuan Heng was filming, bruises and sprains were commonplace, so his family doctor was a neurologist, who was also a specialist in the field.

Yuan Heng drove into the parking lot and used the same trick to carry the person upstairs. There was a young mother with a child in the elevator. The little girl had two pigtails and said in a baby voice, "Mom, it's a mermaid."

Xiao Ziyu buried himself in Yuan Heng's arms and pretended to be dead. Yuan Heng himself didn't care about other people's opinions. The young mother was a little embarrassed and pulled her daughter behind her: "Shh..."

"Will the mermaid die if she leaves the water?" the little girl kept asking.

They couldn't see her face clearly from this position, they could only see Xiao Ziyu's thin body and long hair. The young mother said: "That's not a mermaid, it's a young lady pretending to be one."

However, the little girl was still immersed in her own story, and she said confidently: "The prince was a bad guy. The mermaid came ashore for him, and finally turned into foam and died."

When the mother and daughter walked out of the elevator, the young mother turned around and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry."

As soon as the elevator door closed, Yuan Heng moved his lips and said, "Miss."

Xiao Ziyu felt like he had no desire to live: "..."

He forced himself to divert his attention: "What's the story of the prince and the mermaid?"

When they reached the 30th floor, Yuan Heng carried the person out and made up a story: "The story of a mermaid prince who fell into the hands of a bad guy and was eaten up by a bad guy."

Xiao Ziyu felt something was wrong and completely gave up the idea of ​​communicating with Yuan Heng in a friendly manner.

Back at the apartment, Yuan Heng helped him take off his fishtail suit. Xiao Ziyu straightened his back and hissed, and his two long legs were twisted together awkwardly when the fabric left his body.

Xiao Ziyu: "I can do it myself."

Yuan Heng didn't let go: "So she was wearing stockings."

The stockings were tied around the waist and were difficult to remove, so Yuan Heng simply took a pair of scissors, cut a hole in them, and pulled them off violently.

When he finally changed into his pajamas, Xiao Ziyu was sweating all over, his ears were red, and he leaned against the head of the bed, breathing slightly.

Not long after, the family doctor, Lao Zhang, also arrived. He hadn't been to Blue Sea for a long time since Yuan Heng stopped filming.

Yuan Heng's apartment was like a forbidden place. Most of his consultations took place in the living room or study. Old Zhang knew his temper and would never ask any questions. He would just leave after seeing the patient. This time, after entering the room, I was led into the bedroom.

Yuan Heng is fine, it is the long-haired boy on the bed who needs to see a doctor.

Being a family doctor always brings one into contact with more private and bizarre cases. Old Zhang is approaching his fifties. When he saw the stockings on the ground and the fishtail dress that had not been put away, he secretly had some thoughts in his mind.

Yuan Heng had talked to him on the phone, and Lao Zhang asked directly: "Did you hurt your waist?"

Yuan Heng had already checked Xiao Ziyu once. "It might be a sprain. It's a little swollen."

Xiao Ziyu went from leaning on his back to lying flat on his back, his robe was lifted a little, and Lao Zhang put on gloves and pressed along the spine to the lumbar spine. "No bones were injured, but the muscles were strained. I need cold compress."

He took out the prepared ice pack, wrapped it in a towel, and applied it to Xiao Ziyu's lower back: "Three times a day, switch to hot compress after 48 hours, and then wear a waist brace for a week."

Xiao Ziyu was stimulated by the ice pack and couldn't help but groan. Yuan Heng reached out to take the ice pack and held it for him, but he was still worried: "His lips are pale and he has been sweating."

Doctor Zhang took his blood pressure again and concluded: "His heart rate is fast and his blood pressure is low. He is either frightened or tired."

Yuan Heng nodded in agreement. He was first frightened by the colored contact lenses and then tired by the wire work. All these factors were present.

Doctor Zhang looked at his expression and advised, "Exercise in moderation and pay attention to the correct posture. It's understandable that young people like to pursue excitement, but it's not good to get hurt."

Yuan Heng sensed something was wrong: "What?"

Doctor Zhang saw this expression as a sign of lack of knowledge. He shook his head and said, "You should do your homework and not blindly pursue novelty. I have a few tutorial books that I can recommend to Mr. Yuan later."

Yuan Heng reacted and got angry. He had been busy serving people for more than an hour, but he didn't get any benefits. He was also suspected of being the instigator: "He is a frivolous old man. He sprained his ankle while hanging on the wire."

Xiao Ziyu buried himself in the quilt, pretending to be an ostrich, listening to the footsteps of the two people fading away. Finally, the door of the room opened, and Dr. Zhang was finally sent away.

Yuan Heng turned back and sat down beside the bed. Seeing Xiao Ziyu remained silent, he took the initiative to ask, "Why aren't you talking? Are you secretly cursing me in your heart?"

Xiao Ziyu raised his eyelids and glanced over, feeling completely embarrassed and not wanting to talk: "If I had the strength, I would scold you openly."

Yuan Heng excused himself: "It was Doctor Zhang who misunderstood."

Xiao Ziyu's head ached when he thought of this, and he buried himself back in the quilt: "We are birds of a feather."

Xiao Ziyu stayed in bed at home for two days. On the third day, Yuan Heng brought him a waist brace so that he could barely walk.

To be on the safe side, Yuan Heng made an appointment for a physical examination at the hospital and only returned to work after the examination.

When Qi Huai knocked on the door and came in, he was looking at Xiao Ziyu's lumbar CT scan on a large curved display screen. His spine was straight without scoliosis, and his lumbar vertebrae were neatly arranged, which was very friendly to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Qi Huai waited for him to look up from the screen before saying, "Mr. Yuan, we didn't win the bid for the solar panel project in the west of the city."

