Chapter 325: I’m so annoyed. I’ve been seen naked…

Leaning against the toilet wall, Wang Ziru admired her fingernails calmly. She was clearly smiling, but for a moment there was a hint of coolness on her face.

"Han Suijing and I got engaged when we were young, and it was a natural reaction for us to be together when our love was strong!" After a pause, Wang Ziru glanced at Duan Yanfei, "And you and Han Dixing are talking about free love. As for how to talk, isn't it up to you to decide?"

Duan Yanfei touched her hot cheeks, bit her lower lip, and asked nervously, "If Han Dixing and I really have an affair, will the two old men in the Han family look down on me?"

"You live in Yun Province, so why would you care what others think of you?"

These words made Duan Yanfei stare at her with eyes wide open in disbelief, but she didn't know that she looked like a person who had been awakened from a dream.

"...So Dean Han and the others will definitely think that I'm an unstable girl, right?" Duan Yanfei's face quickly cooled down, and she bit her lip, "Let me think about it."

Wang Ziru's thin back left the wall, walked to the door, and unlocked it. "You can think about your marriage however you want. In a few days, Han Dixing will take the old couple back to their hometown."

Once Han Di is gone, it will be useless no matter how hard you try.

After opening the toilet door, Wang Ziru was stunned by the man standing quietly outside the door. Then her eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy, and there was a hint of happiness in her words.

"Han Suijing, are you here to relieve yourself too?"

Han Suijing turned around, a look of relief flashing across his warm face.

Fortunately, the two of them did not come up with any shocking conclusions, it was just that the wife came up with a bad idea.

"I came to see you and to tell you that I have to go back to the headquarters right after dinner. The commander is injured. We have to arrange for someone else to take over the work of the headquarters while he is in the hospital." Han Suijing explained casually, "Also, from my observation, Han Dixing is very likely not to like the girl from the Duan family, so don't worry about his marriage."

Hearing Han Suijing belittling a girl from the Duan family in a contemptuous tone, Duan Yan's pretty face turned pale with anger and she pushed Wang Ziru out.

Wang Zi, like a dog eating shit, threw herself hard into Han Suijing's chest.

Duan Yanfei's expression was very serious, revealing the coldness of the Duan family. "Han Suijing, just wait for me! What's so great about you Han men? I will teach your parents a lesson this time."

“Pah.”

Wang Ziru clapped her hands, "Go and show your future parents-in-law a lesson. The Duan family misses the Han family. They dare not say a single bad word about you. If you don't believe me, go and try it."

Duan Yanfei snorted heavily, turned around and walked towards the hotel lobby in front.

"Zi Ru, stop making trouble. Mom and Dad are already very unhappy, you don't want to see them suffer in front of the Duan family, right?" Han Suijing grabbed his wife's wrist with a bit of pleading in his voice.

"It's none of my business if they suffer losses!"

Having said that, Wang Ziru ruthlessly left the man behind and slowly returned to the dining table to continue eating.

Old Duan looked at his granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law inquiringly, and saw that they both looked angry as if something was wrong.

Turning around and seeing Han Suijing following behind dejectedly, he didn't dare to ask more questions.

At the table next to them, President Han and his wife were already unhappy.

He touched the little adorable baby, looked at him for a few seconds, and changed the subject: "Bao'er, my great-grandfather will treat you to dinner tomorrow. What do you and Fu Jiqiu want to eat?"

Baoer blinked her clear eyes, "Great-grandfather, didn't you say that Commander Uncle is still in the hospital and won't have dinner tomorrow?"

"We still have to eat," Mr. Duan smiled lovingly, grabbed the little cute kid's hand, turned around and instructed his eldest son, "Duan Jin'an, prepare a better meal for lunch tomorrow, and order more dishes that the children like."

"Oh." Duan Jinan looked back at his old father and nodded.

While having dinner at the same table with President Han, Duan Jinan was very afraid that the Han family would really take the initiative to mention the marriage between Han Dixing and Duan Yanfei.

