Jiao Lingyu was so angry that she blurted out what was in her heart. She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking and really wanted to slap herself in the mouth.
As expected, Ye Weicheng glared at Jiao Lingyu, then pretended not to hear what Jiao Lingyu said and asked Dean Zhou: "How is Changqing now?"
Dean Zhou's face still looked grim, but he immediately replied, "Comrade Ye Changqing is no longer in danger of death. He is currently in the recovery phase and needs to rest."
Ye Weicheng was a little surprised. The news he received clearly stated that Chang Qing was already in critical condition when he left Heilongjiang Province. He might die on the way. Even if he survived and arrived in Beijing, he would be impossible to be cured.
When Jiao Lingyu heard what Dean Zhou said, she reacted with a jolt, "Impossible."
Dean Zhou looked at Jiao Lingyu and asked, "Why not?"
"When I came to see him before, he was in such a state that his blood pressure was almost zero. I asked the nurses and doctors, and they all said that the chances of survival were very slim. It's only been a short time. How could he be out of danger?" said Jiao Lingyu.
Dean Zhou looked at his watch and then asked Song Yun, "Can I visit you?"
Song Yun said, "Yes, but they can't visit alone. They must be accompanied by someone. Dean Zhou, do you understand what I mean?"
Dean Zhou certainly understood, but he wondered if Vice Minister Ye and Jiao Lingyu did. He glanced at Ye Weicheng, smiled, and said to Song Yun, "Don't worry about that. I've already reported this to Commander Ye, and he'll send someone to guard Comrade Ye Changqing."
Ye Weicheng was able to reach such a high position, in addition to the support of his family, he also had certain abilities. How could he not understand the implicit meaning of Song Yun's words? He was so angry that his fists were hardened, but he couldn't lose his temper immediately. The other party didn't say anything explicitly. If he lost his temper, wouldn't he be in trouble?
Song Yun turned and walked into the ward. Dean Zhou said to Ye Weicheng, "Deputy Minister Ye, Comrade Ye Changqing is inside. Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Now that I'm here, of course I have to take a look, otherwise it would be unreasonable.
Ye Weicheng followed Dean Zhou in, and Jiao Lingyu, with a bruised nose and swollen mouth, also followed in.
As soon as the two entered the ward, they saw Ye Changqing looking at them silently with a deep and cold gaze.
Dean Zhou was pleasantly surprised. "Comrade Ye Changqing, you're awake. That's great. Are you feeling unwell?"
Ye Changqing retracted his gaze and looked at Dean Zhou. The frost in his eyes instantly melted. He smiled and said to Dean Zhou, "Thank you. I feel fine now. I'm not feeling unwell anywhere."
His voice was a little hoarse, but the volume was normal, and he didn't have the weak and feeble feeling of a critically ill patient.
Song Yun poured a cup of warm water and brought it over. Dean Zhou hurried forward to help Ye Changqing sit up. He took the warm water from Song Yun and put it to Ye Changqing's mouth, "Drink some water to moisten your throat."
Ye Weicheng looked at Ye Changqing in front of him with complicated eyes. After not seeing him for a few years, his appearance had changed a little and he looked more and more like his second brother.
He didn't know whether he felt more disappointed or more relieved when looking at the lively Ye Changqing at this moment. He himself couldn't tell.
Facing his second brother's only blood relative, who should be his closest relative, he didn't know what to say.
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