Yuan Heng took the information he handed over. The agricultural-photovoltaic complementary project has become popular in recent years. The government has publicly tendered to install solar panels on agricultural land to generate electricity and supply it to nearby residents or factories.

The director in charge of bidding had worked with Yuantai several times and they had a good impression of each other. However, the project that seemed almost certain to succeed was aborted halfway.

Yuan Heng pondered and said, "Is Meng Yanzhi in charge of this project?"

"It's Manager Meng," Qi Huai nodded, "He wanted to come and see you alone, but I stopped him."

"What's the point of meeting me? Let him summarize and reflect before the meeting." Yuan Heng asked calmly: "Which company won the bid in the end?"

"It's called Longyue Real Estate, a small company that was established two years ago," Qi Huai explained, "I checked it out, and the operating model of this company is very similar to Yuantai, and..."

He took out another document: "The phone that was taken from Zhang Mei earlier was also tracked by a private detective. The person that Lao Wang contacted before being convicted was also Long Yue's. His last name was Yu, and he was a sales manager."

Comparing the two documents, some clues gradually became clear. Qi Huai said, "Meng Yanzhi must have found a buyer. He gave Yuantai's resources to Long Yue, and Long Yue sent someone to protect his son."

As soon as Meng Leyu got into trouble, Long Yue was able to find Meng Yanzhi. Yuan Heng didn't think it was such a coincidence. Moreover, Meng Yanzhi is short-sighted and has a shallow mind. Although he might be able to make a small profit through corruption, he does not have the courage to tamper with government projects.

Unless someone had lobbied him in advance, Meng Yanzhi would choose to take the risk when he had no other choice.

Yuan Heng's face was gloomy. If Meng Yanzhi was not a special case, how many similar project managers in the company had been poached?

Longyue has been able to undertake large-scale projects just two years after its establishment. Who is it sucking the blood of behind its rapid growth?

A small wire pulley could actually cause so many problems. Yuan Heng turned his attention back to the black and white image on the screen, "What a lucky star."

Xiao Ziyu didn't know that his internal organs had been clearly seen by others. He allowed himself to be lazy for a few days to adjust his tense mood after filming.

Since he had nothing to do, he wandered around the flat after waking up from a nap. Finally, he saw the guqin that Yuan Heng bought from Du Qian in the storage room. It had been left there for too long and was covered in dust.

The strings of a guitar will become loose if they are not played. Xiao Ziyu took the guitar out of the box. He didn't look at it carefully at that time, but now he has touched it again. The wood and strings are both of top quality. Even without maintenance or wiping, they are still black and shiny. I guess the price will not be cheap.

He didn't want to waste a good thing, so he carried the piano to the living room, sat on the floor, and composed a lively tune.

Yuan Heng heard the sound of piano as he came up from the elevator. When he opened the door, he saw someone sitting in the sunset glow, facing the large bay window, with her hair cascading down to the ground. With the snap of her fingers, crisp notes came to her face.

He stopped and waited until the person finished playing a song before going over: "What song is that?"

Xiao Ziyu didn't stand up, he just looked up at him: "It's improvised, there's no name for it."

"Oh?" Yuan Heng made a bold guess, "Then you are playing the piano in the direction of Yuan Tai. Can I understand this as expressing my longing for you through music?"

The bay window in the living room faces the CBD area, and one can see the top floor of Yuantai Building from afar. Xiao Ziyu did not expect that this could be interpreted in this way, and he used a new word he learned online to refute: "Don't use your imagination."

"You already know all these in your head. It seems you've been surfing the Internet a lot." Yuan Heng raised his eyebrows. "What new words did you learn?"

Xiao Ziyu raised his eyes from bottom to top, examined the man, and finally said, "A thug in a suit."

There was a hint of frivolity, a hint of teasing, and a look of complete seriousness in those eyes, which made Yuan Heng almost want to commit violence on the spot and press the man down on the piano.

Time flies. Just a few days after Xiao Ziyu took off his waist brace, he received the news of the recording of "Xunsu".

Because it is a slow folk variety show, the interaction between the guests will also become the main highlight. The program team asked them to gather at the designated location a week in advance, spend a few days together, and get familiar with each other before the formal filming.

Xiao Ziyu's personal team still includes Luo Li and his daily assistant Wang Kai. The filming location is a folk culture village in the south. Luo Li sent him the exact location, which turned out to be near the capital of the ancient Shu Kingdom hundreds of years ago.

Xiao Ziyu was stunned after getting the information. He was really caught off guard that he was actually going back to his hometown.

Xiao Ziyu didn't sleep the night before leaving, and had dark circles under his eyes when he set out. Yuan Heng frowned and took out the eye cream and forced him to apply it.

It is not shameful to be so excited about returning to his hometown that he loses sleep. Xiao Ziyu refuses to put anything on his face, and even argues: "Only when you adjust your inner self can you show your energy and spirit. You can't just apply it out with these bottles and jars."

"Internal adjustment is no longer effective," Yuan Heng looked at his swollen eyes, "You need emergency treatment."

"People in ancient times didn't have skin care products and didn't need first aid," said Xiao Ziyu.

Yuan Heng thought to himself, not everyone is like you, who can still look good even with a swollen face. He was worried for the first time and checked the clothes and documents that Xiao Ziyu brought with him. Finally, he had to say, "Don't forget to report your itinerary."

Xiao Ziyu nodded perfunctorily. In his heart, he had already left Jiangnan. He felt even more timid as he got closer to home. He felt mixed emotions and was still nervous.