Zhao Zhao inherited the memories and some emotions of this body. He looked up and saw a group of doctors and nurses pushing the door open, but he looked around and saw no familiar figures.

"Where's my dad?" This body was still very weak, and its voice was as soft as a cat's. Zhao Zhao frowned, trying to make himself look more fierce.

"This...how would I know this..." Faced with his question, Director Li hesitated, looking around and refusing to look at him.

Zhao Zhao immediately rolled his eyes. "His son has already died once, and he's not worried at all?"

What he said was indeed true. Yu Zhaoyi died of a recurrence of a heart attack before Zhao Zhao came here. Zhao Zhao inherited his emotions and knew that the biggest regret of this stubborn boy before his death was that he did not get to see his father and brother again.

Those two were the busiest of the busy people. As for his father, Yu Zhaoyi hadn't even seen him for two years.

Director Li hurriedly and cautiously smiled, not daring to respond to his words, and changed the subject, "Master Yu, are you feeling unwell?"

God knows how panicked everyone in the operating room was when they learned that the young master's heart had even stopped during the rescue process.

When he had finally decided where to bury him, the boy on the emergency platform showed signs of life again, which was a medical miracle.

Fortunately, fortunately, the person survived in the end, God bless him.

Zhao Zhao just had severe chest tightness, but the rest of his condition was fine. Director Li and his team rushed forward to check on him, and after an hour, he was finally better.

Zhao Zhao looked exhausted, but he pulled himself together and asked, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"We recommend that you stay in the hospital for long-term observation. ...That's what your father means too." Director Li quickly added, fearing that the young master would be angry.

Bring out his father to put pressure on him.

"Well, you will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow, right? Got it." Zhao Zhao closed his eyes and said to himself.

"ah?"

Director Li was dumbfounded. After hesitating for a moment, he was about to say something to persuade her when there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Zhao opened his eyes speechlessly and looked towards the door.

"Master Yu, is it convenient for you to come in?" A young man's voice came from outside.

It’s my brother’s assistant Ye Xi. Haha, just send an assistant to get rid of him.

"Come in!" he said unhappily.

But when the door was opened, he was caught off guard and met the eyes of the man in a suit behind Ye Xi.

The man was wearing a well-trimmed black suit and his hair was meticulously combed, exuding nobility. He had fair skin and a delicate and three-dimensional face. At this moment, looking at Zhao Zhao, who had an expressionless face on the hospital bed, the eyes under his gold-rimmed glasses were extremely gentle.

"Zhao Zhao, how are you? Are you still feeling unwell?"

This is Yu Zhaoyi's elite brother Yu Cixu, who is ten years older than the fifteen-year-old Zhaozhao. Now following in their father's footsteps, he has also gained a place in politics at a young age.

Seeing Zhao Zhao turned his face away and ignored him, Yu Cixu chuckled, "You guys go out first." He was about to start coaxing his younger brother.

After a while, the two brothers were the only ones left in the ward.

Zhao Zhao felt a little uncomfortable, and asked with his neck stiff, "Why don't you wait until I'm dead before coming?"

Yu Cixu quickly coaxed her softly, "I'm sorry, Zhao Zhao, there's an important meeting at the United Nations that happens to take place these two days, and I can't refuse."

He is the only frail and sickly younger brother in the family, and everyone in the family spoils him, including him.

His face was full of apology, and his delicate features also revealed a sense of fatigue. Zhao Zhao asked, "Did you just come back from Country M?"

Yu Cixu smiled and nodded. As soon as the meeting ended, he immediately returned home and went straight to the hospital.

After all, his younger brother was critically ill, so how could he sit still?