Chapter 268 For You
She went to the bathroom next door to wash up briefly and didn't order breakfast. "I'm not hungry."
Liang Chihui had principles in this regard. If He Sang didn't eat, he wouldn't indulge her. He stuffed soy milk and red bean pancakes into her hands one by one without her saying a word. Under his warm skin, a sense of deterrence seeped out, forcing her to take a few symbolic bites.
The operating room door opened again at this time, and the nanny stopped the nurse and asked, "Is my wife in danger?"
"There are precursor symptoms of embolism. The pregnant woman has excessive amniotic fluid, and the fetus is asphyxiated. The risk to both mother and child is very high."
The nanny cried anxiously, "Ms. He! The husband is in Thailand, the wife must not get into any trouble..."
He Sang was also at a loss, grabbing Liang Chihui's sleeve, "Second brother..."
Liang Chihui shook her hand, motioning her to be at ease, and then walked towards the nurse, "Is your vice president here?"
"Director Zhang? He's in a department meeting."
Liang Chihui said, "Please ask him to come over and perform the surgery."
The nurse glanced at Liang Chihui in confusion and said, "Director Zhang is no longer performing surgeries."
"Tell him that the pregnant woman is Liang Chihui's friend."
The nurse heard that he was quite imposing, so she didn't neglect him and immediately went to the department to ask for help. A moment later, an old doctor in his early sixties stepped out of the elevator. Liang Chihui greeted him, "Uncle Zhang."
Dean Zhang patted his shoulder and said, "Chi Hui, is the pregnant woman your girlfriend?"
"No." He turned sideways, put his arm around He Sang's back, and walked in front of Dean Zhang. "She's my girlfriend's friend. I don't have any children yet."
Dean Zhang looked at He Sang through the lens, and Liang Chihui introduced him in a gentle voice, "This is Uncle Zhang."
He Sang bowed, "Uncle Zhang."
He nodded. "I'll do the surgery first. Can we have a quick lunch?"
Liang Chihui was respectful and polite, and watched him go into the operating room, "Thank you for your help."
Director Zhang's surgical skills were indeed superb. He pulled Li Zhen and her baby back from the brink of death. After the baby was born, he was taken directly to the neonatal care center, and Li Zhen was transferred to the intensive care unit.
He Sang was covered in sweat and almost exhausted, collapsing on a bench in the family area.
"Second brother." Her voice was barely perceptible.
Liang Chihui put his ear close to her and asked, "What?"
"Fifty thousand in red envelope, isn't that too little?"
He just thought that this girl's train of thought was novel. For a leading figure in the medical field like Dean Zhang, a class would cost more than six figures. He no longer cared about money. He only wanted to make a name for himself and have students all over the world. Red envelopes would not be of any concern to him.
"Even a red envelope of 500,000 yuan won't be enough to get Uncle Zhang to come out of retirement."
"Then this favor..."
Liang Chihui raised his hand to tidy up the loose hair on her temples and gently smoothed it out. "I owe it to you, don't worry."
She lowered her eyelids silently.
"Do you like the necklace?"
He Sang nodded, "I like it."
He laughed and said, "Why not?"
"Too ostentatious."
"It's okay." Liang Chihui approached her, "I gave it to you, no one outside dares to talk about it."
He Sang also laughed, "You are amazing."
"Am I awesome?" He raised an eyebrow. "The third brother has a bad temper, but I'm generally known for having a good temper."
She shook her head, "It's not temper."
"What is it?"
He Sang couldn't answer, "Anyway, you're amazing."
Liang Chihui was very gentle. He took out a rectangular velvet box from his suit pocket and said, "This is for you."
She was stunned. "Send me again?"
"You mentioned it last night."
He Sang opened the lid of the box and found the Australian white jadeite necklace that Yao Wenjie had worn on the day she went to see the drama. Mrs. Zou asked Yao Wenjie how much it cost at that time. Yao Wenjie said that it was bought at an auction in the United States in 2006 for 6.5 million US dollars. Dragon-type jadeite has become extinct in the market and has great room for appreciation. The quality of the pearls is also good. If it is auctioned now, it will be worth at least hundreds of millions of dollars.
She retracted her hand in fear, "I don't want it!"
Liang Chihui lowered his eyes, "Why not?"
"It's too expensive... I can't afford to pay it back to Aunt Yao."
"My mother doesn't know."
He Sang's eyes widened. "Isn't it Aunt Yao's?"
"Yes." Liang Chihui pursed her lips, "My mother didn't give it to me, so I stole it."
When their eyes met, He Sang couldn't help laughing. His lip lines were deep, making his lips look thin. The incandescent light from the ceiling illuminated this scene, which happened to catch Lao Zhang's sight.
The head of the Traffic Management Bureau reported to him that Liang Jishen was hospitalized and his condition was quite serious. His most outstanding student was naturally worried about him, so he canceled his morning meeting and made a special trip.
The elevators on the first and second floors were out of service, so he took the elevator to the third floor. This floor was the obstetrics and gynecology ward, and it was just a coincidence that he ran into them.
Liang Chihui was fair and handsome, and He Sang was graceful and slender. They were particularly stunning and eye-catching in the busy corridor.
Lao Zhang looked at it for a while and pressed the elevator button.
Liang Jishen's ward was on the ninth floor, bed 2 for a high-ranking official. A nurse stood by the bed, preparing to give him an IV drip. The man was half lying down, with a pillow behind his back, his legs bent, and a document placed between his knees and lower abdomen.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and his face was pale and bloodless. The tough man in his bones weakened a little, and he looked more gentle and noble.
"Working overtime again?" Lao Zhang took off his uniform. "Old An from the Traffic Management Bureau said you dispatched the police. I know you, you're not someone who relies on your status to enjoy privileges. You almost died on the road, right?"
Liang Jishen sat up and said, "It's just pneumonia."
"You were a decathlete in your twenties, but at thirty-two you can't do any of them." Old Zhang moved his chair and joked, "Don't you want to admit your age? Challenge the young man to a show of strength."
He didn't care much, "They really can't beat me."
Zhao Kai was a big mouth. Gu Jianghai told him about Liang Jishen's mess. Zhao Kai couldn't hold it in any longer, so he told Lao Zhang about it. Lao Zhang then asked tentatively, "Has Xiao He been here?"
Liang Jishen paused as he signed the document, his expression gloomy. "She doesn't know I'm in the hospital."
"Just take a good rest and don't work overtime." Lao Zhang didn't reveal the situation in the obstetrics and gynecology department, but just comforted him.
He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I wasted time in another province. There's too much official business piled up. I'll just deal with it as soon as I can."
Old Zhang stood up again, making room for the nurse. "The Zhonghai Group's project for the second half of the year is a key project supervised by the province. As the general manager, you must maintain order. Those directors are too selfish, and the province doesn't trust them."
As the needle tip was buried in the blood vessel, Liang Jishen frowned. He had lost five kilograms in the past week, and the back of his hand was skin and bones, and the pain was obvious.
He remembered that He Sang was most afraid of pain. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, during a performance at a prefecture-level city, the stage security was inadequate and she fell from a lift. The cables on the three-meter-high platform cut her waist and hips, leaving a bloody scar. A thin, thread-like scar still lingers. Whenever his feelings reached a fever pitch, he would pant and caress her scar, only to become more determined to get her to resign and support her.
Lao Zhang answered a phone call in the ward. After hanging up and putting on his uniform, he walked to the door and paused. "Xiao He and your second brother...are they for real this time?"
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