The next day, when Meng Sheng woke up, it was already half past eight.
She stood up as usual, but she didn't control the range of motion well, which affected the injuries on her shoulders and back, and she couldn't help but gasp.
Boom boom boom!
Before she had even finished her breath, there were three anxious but steady knocks at the door.
Without waiting for her to speak, Pei Sui pressed the doorknob and walked in.
"What's wrong?"
Meng Sheng was only stunned when she saw him, but she was not surprised. She propped her elbows on the bed, lying on her side, and smiled helplessly, "I forgot that I was injured. I got up in a hurry."
Pei Sui understood, reached out to support her, and first looked at the wound on her back.
The blue mark seemed to spread outward in a small circle, and the purple bruise in the middle was also expanding.
"What did Professor Fu say yesterday?"
Meng Sheng relaxed along with the strength in his hand and told him in detail the diagnosis Fu Chen had given yesterday.
Pei Sui frowned, "Wash up first. I've prepared breakfast. I'll bring it to you later. You can rest in bed today. I'll give you an ice pack after breakfast."
"Don't you have to go to the law firm today?" Meng Sheng got up from the bed with his support and asked casually.
"I'm going, but it's still early, no rush."
Meng Sheng nodded without asking any more questions. After washing up, Pei Sui had already brought in breakfast and placed it on the folding table where she usually worked while lying on the bed.
The two of them sat on the edge of the bed. Pei Sui noticed that she had trouble lifting her right arm, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Should I feed you?"
Meng Sheng paused, then shook his head and said, "It's okay, they're all spoons anyway, I can use my left hand too."
Pei Sui didn't ask any more questions. After watching her take two mouthfuls of porridge, he would put something like a dumpling on her spoon.
The two of them finished their breakfast in a harmonious and warm atmosphere. After Pei Sui put away the things, he helped her apply ice.
When the application was almost done, Pei Sui received a call from Nie Han, all about work.
Meng Sheng knew that he had something to do, so he let him go first.
Pei Sui did not refuse. As soon as he left, the huge room became quiet.
Soon, the silence was broken by the ringing of a cell phone.
The call was from Fu Chen.
In addition to comforting her about her injuries, he also told her about Meng Chengli's examination results yesterday, and his tone was somewhat solemn.
Meng Chengli is not old, but he has suffered from many occupational diseases over the years, especially chronic lumbar muscle strain and high blood pressure.
In addition, the body's resistance is weak after the operation, so recovery is slow.
After listening to him say so many professional terms and nouns at once, Meng Sheng didn't understand some of them and asked several questions in succession.
After Fu Chen finished explaining, he saw no sound from the other end, so he thought, "How about this, it's hard to explain it in a few words on the phone, I'll come over to you and we can talk face to face.
It just so happens that I also need to communicate with your family in detail about the subsequent treatment plan."
If he wasn't injured, Meng Sheng would have driven to the hospital without hesitation when he heard him say Meng Chengli was unwell.
But that’s obviously not the case now.
She pursed her lips. Sister Qiuyi had gone out of town to attend an event during this period. Since this was related to her father, she had no reason to refuse and so she agreed.
Before Fu Chen came, Meng Sheng had already gotten up and changed out of his pajamas, and was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting.
When Fu Chen came, he was carrying a lot of things, including a fruit basket and several kinds of expensive health products and medicinal herbs.
"Why... are you carrying so many things?" Meng Sheng was surprised.
"I can't come to visit you empty-handed." Fu Chen put his things on the ground and said to her, "Don't get up, just sit down."
The two exchanged a few simple pleasantries before getting down to business. "Normal serum albumin is 35 to 50 g/L, Uncle Meng's current serum albumin is only 29, and his weight has dropped another four pounds compared to a week ago.
What’s still happening is that the swelling in my front legs is relatively stable, thanks to Uncle Meng’s insistence on using the massage mat every day. Even my lumbar muscle strain seems to have improved.”
Meng Sheng tensed his jaw and asked nervously, "What should we do now?"
Fu Chen then talked about the treatment plan he had in mind. After each paragraph, he would deliberately leave some time for Meng Sheng to digest and ask questions before continuing.
"Uncle Meng must not have had regular physical examinations before. In fact, many problems will not be a big problem as long as timely measures are taken at the beginning.
From now on, Uncle Meng's diet should be mainly high in protein, such as eggs, milk, fish, lean meat and soybeans, and combined with carbohydrates.
He is not eating well right now, so it depends on you family members to communicate well with him."
Meng Sheng nodded gently, "Yes, I understand."
Seeing her serious expression, Fu Chen smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, take your time. This kind of thing can't be rushed. After all, you have to recover from your illness first so that you can take better care of Uncle Meng. Otherwise, he will worry about you."
Meng Sheng smiled, "Yes, I know. Thank you, Professor Fu, for making you make this special trip."
"Regarding yesterday's incident, it's my duty to make several trips. You don't have to thank me again. Whether it's your business or Uncle Meng's, I have an obligation."
One was to repay her for saving his daughter's life.
One is his duty as Meng Chengli's attending physician.
Fu Chen's words were vague, and Meng Sheng only grasped the superficial meaning.
As she finished speaking, the doorbell suddenly rang. Fu Chen didn't let her move, but got up and opened the door for her.
It was the housekeeper downstairs who brought the food with two restaurant waiters.
Fu Chen thanked him, took the things and returned to the living room.
"This is..." Meng Sheng looked up at him.
"I thought it would be inconvenient for you to cook or order takeout at noon, so I ordered some food on the way here."
As Fu Chen spoke, he opened the box of three dishes and one soup.
Meng Sheng thanked him and took the chopsticks he handed to him. Just then, the doorbell rang again. Fu Chen walked over to open the door and saw a strange man in a suit standing outside.
He was also holding two bags of packed food.
"Who are you?"
Nie Han looked at the man who appeared in the door. His usually steady and emotionless face suddenly became stunned, and even the light in his eyes was somewhat scrutinizing.
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