Chapter 27 Mom, I Believe in You
"Get out of here!" Long Weihe pulled the drunk man over and pushed him away. Not strong enough, she stumbled and nearly fell after carrying the man. Qian Duoduo followed and helped pull the corner of his clothes with one hand. Lin Yuxun was enraged by the sudden violence, "Who are you?" "Who are you? I'm asking you! What do you want to do?" Long Weihe's voice became even louder. She was sure he was a prodigal son who hung out in bars. She pushed the unconscious man, "You're so drunk! What kind of bar are you in! You don't even know you've been victimized! Lin Yao!" "Who wants to hurt her?" He shouted fiercely. The light was uneven under the night lights on the street. Qian Duoduo looked carefully and recognized him as the person who drove the car last time, "Mom, he's my brother." "What brother? What brother? Where are you taking her? Get away from me! If you don't leave, I'll call the police!" Lin Yuxun finally recognized Qian Duoduo and knew who this woman was. He suppressed his anger, "I'm her classmate. She drank too much and I'm going to take her home." "Do you know where her home is?" She didn't believe it. "How could I not know? She told me." Long Weihe couldn't hold on any longer, and didn't bother to continue questioning him. She called Qian Duoduo to open the car door. Just when she thought she had found a parking lot, she saw him and hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, a few meters away. He watched her get the person into the car and handed the bag to Qian Duoduo, "Here." Qian Duoduo's plaster arm was still hanging, and only one hand could be used. Long Weihe took the bag and told him to get in. "You sit on the side and keep an eye on her." After that, she got into the driver's seat, drove away. The humiliation of being slapped caused his face to burn. The car he had urged finally arrived and honked its horn to warn him. He went over and kicked the tire hard. Long Weihe drove the car onto the city's expressway for a while. "Duoduo, fasten your seatbelt." He sat there staring at Lin Yao. Seeing her motionless, he burst into tears. "...Lin Yao... Lin Yao won't die, will she? Mom, will Lin Yao die?" She slowed down and soothed, "No, she's drunk. She'll be fine after a good sleep. Just sit tight." Zhang Ziye called, asking if they had found her. She and Tan Ming were worried about Lin Yao after returning home. They couldn't get through to Lin Yao, so they called her to ask if she had seen her come home. In a panic, she asked for an address to look for her. Qian Duoduo had already gotten into bed and then climbed out the door with her, helping her press the elevator button, open the door, grab her bag, and follow her around. By the time they got her back, it was almost midnight. The alcohol had worn off, and after all the tossing and turning, Lin Yao was groggy and complaining about feeling sick. She started vomiting. She helped her get back to bed, calmed her down, and wiped her face with a hot towel. When I came out to the living room, I saw Qian Duoduo kneeling on the floor, his upper body lying on the sofa and sleeping...
"Get out of here!"
Long Weihe pulled the drunk man over and pushed him away.
She didn't have enough strength, and the person she was carrying stumbled and almost fell. Qian Duoduo followed and helped pull the corner of his clothes with one hand.
Lin Yuxun was enraged by the sudden violence, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?! What do you want to do?" Long Weihe's voice became even louder. She was sure he was a prodigal son of a bitch who hung out in bars.
She pushed the unconscious man, "You're so drunk! What kind of bar are you in! You don't even know you've been victimized! Lin Yao!"
"Who wants to harm her?" he said harshly.
The light was uneven under the night lights on the street. Qian Duoduo looked carefully and recognized him as the person who drove the car last time. "Mom, he is my brother."
"What brother? Where is this brother? Where are you taking her? Get away from me! If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"
Lin Yuxun then recognized Qian Duoduo and knew who this woman was. He suppressed his anger and said, "I'm her classmate. She drank too much, and I was going to take her home."
"Do you know where her home is?" She didn't believe it.
"How could I not know? She told me."
Long Weihe couldn't hold on any longer, and didn't bother to continue questioning him. She called Qian Duoduo to open the car door. Just when she thought she had found a parking lot, she saw him and hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road a few meters away.
He watched her get the person into the car and handed the bag to Qian Duoduo, "Here."
Qian Duoduo's plaster hand was still in a sling, and only one hand could be used. Long Weihe took the bag and asked him to sit in. "You sit on the side and keep an eye on her." After that, she got into the driving seat, drove away.
After being slapped, the humiliation caused his face to burn. The car he had urged finally arrived and honked its horn to give a warning. He went over and kicked the tire hard.
Long Weihe drove the car onto the city expressway and said, "Duoduo, please fasten your seat belt."
He sat there staring at Lin Yao. Seeing that she didn't move, he burst into tears, "...Lin Yao...Lin Yao won't die, will she? Mom, will Lin Yao die?"
She slowed down and soothed him, "No, she's drunk. She'll be fine after a good sleep. Just sit tight."
Zhang Ziye called to ask if they had found her. She and Tan Ming were worried about Lin Yao, and since they couldn't get through to her, they called her to ask if she had seen her return home. Flustered, she asked for an address to look for her.
Qian Duoduo had already gone to bed and then got up and followed her out the door, helping her press the elevator button, open the door, take her bag, and follow her around.
It was almost twelve o'clock when we moved the people back.
After the alcohol had reached its peak, Lin Yao was tossing and turning all the time. She was confused and cried out in discomfort and started to vomit. She put her on the bed to calm her down and wiped her face with a hot towel.
