In the end, He Qian couldn't resist Z's obsession.

Having someone around me makes me feel a little hindrance when I work.

After busying himself for a while, He Qian turned away helplessly.

"I won't run away. You should follow President Rong first. That's your duty."

z waved at him.

"Mr. Rong, you don't have to follow for now. Mr. Lin just came over."

If he went there, it would be redundant.

…….

He Qian was silent for a while.

Lin Ji is here today too?

"I see."

Turning around, He Qian adjusted his glasses.

Since there's no way to escape, just try to ignore it.

He picked up the document on the desk and began to concentrate on his work.

Mr. Rong had to go through countless documents every day. Basically, all matters, big or small, would first go through the secretariat, then come to him for review, and finally he would screen the important documents before handing them over to Mr. Rong.

In other words, the number of documents he needs to review every day is actually frightening.

z watched from the side and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Isn't this speed of reading files a bit too fast?

He was very doubtful whether He Qian had read the words on the document in such a short time!

Watching the files on He Qian's desk rapidly decreasing, Z couldn't help it.

"Brother Qian, do you see it clearly when you look at it this way?"

He Qian, who had just entered the working state, was called and his wrist paused. He immediately felt a piercing pain.

He frowned slightly. It seemed that the injury was quite serious this time. If he didn't get a couple of injections, he might really die.

He sighed, put the document back with his other hand, and turned his head.

"Be quiet so I can finish reading it sooner."

z silently made an expression as if he was zipping up his mouth, and silently moved the stool one meter away.

He Qian turned his head and reached out to take down another document.

After looking for a while, he turned his head and threw out a sentence.

"I'm special. I can read ten lines at a glance. I'm a good boy."

Stop staring at him, it affects his work efficiency.

One glance and ten lines!

z suddenly realized.

He supported his chin and looked lazily at He Qian's back, marveling in his heart.

No wonder, that’s what he said.

He clearly only showed his face once with his master, so how come Brother Qian remembered who he was the second time? So that's how it is.

This is a skill that everyone envies and wants.

"Assistant He."

Two people walked out of the office door one after another, and Rong Qing waved at He Qian.

He Qian stood up and said, "Mr. Rong."

"Lin Ji and I are going to go out for dinner first. Call me if there's anything important."

As for the unimportant things!

Then don't call dad!

Dad wants a happy world for two of us!

He Qian understood, "Okay, no problem, Mr. Rong. There's nothing important today. I wish you and Mr. Lin a pleasant meal."

Since Mr. Rong wants to have dinner with Mr. Lin today, it is okay to postpone some less important meetings.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Rong Qing made a gesture to him, and he glanced at Z who was sitting next to He Qian and was about to stand up.

"By the way, Z doesn't need to come with me. I'll give you half a day off today."

z reluctantly stood up, paused, and sat back down silently.

He didn't really want to ask why they had a holiday, so he just kept quiet.

"Then let's go~"

Rong Qing naturally took Lin Ji's hand, waved at them, and went downstairs with Lin Ji, leaning their heads against each other and talking carefully about something sweetly.

He Qian looked at this scene and inexplicably thought of Tiandou at home.

Every time Tiandou came over to him and successfully asked for snacks, he would always have this smug expression on his face.

He thought about it and found it funny.

Mr. Rong and Tiandou are not the same kind of creatures.

Sitting down, He Qian continued to deal with the documents he had not finished reading.

However, after not looking for long, he noticed a sharp pain in his wrist.

Maybe I really hurt my bones?

He Qian sighed in his heart and quickened the pace of reading the documents.

About an hour later.

The secretaries came over one after another to clock out, and He Qian was already buried in looking through the documents on the desk.

One of the secretaries looked at it curiously when punching in and said something strange.

"That's weird. Normally, Assistant He would have finished reading such a small amount of documents long ago. What happened today? No wonder there are so many emails?"

z paused in supporting his chin, and then he noticed that He Qian seemed to have maintained this posture for a long time?

He hurriedly walked closer and saw He Qian flipping through documents with a pale face. It was obvious that his efficiency was much lower than before.

When he looked again, he saw that He Qian's wrist had swollen up a lot, and it was obvious that the condition was serious.

It's already like this, why is He Qian enduring it?

"Brother Qian! Stop looking, I'll take you to the hospital!"

My hands are like this!

This man is too stubborn!

He Qian paused while flipping through the documents, looked at his wrist again, and sighed.

Forget it, it would be a waste of time to continue watching this.

"Let me clean up."

He stood up and Z came over quickly.

"Brother Qian, let me help you!"

He Qian paused and nodded.

"Just turn off the computer and put the files in a little more order."

He took two steps back to give space to Z.

After helping to clean up, He Qian nodded.

"Let's go, clock out."

He picked up the car keys from the table.

It was only when they arrived at the parking lot that He Qian realized something.

He seems unable to drive in this state?

"Brother Qian, let me open it."

