So she took the pen clipped to the top of the folder, held it, and smoothly signed her name.
When she looked up again, she saw Jiang Cheng. "Boss, you're awake. I'll get you a glass of water."
She stood up, turned her head, picked up the cup, and the whole sequence of movements was seamless and without any unnecessary actions.
Jiang Cheng stared at the slightly steaming water in front of him one last time, and silently said something to himself.
You're so unlike a human being... because humans are never that perfect.
After more than ten hours of flying, crossing continents and traversing most of China, this was the most free time he had since he started researching the human genome, but he didn't feel like he was resting at all.
On the contrary, it's very tiring.
The closer he got to Lanjing, the more afraid he became.
Until an hour before landing, the situation had not improved at all. He didn't know how he got through the last hour, only that he checked his watch every few minutes.
At Lanjing Airport, a specially reserved tarmac was filled with countless soldiers and many leaders in suits, standing quietly in the spring breeze, waiting.
They had no complaints, even though they hadn't waited for anyone for many years.
But these leaders all knew in their hearts the status of the person who was about to arrive.
It was 9 a.m. when Jiang Cheng's plane landed safely.
The hatch opened, and his anxious figure appeared. As he walked down the steps, a leader from Lanjing quickly went to greet him.
The leader was wearing glasses and looked to be in his fifties.
The first thing Jiang Cheng asked upon meeting was, "How was it?"
His eyes flickered with anticipation, fear, and even a hint of apprehension.
"The doctor from Kyoto is highly skilled, and your father has a strong will. He is now out of danger."
Jiang Cheng suddenly closed his eyes, his body instantly relaxed, he swallowed, and even his clenched fists loosened.
Lan Jing's leader pulled Jiang Cheng aside, while the door of a black car next to them was already open. "We'll discuss the details in the car."
Once in the car, fasten your seatbelt.
The leader, his face grave, explained the situation directly to Jiang Cheng: "I need to reiterate the details. Your mother was hit by a drunk young man on a motorcycle at the intersection where she was going out to buy groceries. She suffered a head injury during the fall. We investigated this young man countless times, including his father and grandfather. This is definitely not a serious incident, but purely a coincidence. Because it happened so suddenly, the soldiers protecting her couldn't stop a motorcycle traveling at over 100 km/h. They could only rush her to the hospital immediately, bandaging her wound to prevent excessive blood loss. At the hospital, we treated her wound, and once the specialists from Kyoto flew in, they performed surgery immediately. The surgery was successful, but... the injury was to her head, and the specialists explained that there might be long-term effects. We'll have to see how she recovers."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng was stunned for a long time before asking, "Aftereffects?"
Jiang Cheng was so confused that he even forgot all the professional knowledge he had learned.
Severe head injuries can result in damage to some neurons even after recovery. Poor recovery may lead to mobility issues, left-right incoordination, and inability to control facial muscles or other muscle groups.
Worse still, they could even become a vegetable.
The black sedan sped along the highway, heading towards the hospital like an arrow released from a bow.
He had been worried the whole way, but when he finally saw the First People's Hospital building, he became even more afraid, and his desire to see his father was no longer so strong.
Perhaps because it was Jiang Cheng's first time dealing with family matters, he was genuinely a bit lost.
What if things don't go well...?
When his mother is crying her eyes out and asks him if he's sure everything will be alright, how should he answer...?
When he arrived at the hospital, he took out his phone and made a call.
After a brief dial tone, a familiar voice came from the other end, but the tone sounded very tired.
"Hey, Xiaocheng..."
"Mom, I'm downstairs, I'll come find you right away."
Jiang Cheng hurriedly hung up the phone and followed his superiors and the hospital director up the stairs.
But just as he took a step, Gu Qingwan pulled him back. He turned his head to look at Gu Qingwan's beautiful face, somewhat puzzled.
"Boss, please wear a mask to avoid causing unnecessary trouble," she whispered to Jiang Cheng.
After a slight hesitation, he put on a mask.
This might be fine elsewhere, but in Lanjing, his photo is still on the giant screen of the local trade building. If he is recognized and appears at the hospital, it could cause congestion, which would be bad.
They took the elevator to the sixth-floor intensive care unit.
Jiang Cheng followed the doctor to another sterile room to change into protective clothing, underwent full-body disinfection, and then hurriedly rushed to the intensive care unit wearing a face mask and shoe covers.
The moment the door was pushed open.
His heart was broken.
An elderly figure sat in a chair with his back to him, his hair disheveled and casually held back with a hair clip. He was also wearing protective clothing.
The person lying on the bed was covered in tubes, especially in the head, which was connected to wires that stimulated nerves.
The breathing mask was sometimes covered with white mist, and sometimes it was covered up.
Hearing the door open, Jiang's mother turned around. Her eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot, and her lips trembled slightly.
One unexpected event made him seem to have aged more than ten years.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward, forcibly suppressing his emotions, and asked in a low voice, "How are things now?"
"Your dad has woken up and just told me he feels unwell."
"Let me see."
He stepped forward to his father, looked at his father's tightly closed eyes, and his nose instantly stung with tears.
"Dad..." Jiang Cheng called out softly.
After a short while, Jiang's father opened his eyes, his cloudy pupils focusing as he tried to see the person next to him clearly.
Until he recognized his son's face.
"you……"
"Dad, tell me... what's wrong?"
Jiang Cheng leaned down and put his ear to his mouth, only then could he hear extremely faint and indistinct voices.
"Did you... have birthday cake...?"
Unable to hold back, his tears streamed down his face.
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