"I know my own body best!" Assistant Zhou said with a dissatisfied expression.

"Sorry, I just... said it offhand! Just said it offhand!" Seeing that Assistant Zhou was unhappy, the colleague next to him immediately buried himself in his work with great tact.

"Achoo! Who's talking about me?!" Assistant Zhou continued sneezing, looking like he was about to cry.

Assistant Zhou shook his head and continued to bury himself in his work... With the president away, his workload instantly increased several times over. What a miserable working man!

He's practically living at the company! President, can you hear my inner cry?!

...

Inside the ward, a visitor arrived—someone no one expected: Pei Shaoqing!

When Pei Shaoqing appeared at the ward door with flowers and a fruit basket, both An Yiruo and Mo Jingchen were slightly taken aback.

However, Mo Jingchen soon stepped forward and invited Pei Shaoqing in.

"Young Master, what brings you here!"

"I've come to see Auntie. After all, I'm partly responsible for making the surgery a success."

Pei Shaoqing spoke with a smile, but what he didn't say was that a voice inside him compelled him to come and see this aunt. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to come and see her.

"How is Auntie? How is she recovering?" Pei Shaoqing asked, his intention to visit her in the hospital being genuine.

"You're recovering well. Would you like to go over and say hello?" Mo Jingchen asked, looking at him.

"good."

The three of them went into the inner room together. At that moment, An's mother was being fed water by a caregiver. When she saw that I had a guest, she gestured for the caregiver to put down the water cup.

"An'an, have we had a guest?"

"Mom, he's from the Pei family in F City, his name is Pei Shaoqing. He played a big part in getting Dr. John here this time," Mo Jingchen introduced the man to his mother.

"I see, thank you. An'an, go get a chair."

"Thank you," An Yiruo said, moving a chair over for Pei Shaoqing to thank her.

"Auntie, how's the recovery going? Does the wound still hurt?" For some reason, Pei Shaoqing started talking as soon as he saw An's mother.

"The doctor said the recovery is going quite well. Thanks to you, Auntie was fortunate enough to have her life saved," said Mother An, her voice filled with gratitude.

“You’re welcome, Auntie. You and my… aunt are about the same age. Seeing you is like seeing my aunt. Besides, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I’m just accumulating good karma for myself!” Pei Shaoqing said sincerely.

"What a good boy," said Mother An, looking at him. "He's not very old, but he can say such things. He really has some insights into life."

"Auntie, you flatter me. I was just putting on an act in front of you, hehe."

They chatted in the ward for a while. Seeing the young people's vibrant energy made Mrs. An happy. She even felt her own injuries had healed considerably, and the pain in her wounds had lessened!

"Auntie, I have something to attend to, so I'll have to go now. I'll come to see you again another day," Pei Shaoqing said goodbye to everyone after sitting for a while.

He felt that continuing the conversation might disturb the patient's rest.

"An'an, Jingchen, please see him off for me," An'an's mother said from her hospital bed.

"No need to see me off. We're all old classmates, no need for such formalities. Jingchen, sister-in-law, I'm leaving now." Pei Shaoqing gestured for Mo Jingchen to stop, then took his leave and departed.

"I'd only ever heard that the Pei family of F City had a good reputation in the business world, but I never imagined that the children they raised would be so outstanding!" Mother An recalled her past experiences, a fleeting sadness crossing her eyes...

In the operations department office of the Mo Group, Dong Cheng came to Zhang Yuanyuan to inquire about An Yiruo: "Sister Yuanyuan, why hasn't Sister An come to work these past two days? Did something happen?"

“Your sister An’s mother is sick and hospitalized, and she is taking care of her.” Zhang Yuanyuan felt that this was nothing that couldn’t be said, so she simply said it directly.

"Is Auntie sick? Is she seriously ill? Which hospital is she in?"

"Dong Cheng, are you a walking encyclopedia of questions? With so many questions, which one do you want me to answer?" Zhang Yuanyuan said, looking at him with a hint of helplessness.

"I'm sorry, Sister Yuanyuan. I have too many questions," Dong Cheng said, scratching his head somewhat embarrassed.

"She's already had surgery, and it went very smoothly. Your sister An will be able to come back to work in a few days."

"Sister Yuanyuan, do you have Sister An's contact information? We're colleagues in the same office, and I just found out that her mother is sick. I want to send Sister An a message," Dong Cheng said, trying to get An Yiruo's contact information with the words of a caring colleague.

“I have your contact information… But why should I give it to you?” Zhang Yuanyuan looked at Dong Cheng with a shrewd expression, as if trying to see through him.

"Do I need any other reason to care about my colleagues?" Dong Cheng answered An Yiruo's question calmly and composedly, showing no fear of her gaze.

"Is it really just mutual care between colleagues? No other intentions?"

"Really? Or do I swear to you?" Dong Cheng said, half seriously and half jokingly.

"I'll trust you for now, please write this down... 186********"

"I've got it, thank you, Sister Yuanyuan. I'll head back to work now." Dong Cheng was in a good mood after getting An Yiruo's contact information, and he walked lightly back to his workstation.

Back in his seat, Dong Cheng pondered how to compose a text message so that An Yiruo wouldn't dislike him.

After thinking for a while, Dong Cheng opened the message editing dialog box and began typing: "Hello, Sister An. This is Dong Cheng from the Operations Department. I heard from Sister Yuanyuan that Auntie is sick, and I'm very saddened. I wonder how Auntie is doing now? Is she feeling any better?"

After pressing the send button, Dong Cheng stared intently at his phone, eagerly awaiting An Yiruo's reply, while also feeling a little nervous!

After waiting a few minutes without a reply, he figured she must be busy taking care of the patient and didn't have time to check her phone. "It's okay, I can wait," Dong Cheng told himself, trying to reassure himself.

Inside the ward, An Yiruo was sitting by her mother's bedside, her phone on the coffee table in the living room.

The text message notification sounded, but An Yiruo didn't notice it from inside the room. Mo Jingchen, who was sitting on the sofa, peeked at it and found that it was an unfamiliar number.

So he picked up An Yiruo's phone and handed it to her.

"An'an, your phone is ringing."

"Thanks."

An Yiruo opened the text message page and saw that Dong Cheng had actually sent her a message, inquiring about the tense situation of her mother's condition!

An Yiruo tried to recall, but her impression of Dong Cheng was rather vague, and she didn't have much contact with him on a regular basis.