The next day, inside the Lin family villa.
As dawn broke, Zhang Wanru stared at the ceiling with her eyes open. She was having trouble sleeping; last night she had dreamt again of the scene where she lost Lin An in the mall years ago.
Sixteen years ago, it was a newly opened department store in Hai City. The opening day was incredibly popular, with crowds of people everywhere. Zhang Wanru was so excited that day that she kept trying on jewelry at the jewelry counter on the first floor. After she finished buying the jewelry, she found that Lin An, who had been with her, had already disappeared.
In her dream, she kept calling Lin An's name, but no one answered for a long time. She woke up with a start and couldn't fall back asleep. The year Lin An went missing, she was trapped in this dream almost every day. Guilt and self-blame consumed her, making her sleepless nights. It wasn't until Lin Zhe arrived six months later that she was able to pull herself out of the pain and feel the warmth of having her children around her again. She was grateful to Lin Zhe in her heart; this child was a ray of light in her dark life, saving her.
More than a decade later, Zhang Wanru dreamed of this scene again, and felt a pain in her heart. A huge sense of unease washed over her, as if Lin An was about to leave her again, just like he had done more than a decade ago.
Around seven o'clock in the morning, Lin Haoran woke up and was startled to see Zhang Wanru with a haggard face and bloodshot eyes.
Why are your eyes so red? Are you sick?
Zhang Wanru threw herself into Lin Haoran's arms, sobbing, "Husband, I dreamt about Lin An last night. I felt a pain in my chest and my heart was racing. Do you think this child really doesn't want to come home anymore? Did I do something wrong?"
Seeing her frail appearance, Lin Haoran felt a pang of heartache: "What did you do wrong? You are a very good mother. That unfilial son just doesn't listen. Alright, relax. Once he's suffered outside and can't make it, he'll naturally come back."
"But it's been almost a month."
"It's all because he lied to the Zhou family. He'll be exposed sooner or later, and then he'll definitely be begging to come home."
Zhang Wanru wiped away her tears and nodded.
At breakfast, Zhang Wanru still felt chest pain and couldn't eat. Lin Haoran thought that there was nothing much to do at the company that day, so he suggested that she go to the hospital to see a doctor.
"I'll take you to the hospital for a thorough check-up in a bit."
Zhang Wanru rubbed her throbbing temples: "No need, I probably just didn't sleep well."
Lin Zhe looked worried and advised, "Mom, you're feeling so unwell, you definitely need to go to the hospital to get checked out. You'll feel better after that. I'll go with you."
Seeing how worried her son was about her, Zhang Wanru smiled with relief: "Okay, Mom will go to the hospital for a check-up, but Xiao Zhe has to go to school today, so Dad can come with me."
"That won't do. Although my studies are important to me, they can't be more important than my mother. There were no new lessons this morning, just problem-solving sessions. I can catch up by studying more in the evening. Don't worry, Mom, I'll take the day off to go with you."
Lin Rou sighed, "Xiao Zhe is so thoughtful. There's a real difference between these two sons."
Lin Haoran frowned, thinking that Zhang Wanru's sickly appearance was all thanks to Lin An: "Don't mention him, lest you upset your mother."
Lin Rou pouted and fell silent.
A hint of smugness flashed in Lin Zhe's eyes. What use was Lin An's excellent academic performance? He had plenty of ways to make Lin's parents like him, and the Lin family's wealth would eventually be his.
After having lunch, Lin Haoran, Zhang Wanru, Lin Rou, and Lin Zhe drove to the International Department of Jiren Hospital.
Lin Rou parked the car, and Lin Haoran, who was sitting in the back seat, noticed that the black sedan parked next to him looked very familiar.
After getting out of the car and checking the license plate, she exclaimed in surprise, "Lin Rou, come and take a look. Isn't this the Zhou family's car?"
Lin Rou looked at the Bentley in front of her and nodded: "Yes, I've seen Zhou Chen ride in this car before; it belongs to the Zhou family."
Lin Haoran quickly buttoned up the top button of his shirt, which had been loose, and tidied his hair, preparing to see Zhou Shengren at any moment.
Lin Rou also took out a small mirror from her handbag and quickly touched up her powder. In case Zhou Chen was also there, she wanted to make a good impression on him.
After the two finished admiring themselves, they took Zhang Wanru to the outpatient clinic for a check-up.
At this moment, Zhou Shengren was communicating with a doctor in the orthopedic clinic.
"Doctor, I feel my leg is all better now, please remove the cast."
Doctors are experienced and knowledgeable. In more than 20 years of medical practice, they have seen patients with hysteria who claim they have learned to fly and ask to have their wing bones checked. Patients who claim their broken legs have healed in just over half a month are nothing special.
The doctor patiently explained: "Mr. Zhou, I understand your eagerness to recover, but medically speaking, it's impossible. There's a saying that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and at your age, it will take at least three months."
Zhou Shengren is most annoyed by people reminding him that he is old. He looked displeased and said, "What age am I? I'm still going strong. I feel like my body has returned to its peak recently, even better than when I was young. Hurry up and take off the cast so I can try walking."
The doctor, being a professional, explained to him, "Because your leg bone is currently completely broken, without the plaster cast for fixation, it is very likely to deform and become misaligned. The process of removing the cast and then putting it back on may also cause some adverse effects. Please think carefully."
Zhou Ya chimed in, "Dad, the doctor said the same thing, so just listen to him."
Zhou Shengren felt like he was about to get calluses from hearing it all, and said in a commanding tone, "I know all that you're saying. I have confidence in my leg. Remove the cast right now."
The doctor and Zhou Ya exchanged a glance, and Zhou Ya nodded helplessly. With the family's approval, the doctor began to remove the cast.
The doctor had Zhou Shengren lie on the examination bed with his legs straight. He carefully picked up the electric saw and sawed the plaster cast on his leg in two, then gently removed the cast.
"Mr. Zhou, the cast has been removed. Please don't move yet. I'll have a nurse bring a wheelchair over so we can take you for a color X-ray to see how much your leg bone has recovered."
After saying that, the doctor was about to call the nurse.
Zhou Shengren sat up abruptly, preparing to get out of bed and walk around.
The doctor was startled by his movement and quickly pressed down on his shoulder: "Mr. Zhou, please don't move, it will dislocate, and if your leg bone is dislocated, it won't heal properly."
Zhou Ya stepped forward to help the doctor press down on Zhou Shengren's thigh: "Dad, stop it, do you still want this leg?"
"Ugh, this is so annoying! Let me go! I know my own leg!" Zhou Shengren yelled.
However, the two of them completely ignored him, thinking he was having a fit, and increased the pressure on his shoulders and legs.
Zhou Shengren could no longer bear it. He felt that his strength had returned to that of his youth, and with a little effort, he broke free from the two men.
The forty-year-old doctor, in the prime of his life, was nearly knocked over by the force of Zhou Shengren's throw, and it took him a few moments to regain his balance.
Zhou Ya had to hold onto the chair next to her to steady herself, and she was shocked to find that her father had suddenly become so strong.
What happened next was even more surprising. Zhou Shengren lifted his leg off the examination bed and got off the bed. Zhou Ya, who had just stood up, wanted to help her father, but he took two steps straight out with a steady gait, not at all like someone whose leg had been completely broken a few weeks ago.
The feeling of his feet touching the ground overjoyed Zhou Shengren. He tried walking a few more steps and felt no discomfort. His legs were completely healed.
Zhou Shengren burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I told you so! You ignorant people still said it was impossible."
The doctor stared wide-eyed in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. In his twenty years of medical practice, this was nothing short of a miracle; how could this be possible?
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