Z, who was standing nearby, understood what he meant when he saw his expression. He scratched his head and volunteered.

"Need not."

He Qian glanced at him.

"Let me call a designated driver."

He paused and added.

"As I recall, you can't drive, right?"

z was stunned for a moment, then he smiled.

"Brother Qian, do you remember all this?"

He looked at He Qian with more and more curiosity. How come this man seemed to know everything?

"If you can't drive, don't be stubborn and just stay in the back seat."

He Qian didn't say anything, he just made a phone call and really called a designated driver over.

When He Qian arrived at the old Chinese doctor he was familiar with, he was scolded before he even said what he was doing there.

The old man is over seventy years old, but his back is straight and he is full of energy. He doesn't even take a breath when he scolds people.

"I said your wrist would break sooner or later. Now it's alright, isn't it? You came to me in this state. Why didn't you wait until your wrist was broken before coming here? Or why don't you just roll over here quickly? What are you doing standing there?"

As he spoke, he carefully pulled the patient into the consulting room. He kept cursing at me, but he had already started examining the patient with his hands.

After looking for a while, the old man frowned and looked up at He Qian.

"What happened? Did you fight with someone?"

This isn't an injury caused by work, this is an injury caused by a standard grappling technique.

Isn't this kid He Qian doing the work of a scholar? How did I come across a grappling technique?

Z stood behind He Qian and laughed dryly, "It was me who accidentally hurt Brother Qian."

The old man took a look and found that the young man was tall, with a face that was 70% romantic and 30% fierce. It was obvious that he was not a good person.

But he looked at He Qian again, who had no trace of anger between his brows, and guessed that they were familiar with each other, so he just snorted.

"It's obvious that he's not a good guy. How could he be so careless? He took so long to bring people here."

He muttered softly, but He Qian and Z had good ears.

He Qian sat there motionless, while Z almost rubbed his nose off, and was so embarrassed that he could only laugh it off.

"It's a bit of a serious injury. You can tell from the looks of it that your hands and feet are very injured. Why don't you take a leave? Or find someone to help you with the keyboard and mouse work. I'll give you acupuncture for a few more days. You need to rest for a month before your wrist will be healed."

The old man read it over and over again and finally made the final decision.

He Qian shook his head. "Let's reduce the swelling first. I can't let anyone else do my job. Try to treat it conservatively."

The number of documents he needs to review every day is huge, especially many confidential documents of the Rong family. He cannot miss even a day, let alone a month?

The old man was choked by him and was unhappy.

"Then I can't cure it. If you want to be cured, go find someone else!"

He carefully placed He Qian's hand on the table before he began to glare at him.

He Qian really stood up and said, "Then I'm leaving."

He turned around and saw that he was really going to leave, and Z was dumbfounded.

Does Brother Qian have such a gangster style?

“Hey hey hey!”

When the old man saw that he was leaving, he became even angrier.

"Where are you going? You won't find a doctor who is more capable than me to treat your wrist outside the province. With your wrist like this, where else do you want to go?"

He Qian turned around and looked at him, "Can it be cured?"

It looks like he is the one who governs people.

The old man was so angry that his beard was blown up, but there was nothing he could do.

“Cure, cure, cure! Come back, come back!”

He Qian then smiled and walked back to sit down.

"You just know how to threaten me every day. Aren't you afraid that one day I will really get angry and your hand will be beyond repair. By then, you won't be able to make money, and you won't even be able to carry things. I tell you."

The old man was very unhappy and kept muttering. He looked for a long time before turning his head to look at Z who had been silent next to him.

"I'm talking about that bad boy over there."

Bad boy?

z pointed at his nose. Was he talking about him?

The old man frowned, "I'm talking to you. You've messed up the staff like this. Why are you sitting so far away? There are many things to pay attention to. Come here and listen!"

He gave the order with confidence, and Z was rarely frightened, so he just said "oh" and slipped over obediently.

"I don't care what happens with this hand. You can either use your left hand first, or else, don't you have some voice input now? Try not to use it as much as possible! And you!"

The old man stared at Z with a bad look in his eyes, "You are responsible for watching him and don't let him use his hands too much. If he uses his hands too much, bring him here so I can give him a few injections. Also, to cure this wrist, you have to massage it twice a day, morning and evening. Don't leave for a while, I will teach you how to massage it, twice a day, don't miss even once, understand?"

z was intimidated by him and nodded obediently subconsciously.

He Qian held his forehead with his hand and said, "Old man, what are you talking about? What does a massage twice a day have to do with him?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and then looked at Z.

"He's not your partner? Didn't you say that you only keep your partner with you?"

In an instant, He Qian felt like someone was setting a trap for him to fall into.

He sighed helplessly and ignored Z's gossipy look.

"I'm talking about Sweet Pea."

Isn’t it sweet beans that he brings every time?

When the old man heard this, he was delighted.

"How can a cat be a partner?"