If Han Tingzhang, the eldest son of the Han family, wanted to marry into the Duan family, they would definitely raise their hands in approval. After the young couple got married and lived in Shangjing, they, as parents, would also be proud. When they arrived in Shangjing, they would go to their daughter's house to play.

Han Dixing was just a small bank clerk and still lived in their hometown county. He was not as successful as his elder brother Han Tingzhang or his second brother Han Suijing in any way.

Therefore, even if the couple heard with their own ears that their daughter wanted to have a free love relationship with Han Di, they could only pretend not to hear it.

Duan Yanfei sat on the chair and had no appetite at all. When he thought that Han Dixing would return to their hometown in a few days, he became extremely anxious.

She couldn't help but touch Han Dixing with her finger and asked softly, "Both parents are here, shall we go over and talk to them?"

"Talk about...what?" Han Dixing looked at her strangely.

"Of course we should talk about our marriage. We can have a free love relationship first..." Duan Yanfei suggested with courage. Then he looked at his grandfather, "Grandpa, can you please say something? Aren't Han Dixing and I a match made in heaven?"

Han Dixing chuckled and said, "If you think so highly of me, why don't you come with me to the Han family?"

"That's a good idea!" Wang Ziru took over her brother-in-law's half-joking words and looked at them. "After getting married and working in Yun Province, it's not impossible to go back to Han's house for two months every year."

"My granddaughter-in-law has more ideas. I think she'll do." Old Duan agreed calmly, and glanced at his granddaughter and Han Dixing. "Nowadays, young people are no longer as concerned about family background when talking about marriage as they were in the past. The Duan family and the Han family have a close relationship and know each other well. It's worth considering."

After a pause, Mr. Duan said, "However, I don't care about the marriage of the young people. Duan Yanfei, go ask your father for his opinion."

The four adults at the table next to us were in such a miserable mood.

On the one hand, the Duan family looked down on the third son of the Han family because he was just an ordinary bank section chief.

However, the Han family was reluctant to give up such a prestigious relative of the Duan family. Of course, they did not even dare to mention the idea of ​​letting Duan Yanfei marry into their hometown.

After breakfast and dinner, the group said goodbye at the hotel entrance.

Duan Yanfei told her parents that she wanted to have a deeper talk with Han Dixing, and took Han Dixing back to the hotel on Taihe Street first.

The two adults didn't know what to say when they saw the two of them standing together.

Han Suijing first sent his wife and Mr. Duan back to the hospital.

I took the two children and went straight back to the headquarters to deal with some work matters.

Commander Duan was involved in a serious car accident, and the headquarters should have reported it to Beijing, and there will definitely be new work instructions from above.

A quarrel broke out in the isolation ward.

As Mr. Duan and his grandson's wife walked out the door, they heard his eldest grandson unhappily blaming his younger uncle.

"Are you sick in the brain or your eyes are not working well? You can't see that I'm sleepy, but you keep waking me up like a chatterbox!" Duan Yan lay straight on the hospital bed, not daring to move around, for fear of pulling the hole in his chest that had just been sewn up.

But his voice is still high-pitched.

Duan Suili: "Zi Ru said that you were given an excessive amount of anesthesia during the operation, so you cannot sleep for at least four hours after the operation."

After the operation, he was not given water, allowed to sleep, and his tube was not removed.

Duan Yanzhi wanted to take a nap, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the stinky old man would wake him up. He felt like he was going crazy.

"You are such a grown-up, but you still take her words as an imperial decree?" The irritable man wanted to kick his uncle out of the ward. "Don't you see it? She is deliberately making trouble for me and taking revenge."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Duan Suili held his forehead, speechless, "Duan Yanzhi, you should change your temper. Can you be more stable?"

Duan Yanzhi was so angry at his uncle that he laughed, "I'm already like this, and you want me to be calm?"

"Ahem, Duan Yanzhi, stop talking and take care of yourself." Duan Laoshi couldn't bear it any longer and stood outside the door of the isolation ward, fearing that he might carry germs with him and that they would drift into the ward and harm his eldest grandson.

The person lying on the hospital bed's eyes lit up, and he tilted his head hard to see who was outside the door.

Just at this time, Dr. Tian came over with the medical records to make rounds.

