Chapter 2 Chapter 2 "Wish," Fang Shimian paused for a moment,...

"Wish you," Fang Shimian paused for a moment, raised the half of his face hidden in his collar slightly, and said in a low and slightly unclear voice, "Wish you, President."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere, which had been somewhat relaxed just now, dropped to freezing point again. The excitement in Zhu Ze's eyes gradually faded away. His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingertips gently pressed on the edge of the USB flash drive.

Seeing this, Xu Long used his huge body to block Zhu Ze, just covering Fang Shimian behind the crowd. The smile on his round face did not look unpleasant, but when he was about to speak, he was pulled over by Manager Yang beside him.

It must be difficult, considering Xu Long's size. Manager Yang held him with both hands, gritting his teeth and his face flushed. He couldn't even catch his breath, and beads of sweat rolled down his temples. It really took a lot of effort.

Zhu Ze calmed down at this time, still looking at Fang Shimian with a gentle smile, and a faint sigh in his voice, "Our little Mian has grown up, and he doesn't even want to call me brother anymore."

The tone was quite intimate. Xu Long raised his eyebrows and looked up, temporarily suppressing what he wanted to say just now. He impatiently waved away Manager Yang's hand that was pulling his sleeve, and snorted lightly.

Behind the several monitors on the desktop in the monitoring room is an entire monitoring wall. The largest display screen in the middle shows real-time monitoring in turn according to a program, and the light is sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Some scattered fragments of memory quickly flashed through his mind. Fang Shimian felt dizzy and his vision was foggy. The sound of his heartbeat gradually became louder than the roar of the machine.

"Brother Zhu." Fang Shimian smiled gently at Zhu Ze, then slowly lowered his head, hiding the confusion in his eyes, "Long time no see."

Manager Yang saw that Zhu Ze's expression had obviously improved, and immediately smiled and said, "Look at what happened. It turns out that Shi Mian knows Mr. Zhu. Look at this kid, he is usually shy..."

Fang Shimian lowered his eyes, for a moment he really didn't know what attitude he should adopt towards Zhu Ze.

While he was thinking, a pair of large hands with distinct joints appeared in his sight. They first lingered on his cheek, and then he felt a chill on his forehead. Fang Shimian subconsciously stepped back a little.

"Is there a thermometer here?" Zhu Ze's voice came from above his head. Fang Shimian was surrounded by a very unfamiliar fragrance and felt a little uncomfortable.

The manager began to look for it in a panic, and Xu Long also turned around to look in the cabinet. There had been a period of severe influenza before, and the temperature was measured at every shift change, so it was impossible that it was not there.

Fang Shimian reacted slowly at this time. He walked towards Xu Long and said in a muffled voice, "I know where it is." Then he opened the third drawer of the metal cabinet, took out the temperature gun, and measured it on his palm. The red temperature display lit up.

After it lit up, Fang Shimian handed the temperature gun to Zhu Ze and smiled at him as if he was confused about the situation. "There's still power."

Zhu Ze took it, pulled Fang Shimian to his side, glanced at his forehead, and when he saw the temperature, his expression darkened.

"39°, Xiao Mian, you are sick."

Fang Shimian nodded, but before he could say anything, Manager Yang gently pushed him in front of Zhu Ze, half concerned and half complaining: "Kid, you have a high fever, why don't you know to ask for leave to see a doctor? What if you delay and get sick? Go quickly, you don't have to come today. I'll ask the order department to send someone to take your place, so you don't have to worry about us."

Xu Long raised his thick eyebrows and said, "Ask someone to take over my post. I'll take Mian Mian to the hospital."

Manager Yang ignored Xu Long and just smiled at Zhu Ze. "How about asking Mr. Zhu to give Shi Mian a ride? I wonder if Mr. Zhu has time?"

Fang Shimian shook his head at Manager Yang, but before he could utter the word "no", Zhu Ze pulled him into his arms without giving him any room to refuse.

Manager Yang looked away and pretended not to see it.

Fang Shimian would not argue with others, nor would he make a scene in front of his colleagues or leaders. It seemed that everyone knew this, so they acted recklessly.

Only Xu Long wanted to speak several times, but was stopped by the security guards brought by the other two managers and taken to the back. Fang Shimen vaguely heard a swear word, but it was covered up by the voice of the manager next to him.

Zhu Ze looked at Xu Long calmly, then looked at Manager Yang, nodded slightly, and left him a business card, "If Shi Mian has anything in the future, you can contact me."

