Chapter 10 Will

Chu Yunqi looked at the table full of breakfast with a smile in his eyes, but his hand stopped just as he picked up the chopsticks. Has Zhou Jingzhan eaten?

Thinking of this, he felt bad and couldn't eat anymore. He put down his chopsticks, changed his clothes and took a bunch of breakfast to the office. Before he could even sit down, Zhou Jingzhan came back: "Are you sober? If not, go back and rest."

Hearing the sound, Chu Yunqi turned around and glanced at him: "It's okay, it won't delay the business." After saying that, he pointed to the breakfast at hand: "You haven't eaten yet, right? Ji Hong bought a lot, you... want to eat something?"

Zhou Jingzhan looked at Chu Yunqi suspiciously, lost in thought. How many little beauties had he hooked up with during his time abroad?! Who taught him to be so gentle and considerate? How many people had this scumbag done this to?!

Not in the mood to think more, Zhou Jingzhan pulled out a stool and sat down without any hesitation. He picked up a fried dough stick that Chu Yunqi had not finished and took a bite. After chewing it for a few times, his brows frowned - he had forgotten that this was Chu Yunqi's favorite sugar-coated fried dough stick.

Zhou Jingzhan swallowed the sugar-coated dough stick with difficulty and threw the rest back into the bag, not forgetting to complain: "What kind of weird taste is this? Who eats sugar-coated dough sticks? It's so disgusting."

"If you don't like it, eat something else."

Luo Zixi had already learned from Ji Hong that neither of them went home last night, and asked timidly, "You didn't do anything you shouldn't have done yesterday, did you?"

Chu Yunqi ate his meal without any appetite and replied nonchalantly, "What can I do in the hospital?"

After getting a negative answer, Luo Zixi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she still had a chance. The situation between these two people had not developed to that point yet.

Chu Yunqi suddenly came to his senses and asked Zhou Jingzhan jokingly, "Why didn't you bring me back to your house yesterday? Were you afraid that I would do something wrong or that you would do something wrong?"

Zhou Jingzhan didn't even raise his eyes: "I have something important to do back at the hospital."

It seemed like there was such a thing in his memory. Chu Yunqi became serious: "That old man with lung cancer? I heard from Ji Hong that this old man refused to seek treatment and would not listen to anyone."

"It was him. He left in the early morning."

Chu Yunqi was sad, thinking that Zhou Jingzhan must have developed feelings for him after such a long time, so he comforted him, "Don't be too sad."

"I'm not sad." Zhou Jingzhan didn't appreciate it at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's son Liu Zhi came to Zhou Jingzhan with an envelope in his hand.

Zhou Jingzhan stood up and asked politely, "How are the old man's funeral arrangements going?"

Liu Zhi nodded and handed him the letter with both hands: "When I went to pack up his things, I found two envelopes on his bedside. One is a will, and the other is this."

Zhou Jingzhan took it. The envelope was labeled "Thank You Letter" and "To Director Zhou." Then he heard Liu Zhi say, "It's my father's funeral. Please be sure to come if you have time."

Zhou Jingzhan tightened his grip on the envelope and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Corey has a lot of things to do, so I won't go."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Liu Zhi left with regret.

Everyone around was looking at Zhou Jingzhan. He sat down as if he saw nothing and stared at the envelope for a long time before opening it. There were three pages on it.

Zhou Jingzhan remained emotionless throughout the entire process. After reading the letter, he folded it up, glanced at the people around him, and said coldly, "What are you reading? Go do what you need to do."

The group of people dispersed.

Zhou Jingzhan then put the letter away and stared intently at the surgical video on the computer. His eyes became moist as he watched. Chu Yunqi noticed this and handed him a piece of paper: "It's all human nature. Don't be so stubborn. I can lend you my shoulder to lean on."

"I don't need it." Zhou Jingzhan still insisted and wiped the table with the paper.

Luo Zixi ran to talk gossip with Ji Hong: "Has he always been so cold-blooded and heartless? He wasn't sad at all when the patient he had been with for such a long time passed away. The patient even left a letter for him."

Ji Hong was not surprised at all and explained in a low voice, "Yes, I heard that the teacher who first taught him was the former director of our department, the great surgeon, Ding Xinye. He was a well-known demon in the medical school, and many students were terrified of him. He never smiled, had a very high failure rate in his classes, and could not tolerate any mistakes. No matter how pitiful or miserable the patient was in the hospital, he was always ruthless and never gave them extra appointments. When it came to patients from other places, no matter how much they begged, unless they wanted the surgery themselves, there was really nothing he could do. And look at Director Zhou, who he taught, he is a complete copy of him. He can make you cry even if he speaks calmly."

Ren Jieling asked, "Is that the Ding Xinye mentioned in the surgical textbooks? Then why is he no longer in the hospital?"

Ji Hong continued to answer questions and resolve doubts: "It's that person. Although he no longer works at the hospital, he always comes here from time to time. When that happens, it will be a disaster day for all of us."

Hearing him say this, Ren Jie Ling felt both anticipation and fear.

Just as the three of them quieted down, Dean Su arrived and solemnly announced, "Dear colleagues, tomorrow morning, Director Ding Xinye will be back at the hospital for rounds. Please prepare well if you have time today. Don't blame me for reminding you."

Luo Zixi immediately became dejected: "Are you a crow's mouth?"

At this moment, Ji Hong was also doubting his life, biting his fingers and trembling: "I, I didn't mean to bring it up, you asked first."

The one who was most frightened after hearing this news was Chu Yunqi. He was now extremely uneasy: "If he comes and we run into him, he will definitely tell my mother. If my father finds out then, won't I die?"

Zhou Jingzhan was already busy with his own affairs, and had no intention of caring about him. He evaded the question by saying, "When he comes, just admit your mistake. You are his biological son after all. Your father won't beat you to death. You'll just need to recuperate for a few months at most."

Chu Yunqi held his head in pain: "I won't come tomorrow, I want to take a leave."

"Escape isn't a solution. You can be away, but your true colors will eventually show up, and by then it'll be too late to explain." Zhou Jingzhan was confused: "Why don't you tell your family the truth?"

"Don't ask, don't ask, just let me be quiet for a while."

In the end, Chu Yunqi decided to take a day off tomorrow.

However, things did not go as planned. When he went home, took a shower and was about to go to bed in the evening, he was urgently recalled by the hospital. There had been a series of car accidents and many casualties. There was no choice. No matter how much he didn't want to have the operation, he had to go back and stayed in the operating room all night.

The rescue was over and the department had just returned to calm when it was time to go to work. This also meant that Ding Xinye was about to arrive, and Chu Yunqi had no time to go home.

Not sure if it was because he was tired or scared, Chu Yunqi drank two bottles of water in succession.

Zhou Jingzhan took this opportunity to order a wreath to be sent to Mr. Liu's funeral.