I ran into Wang Ziru in the corridor and hurried over to her, saying, "Comrade Ziru, our doctor Liu checked Commander Duan and found that his blood oxygen saturation was low."

"Blood oxygen saturation is low?"

I heard two Duan family men quarreling fiercely in the ward, especially Commander Duan, who looked a little funny during the quarrel.

Wang Ziru felt that Commander Duan had recovered and had no intention of going in.

Upon hearing that Commander Duan's blood oxygen level was low, he turned around and went downstairs to the doctor's locker room, changed into a clean white coat, tucked his two braids into his hat, put on a mask, and returned to the door of the isolation ward.

"Grandpa, I'll go in and take a look. If you're tired, go downstairs and find a place to sit for a while."

"I'm not tired." Mr. Duan stretched out his arms and smiled kindly.

Wang Ziru entered the isolation ward and appeared in front of Commander Duan. The anger in his eyes was extinguished instantly, and his eyes were filled with hope. This time, he didn't even fall asleep.

When he thought about how they were going out to eat delicious food and drink delicious drinks but he was not allowed to drink water, he could not help but turn his face away with grievance.

"Commander, you look energetic and you haven't slept yet." Wang Ziru walked to the bed, checked the ECG monitor data, grabbed his wrist unexpectedly, and took his pulse.

This made Commander Duan turn around hurriedly.

During their ward rounds, several doctors came in and observed the patient's blood oxygen readings with Dr. Wada.

Wang Ziru loosened his wrist with her fingers, put it under the sheets, and looked at the blood oxygen data. "Go get the oxygen tank in and give him some oxygen. It will also help the wound heal."

The doctors and nurses worked together to get an oxygen cylinder that looked like a gas tank to the isolation ward.

Then they inserted two oxygen tubes into Commander Duan's nostrils, and he was about to explode.

"You give me two tubes above and another tube below, do you want me to survive?!" Finally, he couldn't help but growl.

"Be quiet, be quiet, it's just a minor problem, I'll remove the tube from you tomorrow afternoon."

Commander Duan compromised helplessly: "Which tube should I pull out?"

"Also, don't order others to do this job. It's so annoying that I've been seen naked by others..." For some reason, Commander Duan's face turned red and he pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

Duan Suili turned his gaze away, his expression clear and distant, "Duan Yanzhi, stop making a fuss! I'm still watching over you even when I'm so busy."

"Who asked you to guard here?"

The head of the Duan family had an extraordinary noble look on his face, exuding an innate domineering aura. He glanced at his eldest nephew. He couldn't get away these few days, even though the Japanese engineers and translators were in the factory.

But since his boss is not here, can the newly built production line produce products as scheduled?

"Tomorrow," he looked at Wang Ziru, his voice low and pleasant, "Ziru, tomorrow morning, come early to check Duan Yanzhi. If he is fine, can you help me take a look at the sanitary napkin production line?"

Wang Ziru looked at the man lying on the bed. His eyes were half closed. He turned his head and chuckled, "The commander is in relatively good condition. Uncle, let the nurse stay in the ward. Go and do what you need to do."

"I have to talk to the police tomorrow morning. Their people came over just now and said that the truck that hit Duan Yanzhi's car was a Dadongfeng truck transporting goods from the cotton textile factory. I have to talk to them about the subsequent compensation issues." Duan Suili looked solemn.

Wang Ziru grinned. How could the driver of the cotton textile factory be so blind as to hit the eldest grandson of the Duan family, who is also a top military official? I'm afraid the factory will have to close down due to the losses.

A truck from the Kunming Cotton Mill? Cotton Mill, Cotton…

Suddenly, her eyes brightened and she came to a conclusion quickly, "Uncle! The cotton mill wants to negotiate compensation with you, right? You don't have to ask them for money. Let them pay with cotton."

Commander Duan couldn't stand it any longer and said, "No, I've suffered so much, and you two can just talk it over and let them give me two tons of cotton? Have you considered my feelings?"

"How do you feel? Can't drink water, or can't sleep?" Duan Suili turned his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at his eldest nephew with an increasingly playful look.