Manager Yang was flattered and took it. His eyes slid from the two of them and paused for a moment when they fell on Fang Shimian's beautiful and delicate face. He immediately had a guess in his mind.

Zhu Ze calmly helped Fang Shimian take off the old vest, and really led Fang Shimian out of the monitoring room like an elder brother.

Ming Ke followed them out and politely declined the managers' enthusiastic farewell.

Zhu Ze's car was parked in an empty parking space outside the monitoring room passage. When the driver saw Zhu Ze coming, he drove out of the parking space, opened the back door, and helped Fang Shimian, whose face was red with fever, into the car. When Zhu Ze was about to get in the car from the other side, Ming Ke stretched out his hand to stop him.

Zhu Ze put his hand on the car door, stopped and looked at Ming Ke, his voice calm, "I will take care of Mr. Huo's car, and when I find He Yao, I will bring him to apologize."

"No." Ming Ke smiled formally, "Mr. Huo means that Mr. He should not appear in Hengshi Group in the future. If such a vicious incident happens again next time, legal measures will be taken directly."

Zhu Ze's expression turned cold. He probably understood in his heart that He Yao had touched Huo Zhongshan's bottom line this time, and he probably wanted to take this opportunity to sound a warning to him.

But it doesn’t matter. Zhu Ze didn’t take it to heart. He closed the car door and drove away.

Zhu Ze got in the car and started contacting the hospital.

Fang Shimian sat in the car nervously, he didn't like any unexpected situations in his regular life, but the person who brought this situation was Zhu Ze, the person who had brought him warmth in his childhood and adolescence. He didn't know what attitude he should use to face him.

It turned out that even when hiding underground, he could still meet acquaintances. Not knowing if God was playing a trick on him again, Fang Shimian pulled down his coat sleeves a little, trying to make his voice sound relaxed, "Brother Zhu, I'll get off here. The Second Chinese Medicine Hospital is next to it."

The driver glanced at Zhu Ze in the rearview mirror, who had just finished a call. He saw him rudely tap the boy on the head and then ordered, "Go to Anhe."

Anhe is currently the world's top private hospital, with a top medical team, top environment and personalized medical services, the most advanced medical equipment and technology, and the most expensive price.

Although Fang Shimian didn't know much about these hospitals, he had heard of Anhe, which had treated many celebrities and wealthy people and was very famous.

"It's just a common cold and fever. I don't want to go." Fang Shimian lowered his head and leaned against the car door. In the autumn and winter seasons, he wore a thin black coat. The trademark on the coat was washed out and the size didn't fit him well. It was a bit too big for him, making him look even thinner.

The collar of the coat was not completely pulled up, revealing a slender porcelain-white neck. There was a faintly visible black string around the neck, and it was unknown what kind of ornament was hanging on it. Zhu Ze's sight was blocked by the white round-neck T-shirt inside the coat.

"Xiao Mian, don't you want to see me today, or don't you want others to know that we know each other?" Zhu Ze sat next to Fang Shimian, took a bottle of water from the side, unscrewed it and handed it to him, "Drink some water."

The scenery outside the car window flew by, and the vehicle entered the North City Expressway unimpeded.

Fang Shimian looked up at Zhu Ze, his heart aching, and then he saw the joy of regaining what he had lost in the man's eyes. After sighing silently, he took the water from Zhu Ze's hand and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Zhu."

"You deleted all your contact information, so I couldn't find you after I came back from my exchange abroad... Xiao Mian, Uncle Fang told me that you didn't take the college entrance examination. Is that true?"

Fang Shimian lowered his head and did not answer. His fingers unconsciously tapped on the words on the bottle, making some tiny noises.

Seeing all this, Zhu Ze still had something he didn't understand. He leaned over and hugged Fang Shimian, hugging him tightly to the ground. His warm breath flowed behind his ears and on his cheeks. "Okay, I won't ask you anymore. Don't think about it anymore."

Fang Shimian's body stiffened for a moment. It had been a long time since he had such close contact with anyone.

Not used to it, very not used to it.

It's like the grass that originally grew in a dark and damp corner was pulled out to the asphalt road and exposed to the sun. It has no support, can't take root, and is afraid that the speeding traffic will crush it into mud.

Zhu Ze did not notice the fear of the person in his arms, and was even thinking that misfortune and fortune are interdependent. The person he had been looking for for so long would actually return to his sight and his arms at this moment, in such a lonely and helpless form.