When she came out to the living room, she saw Qian Duoduo kneeling on the ground, sleeping with his upper body on the sofa, his plaster arm hanging down, and one side of his face squeezed and deformed. She couldn't bear it anymore, and her fragility broke in an instant, tears falling down her face. She carefully picked him up and laid him flat on the sofa.
He was still disturbed, half asleep and half awake, his eyes squinting with sleepiness, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"nothing."
He reached out and touched her face, and her eyes opened a little, "Mom, you are crying, why are you sad?"
"Nothing, just a little tired."
"Mom, I believe in you, you have to do your best."
Unable to utter a word, she leaned over and hugged him, patting his back gently like she did when he was a baby, then turned his face to the side and sobbed silently.
As she patted him, he fell asleep again. She stood up and sat on the other end of the sofa. She didn't want to move anymore, but she was too tired to move. She closed her eyes, and the events of the day kept lingering in her mind.
Marriage and men cannot bring her down, nor can the success or failure of a deal bring her down, but all accumulations will collapse in an instant when they reach a critical point.
When she saw Lin Yao crying in the office during the day and they were both silent for a while, she realized that she had become the one holding back the team.
She admitted she'd made a mistake in her marriage and shouldered the consequences herself. She also made a mistake at work, and the consequences fell on the entire team. This was a psychological burden she couldn't shake. She'd misjudged Shi Zhenglin, causing such disastrous consequences for the company. Now, she'd misjudged Yan Bin, causing a split in team values. What had happened this year? She began to doubt herself. Lin Yao and Tan Ming seemed more aligned in their work philosophies. She believed that if they became partners, the company might have a chance of survival and growth, and they would be more profitable.
She seemed to have lost all her strength.
Qian Duoduo turned over and muttered in his sleep. She looked at his sleeping face. He became her only comfort that night.
Closing her eyes, some thoughts flashed through her mind, and she thought of the abandoned candidate Li Huaigang.
Once the night passes, the fragility disappears.
Early in the morning, she went to Lin Yao's room to check on the servants, went back to the kitchen to cook porridge in the rice cooker, sent her a text message, and then woke up Qian Duoduo to go home and wash up.
During the morning rush hour on a weekday, she dragged Qian Duoduo to the front desk of the orthopedic surgery department before the reporting time set by the hospital.
Li Huaigang is a professor of orthopedic and joint surgery. He has administrative duties as vice president and performs a lot of surgeries, so he only sees patients one day a week. She checked the appointment information last night and saw that all his regular appointments for the afternoon were already taken. Only the earliest appointment for a specialist was left in the morning. Perhaps someone canceled at the last minute, so he missed out.
He couldn't make an appointment with her anymore. He was a noble man. Last time, they had an unpleasant conversation, so he ignored her. She used Qian Duoduo's medical records to make the appointment.
She wanted to talk to him again, to understand his real motivation for requesting a month's leave. A month's leave was hardly justifiable in any organization, let alone a purely profit-making private hospital. She wanted to discuss it again. Song Yuqing's boss had never met him, and she wondered if there was any way to connect the two of them.
Li Huaigang walked quickly through the corridor and into the clinic. She stood up and the electronic screen quickly showed Qian Enming, calling her number.
She pushed the door open, "Dean Li——"
As soon as he saw her, he knew she was not here just to see a doctor. He was cautious and called the two assistant students who followed him to go out first.
"Qian Enming? What's wrong with your hand?" He glanced at his hand, then looked at his computer, treating it normally.
"It's just a minor issue. I won't waste your energy. Dean Li, I'm sorry to meet you in this way. Zhuo Rui..."
He interrupted directly, "I ignored you on the phone because I was really busy, that's all. I still have a lot of patients, you don't need to tell me anything, I only care about the core, as long as it's efficient. I know Zhuo Rui's situation very well, and I'm willing to talk because I'm interested in this hospital and have the confidence to take the helm. As for a month's vacation, it's my core need. The reason I put it out first is that I know it's difficult in any unit. I think it's normal that it's a personal need. I don't mean to blame the other party or you, so don't worry about it. If you want to communicate with me again on this opportunity, think about it, I'm going to change jobs. What's the point? I've worked for over twenty years, non-stop. What else do I need? Fame? Fortune? What do I lack? All I need is some time each year to spend with my family and do other things. I won't reveal the specifics of what these things are. If this condition is met, I'll definitely go. I've seen enough lives and deaths in the hospital to not have so many complicated concerns. Many things seem trivial to me. If this condition isn't met, then there's no point in discussing this. Oh, let me be honest with you. My wife went to a private dental clinic five years ago and is now the director of a dental specialist hospital. Do I still need your analysis of the private vs. public sector?"
He was decisive and efficient, just like the impression she had when she first met him.
"I understand. I came here to tell you that I want to try to get you another meeting with Zhuo Rui's shareholders. If there's even a slight possibility, I'll go for it."
"I suggest you first ask that shareholder if they agree to give me a month's leave every year. I think it's difficult. Just go with the flow and don't force it." He turned to Qian Duoduo and smiled friendly. "Little boy, how old are you?"
"Four years old."
"Come, let me take a look at your hand. How long has it been injured?"
"Almost 20 days."
"It's a minor problem. Pay attention to the skin color and blood circulation. Children's skin is delicate, so prevent the skin from getting red and allergic. Do some proper exercise in another week, but not too much, to prevent joint stiffness and muscle atrophy." He touched Qian Duoduo's head and smiled.
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