The car stopped steadily at Anhe Hospital. The nurse took Fang Shimian to have his temperature measured again and did several tests. After learning that they had not eaten lunch, she brought up the menu. Fang Shimian ordered a bowl of beef noodles. After finishing his meal, he waited in the spacious and warm lounge.

A few minutes later, Fang Shimian drank the antipyretic medicine handed to him by the nurse. The doctor pushed the door in with the test report and told them that it was just a fever caused by seasonal influenza and there was no need to worry.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Fang Shimian's temperature had dropped.

After the nurse explained the dosage of the medicine in detail, Fang Shimian took the small red, green and yellow pills under Zhu Ze's watchful eyes before being allowed to leave.

Only after walking out of the hospital and getting in the car did Fang Shimian grab his phone and ask, "Brother Zhu, the bill has not been paid."

The driver did not accompany him to the hospital, and Zhu Ze was with him throughout the whole process. There was no payment process from beginning to end.

No matter how expensive it was, no matter whether it was voluntary or not, Fang Shimian would accept it and wanted to bear it himself.

Zhu Ze chuckled and said nonchalantly, "It's free, don't worry. When you take a vacation, I'll bring you here for a physical examination to see how thin you have become."

He did not lie, these services were indeed free. Anhe Hospital was under the Hengshi Group, and Hengshi's senior executives had a fixed number of medical consultations here, and there was no restriction that they had to use them in person.

There are many senior executives who rely on medical quotas to win over resources in the field, but the group never asks about it. With the exchange of group interests, the final flow of wealth and the beneficiaries are obvious.

Maybe there was a sleeping pill in the cold medicine. After leaving the hospital, Fang Shimian began to feel sleepy. He saw the driver took the same highway back home and thought Zhu Ze was going to send him back to the monitoring room first. He said "Thank you for your trouble" before he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an empty office. A white cashmere blanket was draped over him, half of it sliding onto the black sofa. Fang Shimian stood up, folded the blanket and put it aside.

In the bright and spacious city center where every inch of land is valuable, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a constant stream of people and vehicles. Having stayed in the basement for too long, Fang Shimian now felt as if he was in a trance as he stood high up there. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was 4:30 in the afternoon.

After sitting there for a few more minutes, he knew he should wait, but the urge to urinate made it impossible for him to remain calm. The office had two doors, and Fang Shimian pushed open the one closer to the corridor and went out.

There was a faint sound of water at the end of the corridor, and Fang Shimian heard someone talking before he got close.

"Did you know that He Yao was fired? He didn't even show up, and the company gave him compensation directly."

"Resigned? I thought he and Mr. Huo really..."

"It's just a relationship dispute, but it wasn't President Huo who ordered him to leave. It was President Zhu who personally notified the personnel."

The sound of running water stopped abruptly.

"What? Isn't He Yao Mr. Zhu's cousin? When he first came here, he shouted that everyone knew about it. It turned out to be fake news..."

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The corridor was empty. Fang Shimian had already walked to the door, but because the people inside were talking, he simply took the fire escape next to him to go upstairs. The toilets in this kind of office building are usually in fixed locations.

So when he went upstairs and pushed the door open to find that it was the tea room, he was still a little overwhelmed. But by chance, the door of a room was pushed open at this moment, and the first person who came out was someone Fang Shimian was familiar to.

It was the man called Mr. Ke in the monitoring room today.

Fang Shimen felt as if he had seen a savior and was about to go forward to ask for directions, but he saw that Mr. Ke simply pushed open the door and stopped, his eyes slightly lowered and his expression respectful.

A very imposing man strode out from inside, wearing a well-cut dark suit and with an upright posture. Just by looking at his extremely majestic aura, one could tell that this man must have been in a high position for a long time.

Perhaps he didn't expect there was someone outside, and the man paused slightly when he saw Fang Shimian.

A very indifferent gaze fell lightly on him, a condescending scrutiny that could not tell whether he was happy or angry. However, Fang Shimian felt an inexplicable panic for no reason. He lowered his head, realizing that he might be in trouble.

Ming Ke saw that Fang Shimian was also stunned for a moment, and then he quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words beside the man.

Fang Shimian stepped back a little and wanted to go downstairs through the fire escape. He wanted to go back underground because it was too high here.

At this time, more people came out of the room one after another. They all stopped at the same time and looked at the strange young man standing not far away.

Just as Ming Ke was about to step forward, he saw Zhu Ze coming out of the conference room.